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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron), Keith/Shiro_(Voltron), Keith/Lance/Lotor, Keith/
      Zarkon_(Voltron), Keith/Unimaginable_Pain, Matt_Holt/Shiro, Allura/Zarkon
      (Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron), Shiro_(Voltron), Allura_(Voltron),
      Zarkon_(Voltron), Haggar_(Voltron), Lotor_(Voltron), Keith's_Mother_
      (Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Keith_and_Shiro_are_Siblings, Galra_Keith_(Voltron), Rough_Sex, Public
      Sex, Human_Trafficking, Sex_Club, Incest, Gang_Rape, Gang_Violence,
      Forced_Prostitution, Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Torture,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Organized_Crime, Angst_and_Hurt/
      Comfort, The_Blade_of_Marmora_-_Freeform, Past_Child_Abuse, Assassins_&
      Hitmen, Tags_Contain_Spoilers, scary_tags_are_scary, take_the_tags
      seriously, This_is_some_messed_up_stuff
  Series:
      Part 3 of Lion's_Den
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-27 Updated: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 20/82 Words: 33946
****** Made to be Broken ******
by kuki
Summary
     Things were finally looking up for Keith: Shiro had custody of him
     for a little over a year and he was finally getting over his abusive
     foster homes, his mother's abandonment, and his father's death. He
     even had a date with his long time crush, a date he'd never make it
     to.
     Keith's long awaited side of the events of Lion's Den, starting four
     years prior to Lance's story.
Notes
     Here they are, all the answers to what happened to Keith before
     Lance, why is the terrible shit happening, and how exactly he
     survived in the Lion's Den for so long.
     Enjoy the immeasurable pain.
***** Date Night *****
Keith shut the door, dropping his bookbag and sliding down until he was sitting
against it. He brought his knees close to his chest, not looking up when he
heard his brother calling to him from the kitchen.
“Keith?” Shiro sounded a little panicked after Keith didn’t respond to his
greeting. Keith closed his eyes tightly when he saw feet in front of him.
“Something wrong? D-Did you get in trouble again?”
Mumbling something, Keith felt his face get hot. He buried his face in his
knees when Shiro squatted so they were on the same level.
“What was that?”
“H-He… he asked me out.” It was still quiet, but it was clear enough that Shiro
was able to understand him this time.
“Who?” Shiro was grinning ear to ear and it only made Keith feel more
embarrassed. “Come on, you can tell me.”
“Lance, Lance McClain asked me to go see a movie with him Saturday night.”
Keith finally looked up at Shiro, looking completely shell shocked.
“Yeah? Isn’t he the guy you’ve been pining over for the past two years?” Shiro
punched his little brother’s shoulder lightly. “You should be happy!”
“I-I… I told him no.”
“What? Come on, you can’t be serious! Call him and tell him that you were just
nervous!” Shiro grabbed Keith’s hands and pulled him up off the floor in one
swift motion.
“I can’t! He’s going to think that… and what if he doesn’t want to anymore
and…” Keith groaned and he fell back against the door. “I’m so stupid.”
“If he really likes you, he’ll still want to take you to see a movie.” Shiro
stared him down when he opened his mouth to protest. “Call him.”
Letting out a breath through his nose, Keith dug his phone out of his pocket.
He scrolled through his contacts. It was ringing as he brought it up to his
ear.
“Oh, hey Keith, what’s up?” Lance sounded tired when he answered and Keith
winced, wondering if him turning him down made him sound like that.
“I uh… about earlier, about the movie, if you’re still… I mean if… I want to
go…” Keith kept his gaze down, knowing that Shiro was watching him carefully.
“Really?” Lance all but yelled it through the phone. He started rambling about
the movie and how bummed he was that Keith had initially turned him down.
Keith rolled his eyes as he looked up at Shiro, who was grinning again. It was
obvious that his older brother could hear what Lance was saying through the
phone. Lance was still babbling when Shiro walked back towards the kitchen,
gripping his brother’s shoulder tightly.
 
He had his hands in his pockets and earbuds in his ears as he walked along the
side of the road, heading towards town. It was getting dark, but Keith had
walked on the road much later so it didn’t even phase him. A car passed him
every once in a while.
Lance had offered to pick him up, have his mom pick him up, but Keith felt
awkward about that. He didn’t need a ride and could get to town by himself.
Besides, Lance lived on the opposite side of town, it was out of their way.
About halfway to town, a car stopped just a few feet a head of Keith. Its
headlights were bright in his eyes as he pulled out one of his earbuds. As he
got closer he could see it was a beat-up van. His heart rate picked up as he
looked straight ahead, trying to ignore the idling vehicle. Nothing seemed to
be wrong with it, it sounded fine. If they were lost they probably would have
pulled off the road.
Keith’s eyes snapped to the van when he heard the sliding door open on the
other side. His fingers itched to the knife he kept in his pocket. He had a bad
feeling about what was about to happen.
“Hey there.” A voice came from the figure standing in the headlights of the
van, the lights obscuring his face in odd shadows. Keith looked at him, his
stance widening slightly as he pulled his knife out of his pocket. He wasn’t
going to open the blade until he was sure he was in danger. “Maybe you could
help us, we’re a little lost.”
He didn’t like that tone, it sounded too rehearsed, too overused. Taking a step
back, he didn’t take his eyes off the man. “Sorry, I probably can’t help you.”
“That’s a shame.”
A surprised grunt came out of Keith’s mouth as he felt a strike to the back of
his ankle, making him fall to his knees, hard. His pocket knife skidded out of
his hand as he brought his arms forward to caught himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man move out of the headlights to
where the knife had stopped. Keith got up quickly, ignoring the burning and
blood of his palms, he turned when he heard movement behind him. The person
that had knocked him to the ground was bringing up a hand to strike him in the
face. Keith brought up his arm to block his arm, continuing to move to punch a
woman, larger than him, in the stomach.
“This is a nice knife you got here.” The man said, pulling out the blade and
running his finger along the edge. “Where’d you get it kid?”
Distracted by the man’s words, he fell to the ground when he was kicked square
in the ribs. He gasped at the force and then grunted when his head bounced off
the road. Through blurry vision, he could see both of his attackers standing
over him. The woman looked bored and the man looked amused.
“Where’d you get the blade?” The man asked again, the metal of the blade
catching the slight light and glittering.
“None of your business.” Keith moved to get up again, despite the world
spinning around him. A heavy foot on his chest held him down and impaired his
breathing.
The man squatted next to him, taking the blade down his cheek. It was just
enough of a touch to draw blood. “Come on, it’s just between friends. We won’t
tell if you stole it.”
Panic filled Keith as he jerked away from the touch of his own blade. “I didn’t
steal it.”
“Oh? Was it a gift maybe? Odd gift to give, don’t you think?” He looked up at
his companion who just grunted in response.
Keith brought a hand up, trying to swipe his knife back from the man, but he
moved his hands out of Keith’s reach quickly. He tsked and waged a finger.
“Now, that’s just rude Keith. It is Keith, isn’t it?”
Keith’s panic was full blown now, all he could do was stare at the man with
wide eyes. He was being targeted.
“Hmm, nothing to say to that?” The man put the blade to his neck this time.
“This had been fun, but we’re on a schedule.”
As the man stood up, the woman moved her foot off of Keith’s chest. He jumped
up once there was nothing holding him down. Sweeping a foot under the man, who
fell to the ground with a high-pitched shriek, Keith glared at the woman.
She punched him in the face. He grimaced at the pain, blood dripping from his
nose. It didn’t let that stop him from punching her once, twice, three times.
Each time he gained ground on her. She looked pissed as he attempted to knock
his hands away but not being quick enough.
He almost fell at sudden grip on his wrist. His eyes moved to the man, who had
grapped his wrist and was pulled himself up. Keith started to shake him off,
but the man’s other hand came up and wrapped his wrist with a handcuff.
The woman landed another blow to his face, this time cutting under his jaw. It
was jarring and it caught him off balance. When he finally regained full
awareness, he was on his knees with his hands restrained behind his back.
“Gag and bag him.” The woman finally spoke, her voice surprisingly feminine.
The man let out an annoyed huff from behind Keith, who was opening his mouth to
yell something. A piece of cloth entering his mouth made him stop. It was tied
tightly, keeping him from doing much out than grunting. A bag was over his head
and he was being pulled off his knees.
“The boss isn’t very patient.” The man complained. A strong hand, probably
hers, was gripping his arm tightly and pulling Keith along. He tried to fight
against the hold, but her grip was too strong.
He was all but thrown into the van and he heard the door slam shut. Another
door shut and he heard the man telling someone to drive. Keith’s hands were in
the perfect position to pull his phone out of his back pocket, but when he
reached a little he found that it was missing. It must have fallen out during
the fight.
Making a distressed sound was a mistake he felt a hard kick to his stomach as
the woman told him to shut up.
***** The Arena *****
Keith was fucked.
His heart was racing as he listened to the van driving along, to the people
talking. His mouth was dry from the cloth that was being used as a gag.
Breathing was hard through the bag. He could get out of the cuffs, he had a
paper clip in his pocket and he had done it before – much to Shiro’s dismay –
but there wasn’t much point in trying to escape. He was out numbered, going at
least 60 on a highway, and he heard them mention something about drugs to knock
him out. Even if he waited until they came to a stop, he had no idea where they
were going and there would probably be even more people wherever.
More than ever before in his life, Keith was terrified. All the fights he had
been in, all his trips to the principal’s office or the police station, every
beating from a foster parent. Nothing compared to what Keith was feeling as he
laid completely helpless in the back of a van. Every terrible thing he heard
could happen to people flashed through his mind as he struggled keep himself
from passing out.
And then it got worse. The van came to a stop and Keith had no idea how long
they had been driving. First, he heard the cab doors open, then the sliding
door was opening. Hands were grabbing him and pulling him to his feet. It was
hard to concentrate on standing while the rough hands were pulling at him. The
people were talking, but Keith was so dizzy that he had no idea what they were
saying.
As they walked, he could hear more people talking around them. There was an
echo now, so they must’ve been inside some kind of building. The moment he had
a chance, he was going to fight. He was going to lose, but he was going to
fight.
They were stopping, and Keith tried to take a deep breath but ended up almost
choking on the gag in his mouth. He tried to focus on the words being said
around him.
“You sure this is him?” An unfamiliar voice.
Keith winced, remembering how the man had said his name.
“Keith Kogane, live and in the flesh. Mostly unharmed, just like the boss
ordered.” The man said, too much pride in his voice. It made Keith pause.
Kogane was the last name on his birth certificate, but Shiro helped him get it
legally changed to their father’s last name the second he got custody. Even
before that, most people called him Keith Shirogane.
The bag was being pulled off his head and he blinked. It was dimly lit inside
the building and looked like what was probably once a factory or warehouse. The
person standing in front of him, appraising him, was wearing a mask.
“Looks like he put up a fight.”
The woman grunted, her hand still holding onto him tightly. Keith just glared
at the masked man.
“Good, just how we like them. Take him to the prep room, he’s going to be
fighting in the arena. Zarkon and her ladyship want to see him in action.”
Keith flinched away from the hand that reached out towards him, making the man
chuckle. “He’ll be fun to break.”
Keith continued glaring at the man as the woman was dragging him along again.
His eyes only moving away when they passed a pile of dead bodies, bloodied and
broken.
They went down stairs and into a room with cages. Some filled with people
sitting on the ground, looking completely lost as to what to do. Others were
filled with people banging on the bars and screaming. Keith looked down at the
floor as some yelled about ‘new meat’.
A hand with long fingers were grabbing his face when they stopped again. “So,
this is the brat? What took so long? The boss has been waiting.”
The man sighed next to Keith. “Sorry Haggar, he put up quite a fight.”
“Little Spitfire, eh?” The woman holding his face grinned and Keith just
shrugged out of the grip, trying make a sound of protest. “He’s up next, uncuff
him.”
The second the cuffs were off, Keith started to strike out, but strong hands
grabbed his wrists, gripping them hard. He grunted in pain, glaring at the
woman in front of him, her hands pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Perfect. Get
him in the arena.”
There were bright lights over the arena when he was pushed into it. Tall cement
walls were around him, and he could see people a safe distance above the walls,
watching. An opening across the arena opened and two large men came out, both
holding large knives. Keith pushed his panic aside and moved into a defensive
stance as someone’s distorted voice was counting down around them.
The two men were slow, and Keith measured their steps, their movement as they
closed the space between them. He quickly moved to avoid and block their blows.
It was obvious that the two men were getting angrier with every missed strike,
they were also getting tired.
Keith managed to get one of the blades, slashing out and gaining ground on
them. One collapsed to the ground when Keith went low to get behind them,
taking out one of his ankles with the knife as he did.
Both men were swearing, but the one was down for the count since he could no
longer stand. Keith took a few deep breaths as the other man glared at him. The
teen could see fear on his face, and Keith hated that, but he wasn’t going to
lose this fight.
The rest of the fight was a blur in Keith’s mind, and his ears were ringing as
there was the voice on the loud speakers again. Keith’s focus was on the
bloodied blade in his hand. Both men were on the ground, but one of them was
dead. He was breathing heavily, trying to concentrate on the voice.
“Kill the other one, Spitfire.”
The voice kept saying it over and over. Keith’s hands were shaking and he
dropped the blade as he took a step back.
“Prove yourself.”
Keith closed his eyes tightly, willing the world to go away. It wasn’t because
the chanting of the people above and the voice were still in his ears. The
other man was saying something to him, calling him a coward. He started shaking
his head.
A gun shot rang through the building and everything else went silent. Keith
felt sick as he opened his eyes. Both men were lying on the ground dead. Hands
were grabbing him, and he was limp now, easy to manhandle to wherever they were
taking him next.
“The boss wants to see him, take him up to the booth.”
Keith was so fucked.
***** Zarkon *****
The room he was in next was dark and well furnished. There were men with guns
by the door and a large armchair in the center. Keith was pushed down in front
of the empty chair, despite struggling to stay standing. He looked up when the
door opened, but was hit hard enough to have him fall face first into the
ground.
When he pulled himself back up, a large, imposing man in a well-tailored suit
with purple pin strips was settled in the chair. He was ugly, and probably
Zarkon, ‘the boss’. A woman with a mask one and a hood up was standing next to
the chair in a skin-tight suit. Keith’s eyes went to the large sword on her
back and the guns on her hips.
His face was shoved down when Zarkon started speaking and he grunted in
frustration.
“So, you’re Keith Kogane?”
“Don’t call me that.” Keith all but growled it, fighting against the hold on
his head to glare at the man.
“Haggar said that you were a little Spitfire. It may be a more appropriate
name.” Zarkon clasped his fingers together, tilting his head slightly when the
woman moved closer to whisper to him. He hummed in response to whatever she had
told him. “You fight like a Galra.”
Keith froze at the words. Galra. Of course, the gang had been having a greater
and greater presence in his town for the last few years. Shiro had been
assigned as a low man on the task force to get them out of town right out of
the academy. After the initial shock of his situation dissipated, he felt rage
flood through him. “I’m nothing like any of you!”
Zarkon grinned as he motioned for one of the guards to do something. “You’re
more like us than you’d think.”
Opening his mouth to repeat himself, he paused when another person was brought
into the room. She was restrained, her voice suppressed by a gag. And she was
crying. Keith swallowed hard, not liking any of the possibilities that started
swirling in his mind.
“You can fight, and you will kill. What you need to learn is how to follow
orders.” Zarkon nodded to the man and woman that had brought Keith in, and they
both left the room. The woman took a few steps towards him, taking the sword
off her back. Keith flinched as it moved towards him, but it stopped short of
his neck. His eyes opened and the woman was now holding the hilt out to him.
“You will learn to not fear death. You will kill that girl.”
Keith looked away from the blade and back to Zarkon. “Why? What did she do?”
“It doesn’t matter to you why she must die, only that she must die.” Zarkon
sounded bored as he spoke. “And that you must do it.”
“No.”
The woman struck him, making him fall to the ground again. He managed to catch
himself, glaring up at Zarkon. “Is this… are you trying to recruit me?”
A smile spread across Zarkon’s face as he stood up. “And you’re smart. Your
parents must be so proud.”
“Is this how you get all of your lackeys?”
“No, you’re being recruited for something so much greater.” Zarkon moved next
to the woman, who whispered in his ear again. He nodded, looking back at Keith
seriously. “We will break you, no matter how long it takes. Take the blade.”
“No.” Keith moved his eyes back to the hilt of the sword that was still being
held out to him. The sobs of the girl were clouding his mind. “I won’t kill
her.”
The woman dropped the sword and Keith watched as they both turned to move back
to the armchairs. Keith grabbed the sword and stood up. He raised the sword,
aiming at Zarkon’s back. It landed with metal on metal sound. The woman hand
moved between Keith and Zarkon quickly, stopping the sword with a smaller
blade. Zarkon turned with a smirk on his face. “Just as I thought. Just like a
Galra.”
Keith screamed as he pulled the sword back to lash out with it again. The woman
deflected the blade with her own again, and then knocked the sword from his
hand with a strike to his wrist. He tried to strike her with his hand but he
let out a choking noise when she caught his throat. His eyes closed when the
blade in her hand touched his neck.
“He won’t break today, and he can’t learn anything in the arena.” Zarkon
sounded amused by the prospect of a different method of breaking him. “Mark him
and take him to isolation. Let’s see how he feels about killing after a few
days in the dark.”
Hands were grabbing at his and he was in handcuffs again. The woman let go of
him, moving over to the girl who was still kneeling and crying. She put the
dagger away and pulled a gun off one of her hips. The girl closed her eyes when
the gun was cocked and pressed against her forehead. Keith screamed when the
shot was fired, struggling against the hands that were pulling him from the
room.
His entire body was shaking as he was pulled along, eventually being shoved
into a chair. Haggar came into view, a tattoo gun in her hand. Keith tried to
move, but his cuffed hands were caught on something, keeping him in place.
“Now, where do you want the mark, Spitfire?” She looked over him with a hum.
Her free hand roamed over his body and he closed his eyes tightly when her hand
stopped at his hip. Another set of hands were pulling down his pants and
underwear. He was too exhausted to keep struggling. “There will do quite
nicely.”
Keith refused to look down at his new tattoo when Haggar announced that she was
finished. She roughly reclothed him while someone else was unhooking his hands.
“Did you lose your fight, Spitfire.”
Without saying anything, he glared at her. She chuckled, grinning again.
“Good.”
The next place Keith was being shoved in was little more than a closet. There
was nothing inside and the lock on the outside of the door was serious. Keith
didn’t see any evidence that it ever had a light. It was stuffy from a lack of
ventilation.
When the door shut and Keith heard the half dozen locks be engaged, Keith sat
down on the ground and rummaged through his back pocket for the paperclip to
get off the hand cuffs they had left on him. The room was completely dark, he
couldn’t see an inch in front of his face. Once his hands were free, he pulled
knees up to his chest and put his face in his hands.
“Why me? Why now?” Keith groaned as he sat there. His voice echoed in the small
space, mocking him.
***** Into the Lion's Den *****
Keith hadn’t moved while he was in the small room. He tried to keep his mind
blank as he sat there, his limbs going numb, but his mind was racing. Shiro was
probably sick with worry, unless it was assumed he ran away again. Even if
people were looking for him, there was no way they were going to find him.
It was probably his fault. Something he did probably got the attention of the
gang. ‘You fight like a Galra’. Even if he never broke, even if got out, the
words would haunt him. Everyone knew what kinds of things that Galra gang dealt
in and Keith wanted nothing to do with any of it.
Four or five days, it was hard to tell how long he was in there exactly, he had
to think. It wasn’t the first time he had been shoved into a room for days on
end. It was the first time he wouldn’t have Shiro on the other side of the door
to tell him that he didn’t do anything wrong, to feed him junk food they
weren’t allowed to have.
When the door opened, he didn’t even look up. He just closed his eyes tightly,
the sudden light hurting his eyes. One set of hands pulled him off the floor,
not saying anything. Keith glanced over at the other person when they picked up
the handcuffs he had picked.
“How did you…?” The woman gawked at him and Keith just lowered his gaze. “We’ll
have to let the boss know about this useful skill of yours.”
They lead him back to the same room he had been in before with Zarkon and the
masked woman. The two were already there, and someone with a bag over their
head. Keith stared down Zarkon, who just smiled at him. “Did you change your
mind?”
“There’s nothing you can to me that hasn’t been done before.” Keith huffed
bringing one of his arms across his chest.
“Nothing? So, you’ve fought before. Been put in isolation.”
Keith looked down at the floor, not saying anything.
“Beaten? Raped?” Still no response from the teen. Zarkon stood up, listening to
the woman whisper something to him. “You’ve had a rough time of it, Spitfire. I
see it’ll take something special to break you.”
Swallowing hard, Keith looked up at them again. The woman’s stance was
different, tense. It made him uneasy.
“Kill that man.” Zarkon said as the woman held the blade out to him again, her
arm stiff.
“No.”
Zarkon waved for one of the guards to grab him. “We’ll see if the Prince will
find something to change your mind. The Lion’s Den.”
Keith struggled against the hands on him. The last glimpse into the room, he
saw the woman start taking off her mask, but he didn’t get to see her face as
the door shut behind him. Once the door was shut behind him, his hands were
being pulled behind his back.
“Remember what happened last time you cuffed me?” Keith’s smirk fell when he
felt something else wrap around his wrist. Zip ties. A blind fold was being
wrapped around his eyes. Whatever the Lion’s Den was, it was probably worse
than it sounded. Thinking about it sent a panicked shiver down his spine.
 
When the blindfold was finally pulled off, a man with a sick grin had his face
very close to Keith’s. Keith glared at him and he just seemed to grin more.
“So, you’re my little Spitfire?” The man’s voice was the most annoying thing he
had ever heard.
“I’m not your anything.” It was practically a growl and that made the man
laugh.
“My father told me to do whatever it takes to break you, to do what he wants.
I’m going to enjoy it.” He moved over to the desk, pulling a file folder off a
pile of other papers. “Keith Kogane. Your mother ran off when you were just
eight months old. Then your father died when you were five. Tragic.”
“Shut up.” Keith closed his eyes tightly.
“Seven foster homes in ten years, only four of those were you with your
brother. Three arrests, forty-three detentions, seven suspensions, even an
expulsion. Now you live with your half-brother, Officer Takashi Shirogane. Did
I miss anything?”
“Shut up.” He wanted to know why they wanted him to kill so much. What did they
want from him?
“Oh, Spitfire, I just want to know you better. Every little thing about you.
Every fight, every fuck. Every little thing I can use against you.” He set the
folder down and grabbed Keith’s face. “You may call me Prince Lotor.”
Scoffing, Keith shrugged out of his grip.
“You’re not a virgin, right?” Lotor chuckled, moving to walk to the other side
of the room that Keith hadn’t even noticed. His eyes went wide when he saw the
table and what was on it. “I usually take my turn with sluts like you first,
but I think there’s a group of regulars that would enjoy how much of a fighter
you are.”
Keith was shaking slightly as he watched Lotor pick up a few of the items. He
didn’t say anything, but he could see Lotor smiling with satisfaction.
“When they’re finished with you, we’re going to play a little game. Something
like truth or dare, but I ask all the questions and you get all the dares.”
“That’s not exactly a fair game.”
“Nothing is fair here, you’ll find that out quickly, Spitfire.” Lotor set the
blade in his hand down. “But you have customers waiting. I wouldn’t want to
disappoint if I were you.”
***** Scream for Us *****
The room he was pushed into was dark, there was just enough light for him to
see six figures standing around. He took a step back, moving so he was flush
with the door. As he stared at the figures, two moved towards him and he
started shaking.

Despite the fear building up in him, he smacked the hand that reached towards
him away. The laugh that echoed in the room only made the terror worse as both
men reached for him at the same time. Strong hands were gripping his wrists,
pulling him towards the other people in the room. There was always hands in his
hair, pulling at him as he tried to fight against their grip.

Once he was in the center of the circle, hands were ripping, literally ripping,
off his clothes. He was struggling against them, begging them to get off of
him, but that only seemed to make them rougher, slapping his face hard enough
that he was tasting blood.

He was standing there naked, his wrists being held again. They were touching
him, and his body was reacting. Lips were ghosting over his neck and nipples
and fingers were roaming over his ass and dick. Tears came to his eyes as he
closed them tightly. The one hold his wrists pulled him close so they were
chest to chest.
“Who wants to go first?” He laughed as he said. There was some mumbling, but
Keith was distracted by the lips on his, kissing him roughly as his mouth was
forced open.
A bruising grip on his hips made him try to break out of their hold on him. It
was short lived when the man holding his hips pushed into him, fast and hard.
Keith screamed as he pressed closer to the man in front of him.

There was wolf whistling and laughing, but Keith was sobbing as he buried his
face into the chest of the man. “Listen to that scream, I almost came, just
listening to that.”
“They’re recording this for us, so we can listen to over and over.”

Keith’s eyes went wide, letting out another scream, not as loud or pained as
the first, as the man inside of him started moving.

“Wait to you feel his ass, this slut feels like a virgin.” A grip on his hair
pulled his face away from the other man. “You might’ve ruined me for anyone
else.”

Keith whimpered as hands were roaming his torso again. He tried to push away at
them, but there were too many and the pain was too much to concentrate on much
else.
“I can’t wait until you’re done, fuck this…” Hands were gripping his thighs and
hoisting his legs up high.

“Fine, I bet he’ll scream again with two of us in him.”

He did, he did scream. The men all just moaned at the sound. It was too much,
Keith did try to push both of them away, but he was lifted off the ground
between them. There was nowhere to go, he had no leverage to fight back in his
current position.

They kept pounding into him, telling him how good he felt, and sounded, how
much the others were looking forward to playing with him. He tried to keep his
voice quiet, so they wouldn’t have the pleasure of hearing it, but it didn’t
really work. The men seemed to enjoy him clawing at them as he clung to them.

His legs waivered when they let him down and he was suddenly on the ground. He
could feel their seed, and blood, running out of him. When he tried to get up,
he was kicked back to the ground. The pain was nothing compared to his ass.
They were talking around him, but he was too distracted by trying to calm
himself down to listen to them.
One of them laid down next to him as hands were roughly moving him so he was on
the man’s lap. He stopped struggling when he was pulled down, being kissed
again. Kissing them was the worst, because to him kissing was about something
so different than sex. His face was pulled away from the man’s, his hair
gripped too tightly again, and a dick was being shoved in his face.

“If you bite it, you’ll be really sorry.” The man pushed his dick closer to his
face and he tried to turn his head away, but the grip on his hair let the man
have too much control over him. A hand gripped his jaw tightly from below, and
he was forced to open his mouth. He fought against the grips of both men, but
the dick ended up down his throat anyway.

As he was face fucked, he was manhandled into riding the man below him. The
sensation made him groan around the dick in his mouth, making the man moan
himself. A second cock was added to his ass, and the pace they were going at
was brutal.

The man came down his throat without warning, and made a terrible choking
noise. It tasted terrible, worse than any other dick he’d ever taken. He barely
had enough time to cough a few times before another dick was in his mouth. It
tasted like cum and blood. This one has already been in his ass.

One of the men emptied inside of him, and it was finally too much for Keith. He
moaned around the dick in his mouth as he came. There was a tight grip on his
dick, and it made him squeak in pain. The dick slipped out of his mouth, and a
fist collided with his jaw. He closed his eyes tightly.

“You only cum when we say you cum, got it, slut?” One of them whispered in his
ear.
 
It was pointless to try to fight, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to
control whether or not he came. “Yeah…”

“No, it’s ‘yes sir’.” Another punch to the face and the grip on his dick
tightened painfully.

He spat blood out of his mouth. “Do you what you want with me, but I won’t call
you ‘sir’.”

“Wrong answer.” The dicks were slipped out of him and he was suddenly laying on
the ground, fists and feet pounding on him instead. His body had just healed
from being kidnapped and being forced into the arena. He curled into a ball,
bringing his hand up to protect his face.

Then the beating was over and he was being hauled to his feet. He could see the
man was smiling. “Now, be a good boy, alright?”

He spit in the man’s face in response, earning himself three punches to the
face.

Keith wasn’t sure how long it went on, the beatings and fuckings didn’t seem
like they were ever going to stop. Every single part of him was in pain and he
had run out of tears, and energy to fight back.

“Time’s up.” It was Lotor’s voice. The men groaned and Keith felt a few of them
finish over him, where he was laying on the ground.

Once the men were gone, the lights were turned on and he was being pulled to
his feet. Lotor was standing in front of him grinning. “You are so beautiful.”

Lotor tilted his chin to the side, and Keith saw that the wall he was now
looking at was covered in mirrors. He felt sick looking at himself. Bloodied,
bruised, covered in cum.
“But, I’d like you to be clean when I fuck you.”

Keith just kept looking at himself, his face expressionless.

“Yes, take a good look, this is going to be your life, unless you want to give
in to my father’s wishes.” Lotor’s breath was hot on his ear. Keith took a deep
breath and looked at Lotor, who grinned at him. The joke was on Lotor, because
that was how he already saw himself.

“I won’t kill for him.”

“More fun for me that way.” Lotor then turned, twirling his hand. Hands were
grabbing at Keith, and he just glared at Lotor. “Get him cleaned up and fed.
Hell, give him some rest. He and I will have a lot to talk about.”
***** Young Blood *****
Chapter Notes
     This is the last chapter I already have written (in order), so
     yeah...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The guards pushed him into room with a little over a dozen other people, mostly
women. Keith looked around, everyone had their eyes on him. He could easily see
that he was the youngest person there, all the others were at least in their
twenties.
“Woody, come help the little newbie around.” One of the guards yelled. One of
the males stood up from a bed and started walking towards them as the others
went back to what they were doing. “Lotor wants him cleaned up, fed, and
rested.”
The man nodded seriously at the guard before looking Keith, who swallowed hard
and looked away. Keith heard the guards walk out of the room but still didn’t
look up at the man.
“Hey, it’s okay, everyone here is in the same boat, we all take care of each
other.” The man’s voice was soft and Keith closed his eyes tightly. His tone
reminded him so much of Shiro. “Is it alright if I touch you?”
Letting out a panicked whimper, he took a step back as he shook his head
violently. His breathing hitched as he brought his arms across himself.
“Okay, okay, calm down, please. No one in here is going to hurt you.”
Keith looked up at him and bit his lip. His voice was so small when he spoke.
“Okay.”
The man was smiling at him softly, nodding at him. “Let’s start by getting you
showered off, then we’ll check to see if you have any injuries we should be
worried about.”
Nodding, Keith moved his hands over his stomach when it growled.
Laughing, the man turned and motioned for Keith to follow him. His gaze went to
a group of older looking women as they passed them. “Can you grab him some
food? Poor little thing looks like he’s starving.”
Keith looked around the bathroom and noted the complete lack of privacy. He
walked towards one of the showers and immediately turned on the water. It was
freezing at first, and then burning hot.
“Do you need any help, or…” The man was standing near the shower, his back to
Keith.
“I-… I’m good… thank you.” Keith scrubbed at the dried cum and blood on his
chin. “I-Is your name really ‘Woody’?”
“No. But we use the names they give us, just in case we ever get out, we might
be able to distance ourselves from this place.” The man sighed, his shoulders
tensing. “What name did they give you?”
“Spitfire.” Keith ran his hand down his chest, stopping at the new tattoo on
his hip. He took a few deep breaths.
“I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, Spitfire.” The man shifted
his weight on his feet. “You going to be okay if I go and grab you some
clothes?”
“Yeah.”
Once Woody was gone, Keith rested his head against the shower wall and let the
tears fall down his cheeks, mixing with the water. Everything was too much. He
had already suffered so much, so much. Keith knew that he wasn’t perfect, that
he had done some shitty things in his life, but what he already went through
should have been enough. Letting out a sob, he considered that maybe he was
never supposed to have a happy life, that he wasn’t supposed to have a loving
home with his brother or chance at a relationship with Lance. He was supposed
to suffer, and he was stupid to think he had another option. That wouldn’t stop
him from wanting it, from wanting to go home.
By the time that Woody came back in, setting a pile of clothes on the counter,
Keith had moved to the shower floor. He had curled up on himself, holding his
knees tightly with shaking arms.
“Did you finish cleaning up? Everywhere?” Woody kneeled down next to the
shower, looking at Keith with obvious concern on his face. Keith nodded,
looking up at him.
“Some of the girls grabbed you some food.” He stood up to turn off the water.
“When was the last time you ate?”
“I-I… I don’t know… they put me in isolation for a few days after…” Keith
buried his face against his knees as he let out a sob.
“Okay, okay, they managed to get a lot, you’re just going to have to go slow or
you’ll just make yourself sick.” Woody sighed as he held a hand out to Keith.
“Let me help you up.”
Keith didn’t move for a while, but eventually put his hand in Woody’s. Once he
was on his feet, he quickly pulled his hand back into himself. Woody handed him
a towel and turned away again. The towel was rough against his skin and was
barely doing anything to dry him off. His skin was still slightly damp as he
put the clothes on. They smelled slightly and were too big on him, but he felt
more comfortable now that he was covered.
Woody smiled at him sadly and nodded for him to follow him. “This will be your
bed.”
Keith looked at the rickety cot right at the entrance of the bathroom.
‘Spitfire’ was written crudely on a sign above the bed. There was a plate of
food on the bed and his stomach rumbled.
“Go ahead, eat up and get some sleep. You look like you could use both.” Woody
started walking away. Keith followed his movements with his eyes, wanting to
say something to the man, but he didn’t know what to say.
The food wasn’t the worst he had ever eaten, but he had no idea what it was
that he was supposed to be eating. It was better than some of the lunches he
had eaten at school or he’d been fed in foster care. He was too hungry to care
that he was nauseous from what happened to him. All that mattered is that it
was food and it was filling him up.
His head rested on the pillow and he closed his eyes. Keith tried so hard to
clear his mind, but he couldn’t. He could still feel those men’s touch on his
skin, the pain throbbing in every part of him. There was the taste of blood in
his mouth as he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from moaning at the memory
of his multiple orgasms.
The feeling had an old memory flaring up. “You like this don’t you? You like
being used like this. Good, because it’s what you were made for.”
Shooting up out of bed, Keith ran into the bathroom and emptied his just filled
stomach into one of the toilets.
Woody was kneeling next to him, holding out a damp rag, when Keith finished
throwing up. Keith took it without looking at the man in the face.
“Couldn’t not think about it, huh?”
“How long have you been here?” Keith clutched the rag tightly, his hands
shaking.
“Two months maybe. You lose track of time here.” Woody smiled at him softly.
“But you’re young, your family isn’t going to stop looking for you.”
“It’s always just been me and my brother.” Keith stood up, turning away from
him.
“I’m sure your brother is looking for you frantically.” Woody put a hand on his
shoulder, it was light touch, one Keith could brush off easily. “And until he
finds you, everyone here, we’re going to try to keep you out of as much harm as
possible.”
“Why?” His eyebrows came together as he crossed his arms. “What’s so special
about me?”
“How old are you?”
“What?”
“How old are you?”
“Fifteen.”
“The next youngest person here is twenty. The Galra don’t usually grab kids so
young.” Woody’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “I can barely handle what
happens to us here at my age, but at your age…”
“I can take more shit than you’d think.” Keith scoffed, finally shrugging out
of the touch.
He moved back into the barracks and curled back up on his bed. There was
murmuring around him, and he could tell that the others were talking about him,
about his age. Groaning, Keith brought his hands up to his ears to try to drown
out the sound.
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter (when I write it) will be Keith's 'interview' with
     Lotor, so while Keith will be in lots of agony, you get to find out
     some stuff from his past (almost none of it will be good).
***** Truth and Dare Part 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Keith does talk about some of his past abuse in this chapter, but
     I've decided that at no point is the actual abuse going to be shown
     in the story. Any flashbacks related to the abuse are going to be
     aftermaths or Keith talking about it. While his past abuse is a huge
     part of the story and important to understanding his reactions,
     there's no need for you to the explicit details because you're seeing
     Keith in enough pain.
     Also, just imagine how extra painful these stories would be in first
     person? Ow.
Keith laid in bed listening to the whispering around him as he woke up and
remembered where he was. He could tell they were trying not to wake him up
since they kept shushing each other. His entire body ached; his bruises had
bruises. Sleep had only made him more tired and laying around wouldn’t help put
off the inevitable. When his stomach growled, he finally sat up on the bed.
His eyes focused on the floor as pain surged through him at the movement.
It didn’t take long for Woody to approach him with a bowl. The man didn’t say
anything as he held it out to him.
“Thank you.” Keith said quietly as he took it and looked at the contents.
Something close to oatmeal. He hated oatmeal, but he was too hungry to be
picky.
“How are you feeling today?”
He didn’t say anything as he picked up the spoon, he didn’t know what to say.
Usually, he’d lie to Shiro or Lance and promise that he felt fine after a
beating or a fight so he wouldn’t worry them, but there was no reason to lie to
Woody. Woody knew that he wasn’t okay. How could he be?
“Spitfire.” Someone else, one of the gang members by how they were dressed,
said as they stood at the edge of Keith’s bed. “Lotor is waiting for you.”
Keith tensed up, almost dropping the bowl. He had completely forgotten about
the ‘game’ he was supposed to play with Lotor. Suddenly there wasn’t enough air
in the room as he heaved for breath.
“Lotor can wait a little longer until he eats!” Woody snapped at the other man,
reaching to catch the bowl and replace it in Keith’s hands. “I’ll deliver him
to the prince myself.”
“He’s not a patient man.”
“And Spitfire’s just a kid, Lotor at least needs to let him eat.”
The gang member grumbled something before walking away.
“Eat up.” Woody said softly after the guard was gone. “The longer we make him
wait, the worse it’s going to be.”
Keith took a few deep breaths before taking his first bite. It was the worst
oatmeal he’d ever eaten. He didn’t say anything as he ate, his shoulders
shaking slightly with nerves.
Once he was finished, gripping the empty bowl tightly, he glanced at Woody for
the first time since he woke up. “H-Have you… you ever… with… w-with Lotor…?”
“No.” Woody let out a huff. “I’m apparently not his type, but I’ve… When it’s
over, I’ll make sure that you get taken care of.”
Closing his eyes tightly, Keith held out the bowl for Woody to take back. “D-
Does this ever get easier?”
“It hasn’t yet.”
They didn’t say anything else as Woody shadowed Keith to Lotor’s office. Keith
had been so out of it previously, that he didn’t actually know where he was
going. Woody stopped short and nodded for Keith to go into the room with open
door.
Lotor was sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the wood as he stared at
Keith boredly. “I don’t like to be kept waiting. Shut the door.”
Keith didn’t move as he stared at Lotor.
“Shut the fucking door.” Lotor repeated as he slammed his hand down on the desk
with a loud bang that made Keith flinch. He moved quickly and shut the door,
not turning back to Lotor once it was shut.
“Now, take off the clothes.”
He swallowed hard before he slipped off the minimal clothing quickly. Lotor
hummed and Keith could feel the man’s eyes on him as he stood there completely
naked.
“Come here Spitfire.”
Once he was standing in front of Lotor, his body shaking, he looked Lotor in
the eyes, hoping he looked more deviant than he felt. Lotor just smirked and
cupped his cheek gently.
“You’re so beautiful. The bruises look so good on your pale skin.”
“Don’t…” Keith closed his eyes and turned his head.
“Don’t what?” Lotor’s tone was mocking as he slowly ghosted his fingers down
Keith chest. A gentle touch that kind of tickled.
Biting his lip, Keith shook his head. “Doesn’t matter… you’d do it anyway,
wouldn’t you?”
“Absolutely.” Lotor moved his hand down to grip Keith’s hip. It was a light
touch, but the bruises there were the worst, so the touch made Keith wince.
“Your first truth: how’d you lose your virginity? Don’t leave out any details.”
“I-I… I’ve never told anyone that before…” Keith felt a tear fall down his face
as the memories flooded his mind.
“And now you’re going to tell me. So, tell me first, how old were you?” Lotor
moved his other hand up and started combing his fingers through Keith’s hair.
“Eleven.” Keith swallowed hard.
“Oh? Father said that you didn’t say anything when he asked if you’d been raped
before… was that…?” Lotor sounded way too intrigued.
“Yes.” He opened his eyes and looked at Lotor. The hungry look in the man’s
eyes was so familiar. “I-It… it was my foster father at the time, but…”
“Details, I want all the juicy details.”
“It started with my foster brothers… I shared a room with them, two older boys.
They… they thought I’d be… they decided that I should blow them and once they
decided I was good at it, they did almost every night for a month…”
Lotor hummed with interest as he kept his gaze locked with Keith’s. “Did you
like it? Sucking their dicks?”
“I-I… not at first… not when they were just fucking my face… but eventually I
started trying… and…” Keith licked his lip as he felt a few more tears dampen
his face. “I already knew I was gay so…”
“So, you just thought it was normal?” Lotor almost sounded sympathetic, which
was somehow worse than interested. “Where does your foster father come in?”
“He walked in on one of them face fucking me once… He was so angry… and I
thought that maybe he was angry about what they were doing to me… make them
stop…” Keith finally broke eye contact as he looked away and took a few deep
breaths. “He was mad that they didn’t invite him… that they were too stupid to…
to…”
“Use your ass?” When Keith nodded, Lotor chuckled. “How’d it feel?”
“It hurt so much… he stretched me out, but it still hurt. I tried screaming,
but he covered my mouth, warning me not to wake up his wife…” Keith’s tears
were coming full force now. He had avoiding talking about it for so long that
all the emotions he had repressed were spilling out now. He hated that he
couldn’t control his emotions, especially knowing that Lotor was only going to
toy with them. “But… I-I… I still came from it…”
“Interesting. Did your brothers…?”
“Yeah… he told them to when he was done. It hurt less since I was already
stretched… and I came again, from both of them…”
“Did his wife ever find out?”
“She started watching… fucking the other two boys…” Keith closed his eyes
tightly. “It went on for almost a year before my caseworker finally figured out
something wasn’t right. I never told her what happened, so all she could do was
move me.”
“To where your bother was, you’re actual brother.” Lotor wiped away Keith’s
tears. “Was there anything they used to say to you?”
Keith didn’t know why he was still telling Lotor things, but he thought it was
because now that it started, there was no way to stop himself after holding it
in for so long. He regretted never telling anyone else. Maybe if he had he’d
feel different telling Lotor. “He used to tell me that I was made to be fucked…
to be used…”
“You know, I think he might’ve been right, but I haven’t fucked you yet…” Lotor
used his grip on Keith to pull him onto his lap. “But I will, and then I’ll be
able to tell you if he was right.”
Putting his hands on Lotor’s shoulders, he tried pushing away from the man, but
was too weak from everything they’d already put him through to fight against
the tight hold on him. The rough fabric of Lotor’s pants was uncomfortable as
he was forced to straddle the man. Lotor’s hard cock pressing up uncomfortably
into his crotch. He grimaced against Lotor’s lips as he was kissed.
“Now, undress me.” Lotor smirked as he cupped Keith’s cheek.
“And if I don’t?” Keith sneered as he flinched away from the touch.
Lotor gripped his jaw tightly. “I was going to make our first time pleasant for
you, but if you’d rather I start with beating you…”
His hands were shaking as he moved his hands from Lotor’s shoulders to the
buttons of his shirt. “Can I ask you a question?”
Lotor pressed his lips to Keith’s neck and hummed.
Keith closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore how good Lotor’s kisses felt.
“Does it turn you on that I’m only fifteen?”
“Honestly, your age makes this difficult. You’re so young, almost too young.”
Lotor gently bit on Keith’s earlobe and Keith couldn’t stop the moan that came
out of his throat. “Almost.”
He finally had all the buttons undone and Lotor shrugged off the shirt as he
kissed Keith again. It was deeper than the first, Keith letting it happen as he
kept his eyes closed tightly. Lotor chuckled as he ran his hands down Keith’s
chest and tugged on his dick. “You’re getting hard. You like this.”
“N-no…” Keith’s voice was shakey as he said it, biting his lip as Lotor
continued stroking him. He hated it, hatedit. But his body seemed to be
enjoying it.
“I don’t believe you.” Lotor hummed before gently pushed Keith off his lap.
Keith fell to the ground in front of the chair since he wasn’t expecting it.
He looked up at Lotor as the man got up and started walking towards the table
of toys. Keith swallowed hard as he watched Lotor, his body shaking with fear.
His eyes went to the thing in Lotor’s hand when he walked back over. A leather
collar and chain.
When Lotor finished putting it on him, Keith pulled at it. It was too tight,
making it difficult to breath. Lotor pulled on the chain and Keith fell
forward, his face in Lotor’s crotch. Somehow, the man’s bulge had gotten
bigger.
“Why don’t you release me and we’ll finally get around to seeing what you’re
really made for.” Lotor petted his hair as he held the leash tightly to keep
him from moving too far. “Let’s see what your mouth can do.”
Keith bit his lip before unbuttoning Lotor’s pants and then pulling the zipper
with his teeth. Lotor groaned as Keith pushed down Lotor’s pants and underwear.
His cock was so big and Keith couldn’t help but give it a few strokes.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself down there.” Lotor chuckled and Keith
froze. “But I want your mouth.”
It took a few tugs of the leash before Keith moved again. He wrapped his lips
around Lotor’s cock and swallowed as much as he could. Even with his almost
nonexistent gag reflex, he could fit the man in his mouth very far, until Lotor
grabbed a handful of his hair and thrusted into his throat so hard he started
crying.
It wasn’t long that Lotor face fucked him. When he pulled Keith’s mouth away,
he loosened his grip on the leash so Keith could double over and cough a few
time.
“Not bad, but I’ve had better.” Lotor said when Keith finally stopped coughing.
He had moved back into the chair. “Let’s see how the ass feels.”
Keith was got back on Lotor’s lap after a few hard tugs on the leash. Lotor’s
cock was pressed hotly against his own and the intimate touch made both of them
groan.
“You really are beautiful.” Lotor said before ducking his head and latching his
mouth over Keith’s nipple.
Keith let out a loud moan as he grabbed ahold of Lotor as a reflex. Fingers
were playing with his other nipple. He could feel his dick twitching. Then
fingers were at his ass, which was still sore from the day before. The initial
touch sent a jolt of pain through him as he bit into Lotor’s shoulder to keep
himself from screaming.
Lotor moaned as he pressed his fingers inside of Keith. “This will probably be
the only time I’ll do this before I fuck you.”
A shiver went down Keith’s spine at the words.
He wasn’t prepped much, but just enough that the pain had subsided for the most
part. He was stretched and massaged. Keith was panting as Lotor was gripping
his hips. “Now, ride me. You can go at whatever pace you want, just don’t
stop.”
Keith came once he was fully seated on Lotor’s dick, sobbing as he pressed his
face into Lotor’s neck. He made a choked sound as Lotor pulled him back by his
collar. “Don’t stop.”
He came two more times before Lotor pumped his own semen inside of him. When it
was over, Lotor pulled Keith off him and pushed him onto the ground.
“Catch your breath, then we’ll move onto your next truth.” Lotor said as he ran
his fingers through the cum that Keith had spewed on his chest. He licked his
fingers and smiled. “Your ass was definitely made to be fucked.”
***** Truth and Dare Part 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Birthday Keith! This is the worst birthday present ever,
     probably, but...
     I promise, he's my favorite despite all evidence to the contrary.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Keith closed his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths as he focused on
Lotor’s question. He’d been asking about beating after beating, hitting him
when he hesitated to answer. There had been so many that Keith wasn’t really
sure what the point of continuing to ask about them. If it hadn’t been for
Shiro constantly trying to protect him, it probably wouldn’t even have phased
him as he was growing up.
Blood was running from his nose into his mouth, but he couldn’t wipe it since
his arms had been bound tightly to his back. His nose was probably broken, for
the fifth time in his life. His brain was fuzzy with how many times Lotor had
smacked him, so it was hard to think and give Lotor what he thought he wanted.
Before he could answer the latest question, Lotor slapped him again. When Keith
let his head roll down, Lotor grabbed his face tightly and made him look at
him. Keith couldn’t actually focus his gaze on the man.
“Now, Spitfire, I know you just want me to fuck you again, but I promise, I’m
almost done with questions about this.” Lotor said it so sweetly that the sound
of his voice made Keith feel sick. “Just tell me, other than fists and feet,
what have you been beaten with before?”
 “Chairs, pans, brooms. I’ve all kinds of things thrown at me, plates, shoes,
bottles…” Keith swallowed hard. “Why do you want to know so badly?”
“Does it hurt? Does it hurt to tell me all about your past? To tell me about
all the terrible things that others have done to you, and then for me to follow
through on a promise to do something so much worse?” Lotor leaned his face in
close and grinned. His one hand petting Keith’s hair gently.
Keith whined in response, his tears stinging as they ached to cry, except he
was all out of tears. “Why? Why are you doing this?”
“You’ve piqued my father’s interest, he wants you.” Lotor’s gaze turned cold as
he gripped a handful of Keith’s hair, pulling hard. “But he has no use for
things that don’t follow his orders, so you must be broken.”
Grunting in pain, Keith closed his eyes again. “What did I do?”
“You’re getting really bold, asking me the questions.” Lotor moved his hand
down to Keith’s throat. He fiddled with the buckle of the collar, tightening
it. “Did you forget that I’m asking you the questions?”
Making choking noises, Keith thrashed slightly, trying to pull out of Lotor’s
grip, but it only made it worse. White spots were clouding his vision as he
stared at Lotor. “St-Stop…”
“Tell me who is in charge here.” The collar was even tighter now.
“Pl-Please…”
“Who is in charge here? Is it you?”
“N-No…” Keith’s finally found some spare tears as he felt his consciousness
slipping. “Y-You are…”
Lotor loosened Keith’s collar again. Keith fell forward, coughing and wheezing
as he caught his breath again. He felt so sick, but it had been hours since he
had last eaten. There was probably nothing left to empty out of his stomach.
“Now, I have one more question, on the subject of your past abuse from foster
parents.” Lotor sat down cross-legged next to him on the ground. “Did any of
them legitimately try to kill you?”
Keith still was catching his breath, but he managed to turn his head and look
up at Lotor and give him a small nod.
“Take your time, we have all the time in the world.” Lotor hummed, bouncing
impatiently. “But, I must know all the gritty details of that.”
When Keith could finally breath again and he was able to speak, he closed his
eyes tightly. “One of my foster mothers, I don’t remember what set her off, but
she just called me a monster… grabbed a kitchen knife.” He winced as he
recalled the event. “She stabbed me in the side, twice. I was in shock, I don’t
think I said anything as I fell to the ground. When Shiro found me… I was
almost unconscious.”
Keith flinched when Lotor touched the two small scars on his side, just below
his ribcage. “So, that’s what these scars are from?”
“Yes.”
“How old were you?”
A sob escaped Keith’s lips as the fingers pressed into him harder. “E-Eight…”
He opened his eyes wide when lips were pressed to his. There was something
about this kiss than the previous one, but Keith had no idea what this one
meant.
“I was eight the first time my father put a weapon in my hand and told me to
kill a man.” Lotor caress Keith’s cheek gently, looking into his eyes with
something close to a soft look. “When I refused, he slashed his own sword at
and told me if I didn’t, he’d kill me too. He didn’t have to tell me a third
time.”
“Are you trying to soften me up by making a connection between us?” Keith
glared at him, hating the sentimental tone of the man.
A dark laugh came from Lotor’s lips. “No. I just wanted to know how easy you’re
getting it. My father is giving you infinite chances to follow him.”
“I’ll never take any of those chances.”
Lotor slapped him again. “We shall see.”
Before Keith had a chance to recover from the latest blow, Lotor was pushing
his face into the carpet. Keith struggled until he felt his ass being lifted in
the air, a hard grip leaving bruises on his him. Lotor’s head was pushing as
his twitching hole.
Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, Keith forced himself not to make any
noise as Lotor pushed into him as he rested his body weight on Keith’s back. It
was worse than the first time, not because it hurt more, but because it felt so
good. He was loosened up and slick from Lotor’s previous load. A few thrusts
hitting at the perfect spot had Keith crying out in pleasure.
“So, you like it? My cock inside of you?” Lotor huffed in his ear as slammed
in, hitting the spot directly. He groaned with pleasure in mirror of the noise
that came out of Keith’s throat. “Oh, that makes it so much worse doesn’t it?
You’re such a fucking slut.”
Keith let out another moan as Lotor nibbled on his ear lobe, his thrusts
getting faster and more brutual.
“Fuck. Keeping making noise like that and I won’t last.”
Another hard slam, and Keith lost it. He screamed as he came, clamping his ass
muscles down on Lotor’s cock. That did it, set Lotor over the edge too. But
Lotor was still rock hard inside of Keith and didn’t do anything to change his
pace.
“N-No… please…”
“That’s so hot.”
Keith sobbed when he came four more times before Lotor finally softened up and
pulled out of him, two more loads later.
“I haven’t had a fuck like that in forever. I wish I could keep you.” Lotor ran
his fingers through Keith’s hair as he pressed soft kisses on his neck.
Letting his eyes fall closed, Keith didn’t say anything. He had to focus on
keeping himself together, on not passing out.
Chapter End Notes
     Truth and Dare will have two more parts, and around chapter 12 (-
     ish?) we'll be starting some time skips, because if I wrote in detail
     about all four of Keith's years in the Lion's Den... well none of
     want all of that.
***** Truth and Dare Part 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Left_Behind (the one about Pidge, Hunk, and the McClains) is
     finished, so if you need a little less torture and rape and you
     haven't read that yet, there ya go.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Lotor had barely given him anytime to recover before the binding were changed
from the restricting ones them kept his arms bound behind him to something with
a chain that let Lotor hang him from the ceiling.
His toes barely touched the ground, but it wasn’t enough to take any weight off
his arms. It felt like shoulders were going to pop out of their sockets. Keith
couldn’t imagine how much more it would hurt if he was heavier and for the
first time he was thankful he was petite from his childhood malnutrition.
“So, have you ever let someone fuck you, after all those times your foster-
daddy raped you?” Lotor was ghosting his fingers and lips up and down Keith’s
chest as he asked.
“Yes.” Keith closed his eyes tighter as he replied quietly.
“How old were you the first time you chose to have sex?” Lotor punctuated the
question with a hard bite to Keith’s nipple.
“Thirteen.” Keith huffed, tears falling down his face as Lotor moved to gently
suck on the other. “H-He was older than me, we fucked a few times when he was
between girlfriends.”
“So, he wasn’t gay?”
“No, but he really didn’t care who a hole belonged to as long as they’d let him
fuck it.” Keith tried to pull himself up, it was getting hard to catch his
breath.
“Did it hurt? When he fucked you?”
“He didn’t care if I got off, but he never wanted to hurt me so he always made
sure he prepped me good. Sometimes I’d prep myself before…”
“Did you have other lovers?” Lotor moved away from him, moving over to the
table of toys.
“There were other people I had sex with, but I wouldn’t call them lovers.”
“Oh, you’ve never had a special someone?”
Keith stared at the back of Lotor’s head as he thought about all his missed
opportunities and swallowed hard. “No.”
“I can’t really say I’m surprised, looking at your record.” Lotor chuckled, and
Keith hated it because he didn’t really disagree. “But, I told you before, I
want to hear about every fuck. So, how long do you think this discussion will
take?”
“You might want to clear your calendar for the next week or so.”
“You really are a slut.” Lotor groaned as Keith heard things being moved around
on the table. “Then, maybe just the ones you regret the most, the ones you
liked the most. And I definitely need to hear about any times you gave.”
 “You’re sick, getting off on this, on my pain.”
“Oh?” Lotor came back over and Keith looked at the object in his hand. His eyes
went wide when he saw the whip. Before he could say anything, Lotor moved his
hand and flicked it across Keith’s chest. It was hard enough that it left a
mark, but not enough to leave a welt. A moan left Keith’s lips as his toes
curled. “And even if you don’t want to admit, it you’re enjoying your pain just
as much as I am.”
“Please… please don’t…” Keith closed his eyes tightly as he felt tears
threatening to spill again.
“You keep begging like that and you’ll get me hard again.” Lotor whispered into
Keith’s ear.
“Maybe you should take care of it yourself.”
Keith was no way prepared for Lotor to swing the whip with purpose. He screamed
as the whip broke skin. Then Lotor swung it again, and again. When Lotor was
finished, there wasn’t an inch of his back that hadn’t been touched by the
whip. Sobbing, Keith had given up on trying to pull himself up to breath. His
head was spinning from blood loss and he was completely consumed by the
stinging pain of his back. Even as Lotor started slamming into him, Keith
barely registered anything else.
He wasn’t sure when he passed out, or when Lotor had left him alone, but Keith
woke up in a puddle of his own blood and his and Lotor’s cum. His entire body
was sore, on top of the burning pain of his ass and his back. There was
something in his mouth, keeping him from making much more than a muffled sound
of distress. As he felt sicker and sicker.
His arms and legs were bound in odd positions, keeping him completely spread
open and ready where he laid with his chest on the ground. There was a twinge
of pleasure underneath everything, just enough to drive him crazy. Something
was in his ass, and it was vibrating.
Letting out a muffled sob, he tried to move, but he just felt the thing in his
ass adjust to a position that only cause more pain. It almost felt like
something was cutting into him.
It had been hours since he had woke up before Keith saw feet in front of his
face. He had run out of tears and was sure his balls were going to explode if
he didn’t get release soon. Pained noises escaped from the gag as his face was
pulled up to look at the person hovering over him.
“Have you had enough of this? Do you want my dick back?” Lotor was smiling at
him.
Keith didn’t know what to do, but he wanted it to end. Nodding, he wasn’t sure
what he was agreeing to, but he hoped it was better than whatever.
“Good.” Lotor let go of Keith’s hair and Keith went face first into the floor.
Keith grunted as Lotor nudged at him with his foot, roughly flipping him over.
The odd angles of his arms and legs made it so he wasn’t laying completely
flat, but his ass was on the floor, making what was inside of him go even
deeper.
Lotor knelt down next to him and put his fingers around Keith’s aching cock. It
didn’t take much before Keith sobbed as he came.
“I’m going to leave you like this for another few hours, just to be sure you
really understand the situation you’re in.” Lotor moved so his face was
hovering over Keith’s as the teen sobbed. A smile was on his face as he leaned
down and pressed his lips to the gag. “And when I come back, I’ll let you rest
a bit, then we’ll move somewhere more comfortable and take it slow.”
Keith closed his eyes tightly.
“Is this the first time you’ve had a toy inside of you?” Lotor rubbed Keith’s
cheek gently. Keith shook his head, his eyes still closed. “I thought so. Can
you feel them? The blades right at the base? It really adds something the real
thing lacks, don’t you think?”
 
Chapter End Notes
     Lotor has all the best toys.
***** Truth and Dare Part 4 *****
It wasn’t Lotor that came into the room a few hours later. Keith was so weak
that he just let the men roughly let him out of his restraints. His eyes
followed the bladed plug when it bounced across the floor away from him. It was
covered in his blood, fresh blood.
They pulled him to his feet but his knees buckled and he fell onto all fours as
soon as they let go of him. He shook violently as he felt the pain coursing
through him. Then one kicked him over onto his side.
“Get up!” The one yelled.
Keith tried to pull himself up, but he failed before he could even get to his
feet. “I-I can’t.”
“Bullshit.”
He was pulled to his feet by his hair, and he howled in pain as he reached back
to get the hand off of him. Then he was released. Again, he fell forward onto
all fours. He didn’t stay that way for long before his arms gave out and he was
faceplanting on the floor.
Closing his eyes, he let out a shaking breath. “I can’t.”
“Pick him up. Prince Lotor wants him treated and cleaned up before he does
anymore to him.” Haggar’s voice was coming from somewhere behind Keith.
The men were both swearing, arguing about who would get to carry him.
Eventually Haggar barked out an order, growing impatient.
Keith squeaked as he was suddenly lifted up and put over one of the men’s
shoulders. He hung there limply, too exhausted to try to fight back. The last
time he had been picked up like that he was about eight and Shiro pulled him
away from a fight.
He was dropped onto a hard metal table. The cold was soothing to the wounds on
his back that he had almost forgotten about. But it didn’t change how
surprising it was, or how much it hurt when his head slammed down.
“Now, let’s see who much Lotor ruined you.” Haggar’s voice was above him now.
It was hard to focus on her face. He was officially dizzy again, from the blood
loss and the new head injury, Keith knew he was on the verge of passing out
again.
A small sound of shock escaped his lips as hot water started spraying his body.
He closed his eyes and brought his hands over his chest to try to protect
himself. Hands were on him, scrubbing at the dried blood and cum covering him.
It was instinct to try to pat them away.
“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to tie you down, Spitfire.” Haggar’s clawed
hands gripped his face tightly. “You don’t want to do this the hard way, do
you?”
Keith took a few breaths and shook his head. “I-I…”
“Good.”
After she finished washing off his front, his entire front, she rolled him
over. Her touch on his wounds on his back made him whimper in pain as he
clenched his hands into fists above his head.
“He certainly worked you over good.” Haggar laughed when the water stopped. Her
nails were still digging into one of the more agitated welts on his back. He
was biting his lip to keep from giving the satisfaction of hearing him in pain.
“Now, before I starting treating your wounds, I have to ask.”
Keith turned his head to the side to look at her. He swallowed hard as he tried
guessing what she was about to ask.
Her face moved closer to his. “If I brought someone in here and gave you a
weapon, told you to kill them, what would you do?”
“Tell you to go to hell.” Keith narrowed his eyes at her as he tried to push
himself up. “Ask me as many times as you want, and you’ll keep getting the same
answer.”
A smile spread across her face as her nails dug in deeper and Keith couldn’t
keep himself from gasping in pain. “P-Please… stop…”
“You’ll learn, Spitfire, you’ll learn.”
He was alone for a while before Haggar returned, spreading different creams
over his wounds. They all stung, making him let out little noises of
discomfort.
“You’re still bleeding.” Her nails were cutting into him as she prodded at his
abused asshole. Keith whimpered as he tried to keep from doing something to get
her to stop, figuring that it would only make things worse.
Then she was gone. He heard the lock on the door and looked around the room.
There wasn’t anything in there with him except whatever she put on his wounds.
Keith tried sitting up, but his arms were too weak to support him. Taking a few
deep breaths, he rolled himself onto his side and closed his eyes.
Keith woke up to voices talking. They were talking about him. Apparently, he
was still bleeding. Apparently, he had been asleep for almost a whole day. He
had never felt so weak in his life. Everything was sore from laying on the
metal table. It was so cold, but he wasn’t sure if he was shivering because of
that or anything else.
Then the talking stopped and he closed his eyes tighter.
“Keep treating him. Feed him.” Lotor said, sounding annoyed. “I want him back
in fucking order by tomorrow.”
“Of course.” Haggar sounded just as annoyed.
He let out a surprised squeak when he felt lips on his, his eyes opening to see
Lotor’s face in his.
“I’ll be waiting. We’ll take it nice and slow, on a bed.” Lotor ran his fingers
through Keith’s hair. “I have so many more toys I want to share with you.”
Keith whimpered as he reached forward, weakly pushing Lotor away from him. “Pl-
Please…”
“Don’t beg. You have the power to stop this.”
“No.”
“Then just take it.” Lotor righted himself and walked out of the room.
Keith’s arms were strong enough to push himself up, but as soon as he put
weight on his ass he let out a pained grunt. His ass was completely ruined.
“Let’s get more cream on those wounds, then I’ll grab you something from the
kitchen.”
When he was finished eating, he was left alone again. He curled up on his side
and looked around the room. His eyes went to a small red blinking light on the
far wall. Swallowing hard, he started at it, noticing a small change in the
wall texture just above it. They were watching him.
After another boredom induced sleep, Keith woke up to Lotor and Haggar arguing
again. He had stopped bleeding, but if Lotor fucked him he’d rip back open.
Which would keep him from service paying customers. It was agreed that when he
could stand on his own again, Lotor would get him back.
Two full days later and he was walking down the halls, a guard following close
to him. He was still shaky on his legs, but there was no use in faking that he
couldn’t walk. It was going to happen eventually. The longer he made Lotor
wait, the longer Lotor had to think of twisted things to do to him.
Lotor was laying on bed in a robe, twirling a knife in his hand. Keith walked
towards him, standing next to the bed.
“I see you’re feeling better. Took you long enough.” Lotor stood up and slipped
off the robe, his knife still in his hand.
“Maybe you were too rough.” Keith barely flinched when he was slapped. He knew
it was coming, but it didn’t matter. Hitting him was the least the Lotor was
going to do to him. “So, what are you going to do with the knife?”
“Oh, this?” Lotor looked at it like he had forgotten he was carrying it. “I’m
going to tie you up, with silk ribbons, let my fucking-machine rape you, ask
you questions. Every time you hesitate to answer, you’ll get a small cut.”
Nodding, Keith closed his eyes.
“You’re being so compliant, it’s almost boring.” Lotor whined as Keith felt the
blade travel down the center of his chest, just enough of a touch to sting and
draw blood.
“You like it when I fight back too much.” Keith clenched his hands at his
sides. “I don’t want to give you the satifastion.”
“Wrong answer.” Lotor’s voice was sing song as he roughly pushed Keith onto the
bed.
Keith’s eyes shot open just in time to grab Lotor’s hands as he moved to slash
across his chest. Lotor grinned at him as he elbowed him in the ribs.
“Much better.” Lotor chuckled as he placed the knife out of Keith’s current
reach before manhandling Keith so he was tied up. Keith struggled against his
restraints, but stopped when he felt cold metal at his asshole. “I’m going to
turn this on and then you’re going to start answering some questions.”
By the time Lotor grew bored of asking questions, Keith was completely
exhausted from coming so many times. Lotor knew almost everything about Keith,
things Keith had never told anyone else before. There were so many small cuts
covering Keith’s chest, arms, and legs, almost none of them out stay.
But Lotor wasn’t satisfied. The next several hours, Lotor spent fucking Keith
in varying positions.
Finally, Lotor was finished with him. He was given permission to head back to
the barracks. And told that he’d start servicing customers just like the rest
of the whores the next night.
Keith didn’t say anything as he limped to the barracks. He didn’t bother
showering as he curled up in bed and started crying.
***** Chores *****
He opened his eyes and swallowed hard when he saw where he was, as if he could
still pretend everything was one big nightmare. Keith even tried closing his
eyes tightly again, as if that would change what he saw when he opened them
again, but it couldn’t stop the murmuring around him, about him.
When he sat up, looking down at the floor, Woody moved to stand at the end of
his bed. “Hey, you alright?”
Keith couldn’t help but snort with amusement as he looked up at the man. “Is
that supposed to be a fucking joke?”
The soft look Woody had been wearing faded as Keith looked at him with not a
small amount of scorn. “S-Sorry. It’s just, you were gone for so long, everyone
thought that Lotor killed you, or sold you.”
Keith looked back at the floor as he crossed an arm across himself. “If only
I’d be so lucky.”
“You should go get cleaned up, I’ll grab you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You should eat.”
“I’ll probably just throw it up.”
“Spitfire… Can I ask you a question?”
“No. I’m tired of answering questions.” Keith finally stood up and walked past
him. “Just leave me alone.”
Woody stood there, seemingly stunned by Keith’s outburst. Keith just walked
into the empty bathroom.
He turned on the water and flinched when it sprayed at him, ice cold. But he
didn’t move out of the way as it didn’t change temperature. As the water hit
him, the pressure almost painful, he just let the tears fall down his cheeks
again.
He couldn’t help but wonder why he was such a jerk. Woody was just trying to
help him, and he was being an asshole. Like usual. Keith couldn’t even blame
the stress of his shitty situation, because he’d always been like that.
There was no way to tell how long he had stood under the water, just thinking
himself in circles and crying, but it was too long. He was shivering from how
cold it was and he wasn’t much cleaner than he was when he got in the shower.
Sighing, he wiped his eyes and turned off the water. It wouldn’t matter if he
scrubbed, he could scrub himself for days and he’d still feel disgusting.
Standing under the water any longer wouldn’t change anything about his
situation. He didn’t even bother drying off before he went back into the
barracks.
No one was looking at him, and it made him even more aware of his situation. He
was just a kid, a kid walking around naked in a room full adults, all of which
know exactly what happened to him the last few days. Not being looked at made
him feel even more self-conscious than when they were staring at him. It was
hard to ignore, even as he looked down at his feet while he walked.
With a huff, he knelt down in front the trunk next to his bed. There was a
plate of food sitting on top of it and he just started sobbing as he stared at
it. After being such an asshole to him, Woody still went out of his way to get
Keith something to eat. And Keith thought he couldn’t feel anymore like shit.
When he caught his breath, Keith moved the plate to his bed so he could get
into the chest, hoping there were clothes in there. Once he was dressed, in
clothes that were stained and too big for him, he sat on his bed and picked at
the plate. It was so terrible, but Keith was much hungrier than he thought he
was.
As he was finishing what he could off the food, he looked around and didn’t see
Woody. He wasn’t entirely sure if he had noticed him earlier either. Sighing,
he stood up and walked over to a group of women he’d seen Woody with before.
“E-Excuse me.” Keith’s grip on the plate was tight as forced himself to look at
them. They all stopped their conversation and looked at him, pity heavy in the
small smiles they gave him. “H-Have you seen Woody?”
“Last I saw him, he was in the kitchen, finishing up his chore.” The youngest
of the women said with a thick twang to her voice.
Keith felt his brows crease in confusion. “Chore?”
“Oh, honey, they didn’t tell you?” Another said with a frown on her face. He
just stared at her. “On top of them selling our bodies every night, they make
us take care of this building.”
“Woody and I took care of your chore long before you woke up.”
“My… my chore…?” Keith felt himself losing his cool, anger welling up inside of
him.
The one who had done his chore with Woody pointed towards the door to the
hallway. There was a chalk board on either side. One listed chores the other
rest days. His new name was next to ‘laundry’. He wasn’t on the other board.
“Rest days?” Keith looked back at them and they all nodded at him.
“Every week we each get a day where we don’t have to do a chore, or fuck.” One
shrugged. “Newbies don’t usually get one their first week.”
Swallowing hard, Keith nodded and turned away from them. “I’m going to go find
him. Thank you…”
When Keith walked into the hallway, he noticed Lotor walking from his office
down the hall. Keith felt his heart stop as he stared at the man, who looked
surprised when he saw the teen.
“Oh, Spitfire.” Lotor kept walking towards him. “Where are you off to?”
“K-Kitchen.” Keith felt his grip tighten on the plate again as he started
trembling.
“What a coincidence, that’s where I’m going too.” Lotor chuckled as he stopped
in front of him. A hand reached up to touch Keith’s hair, but he flinched away
from the touch. The look on Lotor’s face quickly changed as he slapped Keith
across the face, hard enough that Keith tasted blood in his mouth.
“If you treat everyone like this, it’s no wonder raping teenage boys is the
only action you can get.” Keith said, not moving his gaze from where it ended
up after the slap.
Lotor didn’t say anything as he grabbed Keith by the hair and started pulling
him down the hallway. Keith reached up with his free hand to get free as he
gasped in pain, but he couldn’t pry Lotor off of himself.
They stopped just inside the kitchen, and Keith was distracted from the pain
when he saw Woody.
The man was bent over, completely naked. One guard shoving into his mouth and
the other into his ass. Keith felt sick as he tried to look away, the plate
dropping from his hand and shattering on the ground. The men in front of him
stopped moving and looked towards them with the sound.
Lotor kept his grip on Keith’s hair, not letting him look away from the scene.
“Don’t stop on our account. I can wait to speak with Woody until you’re
finished.”
The two guards grinned at each other before slamming into Woody even harder
than before. Keith whimpered as Lotor let go of his hair, manhandling so he
could grind his clothed erection against Keith’s ass.
When the guards were finished, the zipped up and Woody dropped to the floor,
coughing.
“Before you leave, I must know what he was paying for.” Lotor said as the two
guards headed towards the door.
“And extra plate of food, Prince Lotor.” The one guard bowed as he walked past
him.
“Oh, Woody, it wasn’t for my little Spitfire, was it?” Lotor snuck his hands up
under Keith’s shirt and held him against him tightly.
“I-I…” Woody took a few shuddering breaths before looking up at them. “I’m
sorry you had to see that Spitfire.”
Keith just whimpered as he was finally able to look away.
“And you did his chore this morning.” Lotor’s voice was like velvet as he
spoke, but Keith felt a sting from it.
“Prince Lotor… I-I... I thought that…”
“It isn’t your job to think Woody.” Lotor tsked as he moved one of his hands
from under Keith’s shirt and into the loose shorts he was wearing. Keith let
out a small moan when he felt a hand cup his dick. “And it certainly isn’t your
job to take care of Spitfire. He needs to learn things for himself.”
“He’s just a kid, don’t… just let him go.” Woody moved to stand up, and Keith
could see how the man had gotten his name.
“No.” Lotor moved his hands to push down Keith’s shorts, then let go of Keith.
The teen closed his eyes tightly when he heard a zipper drop.
“Don’t… don’t punish him for my mistake, please…” Woody’s voice was so shaky.
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you do this.” Lotor hissed as he pushed into
Keith.
Keith let out a strangled cry as tears fell down his cheeks. No one said
anything as Lotor slammed into Keith, and while Keith didn’t open his eyes
once, he was pretty sure that Woody was watching him.
When Lotor finished, he zipped up and fixed Keith’s clothes, and then left
without a word.
“I’m s-…” Woody started, but Keith put his hands up and cut him off.
“Don’t. Just… just don’t help me again.” Keith opened his eyes finally. His
legs were shaky and it was taking everything he had to keep standing. “I don’t
want you getting into trouble because of me. I’m not worth it.”
“Can I help you back to the barracks at least? You look…” Woody took a step
towards him.
“I-If… If you can put some clothes on.” Keith swallowed hard as he started at
Woody.
Once Woody was dressed, he put an arm around Keith’s waist and took most of his
waist. “If I had known that Lotor was going to…”
“You didn’t. It’s not your fault.” Keith looked down at his feet, feeling cum
dripping down his leg from his ass. “Thank you.”
Woody chuckled. “For what?”
“What you did, especially after I was an asshole. I know it… Just, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. However I can help, let me know, we’ll just have to be a
little more discrete from now on.”
“I don’t want anyone getting into trouble because of me.”
“You’re worth it, we all want to protect you, trust me, you’re worth it.” Woody
smiled down at him.
Keith looked away, not as sure.
***** Of a Different Mark *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Thanksgiving?
     I'm really need to work on my other fics, why can't I just force
     myself to work on things that aren't this? I'm a terrible person. I'm
     sorry.
     With the publishing of this chapter, I will have posted over 600k
     words on this site, which is fucking insane. The 600k-th word? 'them'
See the end of the chapter for more notes
            He stood up from where he was sitting in the shower and reached for
the bar of soap, finally starting to clean himself off. They hadn’t spilled
much of his blood during his first night working, so it was just cum and sweat
that he was washing off. Keith wished the lingering feelings of the hands on
him could be washed off as easily. His ass and jaw were both so sore from the
dicks that were shoved into him.
Lotor had paraded him onto a stage wearing nothing but a collar just after the
opening act. He tried fighting against being pulled by the leash, but with his
hands bound his back, it wasn’t much use. His focus had been on the crowd
staring at him hungrily and not on the words Lotor used to try to convince them
to rent him for a few hours. Mentioning his age and his sexual experience had
some people more interested and others completely turned off. But hearing that
he was fighter was really the big seller by the way a lot of people started
muttering among themselves and begging to get a time slot with him.
The pleasure of being his first client of the night was auctioned off. It was a
brutal competition from the clientele in the Den, a few actual fist fights
broke out from it. Taking him first was worth almost three thousand dollars to
a pair of older men sitting quietly in the front row.
Lotor put him into a room and pulled something from his pocket while humming.
Keith tried to shy away as it was fastened in his mouth, keeping it open. He
whined once it was secure.
“Now, remember, these people want a fighter, but you can get out of this
anytime you want, so don’t fight too hard, Spitfire.” Lotor said in a firm tone
as he cupped Keith’s cheek. Keith just glared at him, pulling back despite
Lotor’s continued hold on the leash.
That first couple had been surprisingly gentle as the manhandled him into the
positions they wanted him, just laughing every time he struggled against them.
They had surprising stamina and were disappointed when their time with him was
over, apparently they had a few loads left in them.
A few of his clients had roughed him up and he had a few bruises and scratch
marks from them, but he’d had worse. The biggest group that he had was five
people, and a few of them fucked each other while they were raping him. Mostly
it was just one at a time during the night, two of them rode his dick. He was
so nauseous from the amount of cum he swallowed, and he was too full to eat
despite Woody insistence that he eat.
“Hey.” One of the women, Cherry Keith thought her name was, said in annoyed
tone. Her words brought him out of his trying to make sense of the nights’
events. He looked at her and immediately way, she was standing there completely
naked, cum visibly dripping down her legs. “I get that you’re new and this is
terrible for you, but there are other people waiting for a shower.”
Keith nodded as he put the soap back on its pedestal, and stepped out of the
water. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool, you’re new.” She put his hand on the small of his back as she
pushed past him to get into the shower, with a yelp from how hot the water was.
He flinched at her touch, barely looking back at her. “After a work night
really isn’t the best time to mope in the shower, everyone wants to get the
worst of it off.”
His eyes fell on the tattoo she had in the same place as his own. It was
different than the tattoo they had put on him. Hers had the same background as
his own, the symbol of the gang that was plastered on every surface in the
Lion’s Den and worn proudly by the guards, but there was something noticeably
different. Cherry had a rose just below the Galra mark, Keith looked down at
the strange symbol on his hip then back at her.
“Like what you see?” She must’ve noticed him staring.
“I’m gay.” He more blurted than said as his face went red.
Cherry started laughing as she reached for the soap. “You’re a cutie.”
“I-I… I’m going just go get dressed now.” Keith turned away quickly and quickly
put on some clothes, sitting on his bed and watching the other move in and out
of the bathroom, talking in small groups. His eyes went to the tattoos that
were visible on the others. They were all the same as Cherry’s, different than
his.
“Hey, did you ever get something to eat?” Woody’s voice was soft as he
approached Keith.
Keith just shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “If I eat I know
I’ll throw up. Don’t let me sleep past breakfast tomorrow, I’ll promise I’ll
eat something then.”
A smile spread across Woody’s face as he sat on the bed, carefully leaving
space between Keith and himself. “Good, you need to take care of yourself,
Spitfire.”
“Dying of starvation seems like a better option than staying here.” Keith
brought one of his legs up to rest his head against. “What happened today, it’s
what I can expect from now on, isn’t?”
Sighing, Woody leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “The prince usually has
us put on a show at some point in the night, to get the clients interested, so
eventually he’ll make you figure out a routine for that.”
“Awesome.” Closing his eyes, Keith shook his head.
“It looks like something is on your mind, do you want to talk about it?”
“I-I… no, just… I doubt no amount of lies you could tell me would make me feel
about it.”
“Alright, get some sleep. You look exhausted.”
“Getting fucked twenty-six times in a row without a break will do that to a
person.”
The next morning after he ate, Keith looked up at the chore board. His name was
listed next to three different chores and he grimaced. A few of the others who
didn’t have any chores to do offered to help him, but he looked over at Woody
and remembered what had happened the day before as he declined.
He was in the middle of his second chore, cleaning the client bathrooms, when
he was cornered by three guards. They laughed as they ripped off his clothes,
despite him lashing out at them. When two of the them lifted him between them
just to lower him onto both of their cocks, he lost all his fight as he
screeched in agony. The third just stood there watching, rubbing his still
clothed hard on. Keith came twice, sobbing as he did, before they finished in
him and dropped him. He was lifted onto his knees by the third and a dick was
shoved in his face. His face was slapped with the dick a few times before he
obediently swallowed it down, gagging as he did. The guard finished on his
face.
“Prince Lotor wants to see you in his office when you’re finished your chores,
so finish up.” The guard said as he pushed Keith back and away from him. “He
might get mad if you take too long.”
Keith panted as he sat on the floor, his eyes barely catching the movement of
the two that had fucked him as they picked up his clothes and left with them.
He sat there recovering for a while before he stood back up and went back to
cleaning, wincing as he moved from the pain in his ass.
He was still naked, the cum dried now, when he walked into Lotor’s office.
Lotor was on the phone but looked Keith up and down hungrily as he continued
talking on the phone.
“Well hello.” Lotor said as he motioned for Keith to walk closer. He pulled
Keith onto his lap. “I see the guards didn’t take any time using you as soon as
I told them you were free game for them.”
Keith put his hands on Lotor’s shoulders, not looking at the man. “So, they’re
allowed to do that to me whenever they want?”
Humming, Lotor wrapped his arms around Keith’s torso. “But, I have some news
for you.”
“Joy.”
“Tomorrow, instead of chores, we’ll be working on your routine for the show. I
hope to debut it in a few days.” Lotor pulled Keith a little closer. “The day
that my father will be coming to take you on a test drive, hopefully.”
“Y-Your…” Keith closed his eyes tightly as he pictured the large man that had
sent him to the Lion’s Den. He gulped and started shivering.
“I am a saint compared to my father, so I’m sure you will enjoy yourself.”
Lotor pressed his lips to Keith’s. “I know how much you love pain.”
“Shut up. I-I…”
“You can’t even say it, can you? Can’t lie to me like that?” Lotor chuckled.
“Are you adjusting to your new life yet?”
“This isn’t my life…” Keith looked up at Lotor finally, glaring at him.
“Oh? Spitfire, my little Spitfire, unless you change your mind about killing,
getting raped, working yourself to the bone? This is going to be everyday for
the rest of your life.”
“Fine.”
“And my father thinks he’ll make a Blade out of you, he just doesn’t know how
much you belong here under my care.” Lotor moved his hands down Keith’s back,
punctuating his statement by sticking a finger inside of the teen.
“T-The Blade?” Keith’s eyes fell close at the touch to his abused hole.
Lotor’s free hand moved around Keith’s body, laying flat against the tattoo on
Keith’s hip. “Yes, my big sister’s little group of killers, she and my father
want you to join them so badly.”
“W-Why?” Keith’s back arched as Lotor flexed his finger inside of him.
“Because to become a member of that little club, you had to have a close
relative who was or is a high-ranking member of the gang, and they’re really
hurting for membership.”
“N-No…”
“Yes.” Lotor nibbled on Keith’s ear as he lifted him up roughly with one hand
as he unzipped his pants with the other hand. “I’m sure your mother would
disapprove of this method of breaking you, but I know she wanted you to join us
one day.”
Keith couldn’t reply as he was too distracted by suddenly being impaled on
Lotor’s dick. He wrapped his arms around Lotor’s shoulders as the man slammed
up into him hard. Tears ran down his eyes not because of what was happening,
but because of what Lotor had said.
Chapter End Notes
     Starting next chapter we'll be experiencing some time skips of
     varying lengths. Chapter 15 will be the first of the Keith-centric
     flashbacks, none of which I have actually planned yet, but I'm
     excited to write them.
***** Tired *****
He was exhausted. It had been over a week and he’d barely gotten any sleep,
only a few hours between all the terrible things. Lotor had him practicing his
new routine on the pole in the center of the stage, every time he got a move
wrong, Lotor made sure Keith knew it. His entire body hurt from the beatings
Lotor gave him. Then there were the extra chores he was given. The clients and
everything they did to him. Every moment he thought he could get some rest, the
guards grabbed him and had their way with him.
The few moments he did have to shower or sleep, the other whores made a point
to give him peace and something close to privacy. And he was glad for it.
“Hey.” Woody said it quietly and Keith didn’t even look up at him. “I know
you’re not asleep yet kiddo.”
“What do you want?” Keith curled up tighter as he opened his eyes.
“You didn’t eat once yesterday.”
“I didn’t have time…” He wrapped his arms around his stomach, and wincing as
pressure was put on the collection of bruises on his middle. “And my stomach
hurts too much.”
“I haven’t been here long, but…”
“But what?”
“I’ve never seen them be so ruthless with anyone, it’s like they’re…” Woody
rubbed his face and just shook his head. “No, I’m probably just…”
“You’re not imagining it.” Keith sat up and rubbed his shoulder. One of the
guards had dislocated it when he fought back a little too much and Haggar had
popped it back in. “Just… don’t get involved anymore… there…”
“Spitfire.” One of the guards yelled from the doorway. Keith turned to put his
feet on the ground. “A few days in the hole.”
Keith’s brows creased with confusion. Woody stood up and glared at the guard.
“What did he do to deserve to be thrown in the hole?”
“Prince Lotor wants to make sure that our little Spitfire is all nice and
fresh, healed up, when Lord Zarkon comes to use him in a few days.”
Everyone else in the barracks froze, and it made Keith incredibly nervous as he
stood up. He put a hand on Woody’s arm as he stared at the guard. “It’s
alright. I could use the break.”
The guard just laughed. “Yeah, for what Zarkon is going to do to you, you’ll
definitely need the break.”
Keith took a deep breath before walking towards the guard. The guard grabbed
him by the back of the neck and lead him out of the barracks. He was shoved
into a small room, the door locked behind him before he even got a chance to
turn around.
It was so dark, cold, the silence echoed around him, just like the last time
the Galra shoved him into isolation. He sat down against the wall and sighed.
Thinking about time, he tried to count back and figure out how long it had
been. It had to be almost a month since he was taken, since he was free.
He rested his head back against the wall, his eyes closing. He was so tired,
but now he had opened up that thought line, he couldn’t stop.
“No, no…” Keith took a few shuddering breaths as he drew his knees to his
chest. His chest hurt as he couldn’t stop the pictures and voices flooding his
brain. Shiro telling him to be safe, with a wink, before he left for work that
day. Lance’s voice on the phone, telling him how excited he was for their date.
Lance. Shiro. Matt, Hunk, Pidge. He’d probably never see them again. And if he
did… It was too painful to think about them, but he couldn’t stop.
There was no way of knowing how long he thought of the good things in his life,
only really there the last few years, but he had run out of memories and he
knew that it had been hours at least. Eventually he managed to fall asleep,
still crying.
Time faded while he was in and out of sleep. Memories of his friends, of his
abuse before the Galra. Ghosts of every touch he’s ever had, whether is was
painful or pleasurable, whether he wanted it or not.
But his body was healing, he could feel it despite the hunger. He’d be all
shiny and new for Zarkon. Just like they wanted him to be.
His eyes stunk he opened to them to the sound of the door finally opening after
what had to of been several days. Two guards were standing on either side of
Haggar.
“Little Spitfire. It’s time to get cleaned up and get your strength up for your
private show for Lord Zarkon.” Haggar’s voice grated on his eardrums.
He stood up on shaky legs, his body week from hunger and disuse. “And then
what?”
“You’ll be even worse off than before they threw you in your private room.”
“Then lets get this over with. Don’t want to keep the boss waiting, do we?”
Keith look up at her, defiance in his eyes. A grin spread across her face as
she nodded for the guards to grab him.
***** Show Time *****
Chapter Notes
     Happy Christmas if you're into that kind of thing. The next chapter
     will be flashbacks, maybe I'll do some holiday related ones?
Keith had his hands crossed against his bare chest. He felt even more exposed
than if he was naked. Sheer fabric draped around his body, probably designed to
show off his movements, left nothing to the imagination. Haggar and Lotor were
both staring at him, their eyes roaming his body as he stood there.
“Remember, my father isn’t quite as forgiving as I am.” Lotor reached for him.
“But he does seem to have a soft spot for you.”
He nodded as he took a step back to avoid Lotor’s touch.
“Be careful.” Lotor’s hand moved quick to grab Keith’s arm. “Spitfire, you’re
going to be in for a real treat. Seeing you on that stage tonight, everyone in
the club is going to want you, when my father finishes with you, there will be
no shortage of customers.”
“Let’s not keep Lord Zarkon waiting.” Haggar moved away, motioning for the two
of them to start moving.
Keith followed Lotor into the theater and onto the stage. His eyes went to
Zarkon, sitting in the back, surrounded by armed guards and half naked people.
The woman from the first night was there too, standing behind him rigidly.
“Oh, look Spitfire, my sister came to watch too.” Lotor turned to grin at him
before looking back out at the crowd to introduce the act. Then Keith was left
alone on the stage.
Music was playing and took it as his cue to start moving. His eyes were closed
as he reached for the pole as leverage for his movements. The music wasn’t loud
enough to drown out the cheering of the crowd, yelling all the obscene things
they were going to pay to do to him. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if
he stopped now and just stood there, or danced. They were going to hurt him.
Dancing was a lot like fighting, the way his body moved, the muscles that were
working, they were the same. But it wasn’t a fight, not really. It was display,
and the Galra wanted it to say one thing, but Keith hoped it said another. ‘You
can do what you want to my body, but you can never have me.’ He also hoped that
it would always be true.
But it ended. And that meant it was time for a private show, for Zarkon.
Two guards lead him off the stage and into a private room. They left him there
and he just looked around the room. It was the first time he had been in this
room. There was a chair at the edge of the bed, just so someone could watch. A
shiver went through his spine as he put his hand on the back of the chair.
He jumped when he heard the door open. Zarkon, two of the partially clothed
women, and the masked woman came into the room.
“So, Spitfire, we meet again.” Zarkon’s voice boomed in the room as Keith
turned to look at him.
“What? No one with a bag over their head this time? Not going to hand me any
blades.” Keith’s eyes narrowed as he stared at him.
Zarkon lifted up his arms and the two women started to undress him, folding his
clothes neatly. “You haven’t changed. Good, but I was hoping that you’d be a
little more…”
“Willing to take your orders?”
Keith stood still as Zarkon, who was now completely naked and rock hard, walked
towards him and gently took his chin. “But now, we get to have some fun
together. Lotor told me you enjoy pain.”
“Maybe, but not as much pain as he likes to inflict.” Keith kept his eyes on
Zarkon’s face instead of the rest of his body.
A sickening smile spread on Zarkon’s face as he cupped Keith’s cheek. “You’re
funny.” Zarkon turned to the masked woman. “He has his mother’s sense of humor,
wouldn’t you agree?”
The woman just grunted and started turning away.
“Don’t look away, daughter.” Zarkon focused back on Keith. “You’re just as
beautiful as your mother.”
“Enough. I don’t care what you thought about my mother, or what you think about
me. I don’t care what you do to me. I won’t be one of you.”
“Yes you will, someday.” Zarkon moved his hand down Keith’s chest. “But
tonight, you are mine and only mine.”
Swallowing hard, Keith closed his eyes and tried to ignore how Zarkon’s touch
sent shivers down his spine. The man’s body was so close to his, he could feel
the heat rolling off him. Then it was pressed against his, lips and teeth on
neck. A moan escaped his lips as he was lifted off the ground. It was
surprisingly soft, and his body was reacting.
Then he was thrown roughly onto the bed, and he grunted as he bounced on the
mattress. His eyes opened when rough hands were turning him so he was face
down, and he started clawing at the hands on him, trying to kick Zarkon away.
His actions barely phased the much larger man as he manhandled Keith exactly
where he wanted him, hold him down with a bruising grip.
He was breathing hard from trying to fight back, still trying to get out of
Zarkon’s grip even as his hands were pinned behind him and Zarkon’s weight was
on him.
“Don’t get too excited already, we’re just getting started, Spitfire.” Zarkon
huffed in his ear as he rutted his massive cock against Keith’s ass. “I’ve
waiting to do this for weeks. I’m going to break you, my dick might be bigger
than you.”
Keith whimpered, feeling his own cock twitch from the stimulation. Then he felt
his ass being spread open and the tip of Zarkon’s dick at his hole. Zarkon
started pushing in, slowly at first.
“St-Stop…” Keith cried out. He knew it wouldn’t do any good, but the pain was
so intense that he couldn’t think of that, only of begging for it to be over.
With a laugh, Zarkon continued, peppering the back of Keith’s neck with bite
marks and hickeys. He didn’t change the pace, but Keith felt a change in the
stretch and he started to struggle again, trying to pull his hips away from
Zarkon.
“Oh, you feel that? My ampallang?” Zarkon nibbled on Keith’s ear as he stopped
moving his own hips. “Most people hate it, but I figured someone like you would
appreciate.”
Keith took a few panicked breaths as he closed his tearing eyes tightly. He
could feel how large the two balls on either end of the barbell were as they
were resting just at his hole. They were much larger than the standard dick
piercing. “I-I… I can’t…”
Laughing again, Zarkon jerked his hips forward just enough to get the piercing
in. Keith gasped, his body tensing so completely that it hurt. It didn’t hurt
quiet as much as the tearing of his rim.
Zarkon lifted himself off Keith’s back, his dick barely moving. He let go of
Keith’s hands as he poked at Keith’s ass. “Look at that. You were so tight and
now I ripped you open.”
Keith whimpered as he moved his hands to claw at sheets as tears streamed down
his cheeks. He spasmed as Zarkon pulled the piercing out and pushed it back in
a few times.
“I can’t… I-I… please…” Keith sobbed.
He screamed as Zarkon slammed into him, pushing all the way into him. Zarkon
put his body weight back onto Keith. “You can stop this any time you want.”
The pain was so intense that Keith couldn’t speak, he just sobbed as clawed at
the sheets harder.
Zarkon started slamming into him, harder and harder with every thrust. The
thrusts were easier as he Keith’s entire world was pain as the fucking
continued from the blood. The pain was all consuming and Keith could barely
feel the other touches.
Keith got a short break after the first round, but the pain or the exhaustion
didn’t go away at all by the time Zarkon was ready for the next round. His
fight was gone for the moment and Zarkon was able to move him around like a
ragdoll as he slammed into him from a different angle, tearing him all over
again. And again, and again.
By the time Zarkon was done with him, he couldn’t move and he was covered in
blood. Keith didn’t even register that Zarkon was talking to him, or that he
was leaving. It didn’t take long for him to pass out.
***** Flashback #1 *****
Chapter Notes
     The first flashback chapter for Keith! Since its the holiday season,
     at least one of these is holiday themed.
     1) Keith is 10; Shiro is 15.
     2) Keith is 12; Shiro is 17.
     3) Keith, Lance, and Hunk are 13. (Note: This would have happened
     before Keith joined the swim team)
     4) Keith is 14; Shiro is 19
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Keith woke up and felt really groggy. He also felt numb. It took a minute for
him to blink the sleep away to focus on where he was. The hospital. Again.
He couldn’t remember exactly what happened. He remember his foster father
throwing at beer bottle at him, missing him. Then being thrown to the ground.
Pain, a lot of pain, that he couldn’t pinpoint. And then blackness.
Looking around, he focused on the source of the dip in the hospital bed.
Takashi was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his head resting against his
leg.
“H-Hey…” He tried sitting up and whimpered as he felt a jolt of pain in his
side.
“Keith…” Takashi jolted awake and stared at him.
Keith was pressing his fingers into the spot that hurt and tears came to his
eyes as his ribs throbbed. He started to take quick, shallow breaths and it
only made the pain worse.
“Hey, hey, calm down.” Takashi stood up and leaned over him. His fingers ran
through the younger boy’s hair. “You’re okay, just focus on me and not…”
“What happened?” Keith leaned his head into his brother’s touch, trying to
steady his breath as he was still crying.
“He started kicking you… you have…” Takashi took a deep breath. “You have four
broken ribs and a pretty bad concussion. One of your broken ribs came pretty
close to puncturing your lung.”
Keith bit his lip, letting his hand rest on his rib cage. “Which lung?”
“No the same one as when…” Takashi trailed off and pressed his face into
Keith’s hair. “You’re okay now, and that’s all that matter.”
He might have been wrong, but Keith was sure that his big brother was crying.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“I was scared. The way the doctors were talking at first… I-I… I thought I was
really going to…”
“I’m still here Takashi.” Keith brought his hand up and put it on his brother’s
neck. “Kashi, I’m okay.”
Eventually Takashi sat back down and took his hand tightly. Keith smiled at him
weakly. “Did you… were you the one that found me, again?”
“N-No… she pulled his gun on him…” Takashi rubbed the back of his neck. “When
he tried to take it from her, still kicking you, she fired.”
Keith’s eyes went wide as he stared at his brother. “S-So… is he…?”
“Dead? Yeah.”
He couldn’t help but smile as he rolled his head to look at the window. “Is she
okay?”
“Yeah, when I thanked her earlier, she made it clear that she didn’t want to
see you though.”
“Of course not.” Keith closed his eyes.
“Hey, hey. The doctors said to keep you awake once you woke back up.”
“They also probably told you to call for them when I woke up.”
“Yeah, but I wanted to talk to my baby brother myself.” Takashi squeezed his
hand. “You’re not any more annoying than usual, so I think you’ll be okay.”
Scoffing, Keith turned to glare at him. “You’re the worst.”
A nurse popped her head in and made a surprised sound when she saw that Keith
was awake. She announced that she was going to get a doctor and disappeared
again.
“She could have asked how my pain was.” Keith huffed as he covered his face
with his hand.
“Is it that bad?”
“It’s… yeah.” Keith grimaced under his hand.
“She told me she gave you the maximum dose of morphine allowed for someone your
age and weight earlier.”
“Shit.”
The doctor came in a few minutes later, asking Keith questions and doing simple
tests to see how he was doing. It was all pretty routine. Keith had plenty of
concussions before. But then the doctor wanted to examine the area where the
broken ribs were.
There was a relatively large bandage over what Keith assumed was a cut made to
put his ribs back in place. Surrounding the bandaging was a large, dark bruise.
When the doctor touched it very gently, but without warning, Keith flinched and
cried out in pain.
“Sorry, sorry. You were pretty messed when you came in, but you seem to be
doing good.”
“When I…” Keith looked at Takashi, who looked away. “H-How… How long was I
unconscious?”
Sighing, Takashi closed his eyes. “Three days.”
“We’re going to keep you here for a few days, to make sure that your ribs are
setting well. We’ll schedule some more x-rays tomorrow.” The doctor said as he
marked some stuff on the chart. “You should be okay to get some rest, and I’ll
have a nurse bring in a menu so you can get something to eat.”
When he left, Keith looked at his brother. “Have you been sitting here the
whole time?”
“Yeah. We’re officially not living in that house anymore.” Takashi rubbed the
back of his neck.
“Where are we…”
“I don’t know. Last time she was here, she was working on finding a place for
us.”
It was another day before the caseworker came in, her face looking grim.
Takashi and Keith were playing a card game, both dropping their cards when she
came in and they saw her face.
“Hey Keith, I’m glad to see you awake.” She let a fake smile spread across her
face.
The brothers shared a look before both their gazes focused on her briefcase. It
probably had the location of their next foster home.
“How are you feeling?” She set the briefcase down as she walked over.
“I-I… I’d feel better knowing where we are going when I get out of here.” Keith
said as he looked at Takashi.
She sighed and looked away. “About that…”
“You did… find us somewhere, right? I mean…” Takashi stood up, half shielding
Keith with his body.
“Yes, of course… but it’s… I couldn’t find anywhere with… two openings.”
Keith reached for Takashi, holding onto the back of his shirt tightly.
“You… you can’t separate us again! Who is going to look out for him if
something-…”
“I’m sorry Takashi, but with such short notice…”
“Short notice!? I called you, and called you to tell you what…”
“Kashi, stop, I’ll be okay…” Keith tugged on his brother’s shirt.
“I’m going to work to get you back to the same home as soon as possible, but
right now, you both need a home.” The caseworker shook her head. “I hate
separating you guys, you know that. As bad as this was, every time you two
aren’t together it’s so much worse.”
“When?” Takashi was glaring at her.
“I’m supposed to take you tomorrow, Keith as soon as he gets released from the
hospital.” She sighed. “I’m sorry boys.”
“Just go.” Takashi said as he turned to look down at Keith, who was still
holding onto his shirt.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Once she was gone, Takashi sat on the edge of Keith’s bed and shook his head.
“Promise me you’ll stay out of trouble.”
“You know me.” Keith smiled at him.
“That’s the problem.” He smiled back at his little brother and ruffled his
hair.
Keith hugged him tightly. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’ll see you before you know it.” Takashi hugged him back and Keith whimpered.
“Sorry.”
*-*-*-*-*-*
Keith stared out the window as they drove. His caseworker was talking to him,
and he really wasn’t sure about what, because he hadn’t been listening at all.
He assumed she was just filling the space, but she could have actually been
trying to give him information.
She said his name a few times, and he sighed. “Yeah?”
“I know things have been rough for you, but this might be a really good chance
to settle down. Takashi will be aging out in a year right? If you can stick it
out at this home for a year, he should have a good chance of getting custody of
you.”
He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to picture what his brother looked like.
It had been over a year since he’d actually seen him. They’d talked on the
phone a few times, but it wasn’t the same. How could he look at Takashi after
what happened.
“I know he really likes the-…”
“He liked a lot of our other foster parents too, right up until they beat me.”
The car jerked slightly, and his eyes opened to see the look of complete
anguish on her face. “Keith, I’m sorry.”
“Whatever.”
“I really am sorry, I never intend to send you somewhere that you’re going to
get hurt. I really do care about you, and your brother.”
“Whatever.” Keith looked out the window again.
They sat in silence for a while. Then she opened her mouth again and he had to
suppress an annoyed groan.
“I’m especially sorry about what happened at your last-…”
“Nothing happened!” He snapped at her, clenching his fists hard. The taste of
his foster brothers’ cocks was still in his mouth from when they face fucked
him right after he had brushed his teeth that morning. His underwear was damp
with his foster father’s cum dripping out of his ass from the night before.
Going away presents.
“I know they did something to you, but if you don’t tell me, this is all I can
do.” Her grip tightened on the steering wheel. “If you tell me, I can have
charges pressed, I can make sure they don’t hurt any other kids.”
“I don’t care.” Keith wiped his mouth and readjusted himself on the seat. He’d
been sitting so long, he’d almost become numb to the pain, but thinking about
it made it feel fresh.
“Keith.”
“Drop it.”
She didn’t say anything until the care stopped at the bottom of a driveway.
Keith looked up at the house. It was nice, a little out of disrepair. There was
a minivan in the driveway and a few old chalk drawings. He got out of the car
without prompting, slamming the door shut as he stared at the front door. It
was painted blue. He’d never lived somewhere with a blue front door before.
He heard her come up next to him, his small duffel bag of clothes in her hand.
As she started talking again, he just huffed and started walking towards the
steps. Once he was standing in front of the door, he looked back at her and she
smiled at him sweetly. She really did care about him, but she was so bad at her
job it almost funny. Almost
Once she was on the porch with him, she knocked on the door and gave him a
reassuring smile. He just crossed his arms and looked away from her.
The woman that answered the door was a little on the older side, with a big
friendly smile on her face. Keith nodded at her when she greeted him and moved
for him and caseworker to come into the house.
Once inside, the first thing Keith noticed was the collection of crosses on the
walls. He had to force himself to not grimace at them as Mrs. Smith and his
caseworker talked quietly.
“Keith, I’m going to go.” His caseworker said, holding out a card. “Remember,
if you ever need anything, or you change your mind about what we talked about
in the car, call me, okay?”
“Whatever.” He took the card and shoved it in his pocket. “Bye.”
“Now, I’m going to give you a tour of the house and let you settle into your
room.” Mrs. Smith picked up the bag. “After Mr. Smith gets home from work,
we’ll talk about ground rules and expectations for this household, okay?”
He just nodded and looked at her.
The house was even bigger than Keith thought it was. There were two separate
dining rooms. It was an old house, but a lot of things had been renovated. In
every room, including the three bathrooms she showed him, there was at least
one cross and one bible verse. His skin crawled as he looked at them.
There were four other foster kids in the home, other than him and his brother.
Three other boys, all a year older than him, who shared a room. One little girl
who had her own room. Her adult daughter stayed in the finished basement on
occasion. She made a point to tell him that they had rearranged the rooms so he
and Takashi could share a room.
It had a bunk bed and two separate desks. A large closet and a wardrobe. It was
the biggest room Keith had ever had, even having to share it with his brother.
“Shiro said you can have the closet and your pick of bunks.” Mrs. Smith leaned
in the doorway of the room as Keith turned to look at her. It took a moment to
realize who she meant when she said ‘Shiro.’
“Okay.” He let the bag of clothes drop to the ground as he looked around the
room again.
“Do you need anything?”
Shaking his head, he sat on the bottom bunk.
“Alright, I’ll let you get settled. If you need anything, I’ll be down in the
kitchen.”
“Okay.” It was barely a whisper.
She started walking away but walked back to the doorway. “Your brother should
be home in about an hour. He wanted to stay home today, to see you, but
education comes first.”
Once she disappeared, he laid back on the bed, looking up at the bed above him.
What was he going to tell Takashi?
He was half asleep when he heard the front door open. Mrs. Smith greeted the
group that had just entered the house, and then stopped one of them.
Keith stood up and waited, listening to the muffles sounds of a conversation.
He was shaking as he listened to heavy steps on the stairs, other boys yelling.
Then his brother was standing in the doorway, heaving for breath.
“Keith.” A huge smile spread across the older boy’s face as he leaned on the
door frame. “Long time no see.”
Instinct took over and Keith ran towards his brother, pressing his face into
his chest. Tears were streaming down his face as he sobbed. “Takashi.”
Takashi’s arms were around him almost instantly, holding him tightly. “It’s
okay, it’s okay. We’re back together, and that’s all that matters.”
Keith repeated his brother’s name as he held onto him tightly.
It wasn’t long after Takashi got Keith calmed down before Mrs. Smith was
calling them both down to the living room. Mr. Smith looked just as nice as his
wife, and they were both very polite while explaining their rules, most of
which were fine and easy, but some were so conservative, so close minded that
Keith felt uncomfortable. They expected all of their kids to stay celibate and
had a zero tolerance for ‘the homosexuals’. He felt sick, the acute awareness
of his pain coming back all at once.
Dinner was quiet, after the blessing. They had asked Keith if he wanted to give
the blessing, but luckily, Takashi saved him.
Keith couldn’t sleep. He’d finally gotten a shower and gotten himself clean,
but he still felt so dirty. As he laid in the bunk under his brother, he
couldn’t help but start crying as his mind raced. It didn’t take long for
Takashi to crawl into bed with him, holding him tightly and telling him empty
reassurances. It was enough to help Keith fall asleep without fear of the
morning for the first time in a year.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Keith could hear Lance and Hunk talking about whether or not they should wake
him up. Hunk’s family had invited him and Lance to join them at their beach
house for the long weekend. He hadn’t initially turned them down, but after
some prodding from Shiro, he went along.
“We can’t just leave him here?” Lance whispered to Hunk. “I want to go to the
beach already. We’ve lost like two hours of beach time already.”
“No, we can’t just leave him here, alone.” Hunk huffed.
Lance groaned and then spoke loudly. “Keith. Keith, wake up.”
Keith rolled so he was facing Lance and opened his eyes, surprised to see the
other boy’s face so close to his own. “What?”
“Get up.” Lance’s voice was so whiny as he pressed even close. “I need to feel
the sun, smell the salt!”
Letting out a breath, Keith scooted back on the bed, so he could get up without
smacking his face into Lance’s, even if he really wanted to. “Let me go get
ready.”
Lance moved out of his space and signaled for Hunk to head into the living
room.
Keith stared at where he had dumped his clothes out to get to his PJs the night
before. The swim trunks that Shiro had bought him just for the trip were right
on the top, but he pushed them aside to find jeans and a shirt.
Hunk and Lance both stared at him as he walked out into the living room. He
looked away and crossed his arms against his chest. Keith knew exactly what the
issue was, but he asked anyway. “What?”
“Uh, you know we’re going to the beach, right? It’s like a hundred degrees out
there, man.” Lance eyes went down to his boots and then gloves on his hands.
“You’re going to roast.”
“I’ll be fine. I thought you were in a big hurry to get to the beach.” Keith
rolled his eyes as he felt his hands tighten into fists. They were gawking at
him and he felt so uncomfortable.
“Yeah, but not at the expense of your life!” Lance threw his hands up, his
towel sliding off of his shoulder and falling to the ground.
“Seriously, Keith, even if you’re not going to swim, you’re going to be too hot
in all that.” Hunk look so concerned as he started rummaging through the bag he
had on his shoulder. “We got some super sunscreen if you’re worried about
burning since you’re so pale.”
“I’ll be fine, okay. Just, are we going or not?” Keith turned to glare at them.
“Because this is what I’m wearing, and if you really think I can’t wear it,
then I’m just going to stay here.”
After sharing a look, Hunk and Lance both put their hands forward in defeat. As
they walked out of the small house, none of them said anything. The moment that
Keith set foot outside of the AC, he already regretted everything. It was so
hot. He’d even opted for a white t-shirt instead of his usual black. Being
there all weekend was going to kill him.
When they got down to the beach, walking along the sand to find where Hunk’s
family had already set themselves up, Keith looked out the water and crossed
his arms tightly across his chest. He really wanted to wade out into the ocean
and loose himself in swimming against the small waves. It the was the first
time he’d ever been to the beach, but he’d heard other kids always talk about
their beach vacations as a kid. So far, it wasn’t living up to his
expectations.
The only person sitting at the spot Hunk’s family had picked was his mom, who
looked like she had fallen asleep laying out in the sun with her book. Lance
and Hunk both dumped their stuff and looked out towards the water. Hunk’s dad
was sitting at the water’s edge with his feet just in the water. Hunk’s older
brother was playing in the shallows with his two kids, the younger on his
shoulders as the other tried to splash her.
Keith sat down on one the towels the were already spread out, and put his head
between his knees. There was absolutely no shade on the beach. It already felt
like he was going to die of heat stroke.
“You okay there, man?” Lance stood in front of him, bent awkwardly in half so
he was in Keith’s face.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Go enjoy the water.” Keith didn’t even look up at him. He was
focusing on his breathing instead of the heat.
“Make sure you drink plenty of water dude, you already look dehydrated.” Hunk
rummaged through the cooler next to his mom and tossed a water bottle next to
Keith.
Keith just made a small affirmative noise, not moving.
Hunk and Lance shared a look again before walking towards the water. Once they
were gone, Keith grabbed the cold water next to him and chugged it. It barely
helped.
As he sat there, forcing himself to leave water for the others, Hunk’s family
cycled in and out. They all asked him if he was okay, if he needed anything. He
kept telling them he was fine, and it was such a lie.
Eventually, at the hottest point since they’d been at the beach, Lance walked
back over, downing a bottle. “You really don’t look so good.”
“I’m fine,” Keith gritted out, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat off his
face. He was almost as soaked as Lance was, and he hadn’t even been near the
water.
“Come on, take your shoes off and dip your toes in the water at least.” Lance
sat down next to Keith and sipped at the water. “There’s a better breeze closer
to the water.”
Biting his lip, Keith looked away from Lance.
“Walk with me, Hunk needs some time with just his family anyway.” Lance nudged
his shoulder and recoiled with a grimace. “You’re sticky from sweat, that’s
disgusting.”
With a huff, Keith moved his feet out from under him, his jeans stiff from
sweat, to take off the boots. Lance grinned triumphantly as he stood back up.
As Keith started to get off the towel, the entire beach started to sway around
him. He hadn’t realized how light headed he was from the heat. While he started
to fall forward, he heard Lance screech his name. The last thing he registered
as he fell before he passed out completely, was arms trying to catch him.
He woke up with cold air blowing on his face and water being patted on his
face. Groaning, Keith opened his eyes to see Lance and both of Hunk’s parents
hovering over him. “What…?”
“You passed out from the heat, idiot.” Lance rolled his eyes.
“We’re going to go back to the house, so you can cool down.” Hunk’s mother
said.
Keith closed his eyes tightly, he didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s time.
“No, it’s okay, I can…”
“Nonsense, you need to get out of the heat.”
“I’ll take him back.” Lance said and Keith opened his eyes again. “I’ll make
sure he gets cooled down.”
Keith didn’t really pay attention to the rest of the conversation until Lance
was telling him that he was going to help him up. He was so exhausted that he
couldn’t walk on his own, and if his face wasn’t already flushed from the heat,
he’d be blushing furiously.
Once back inside of the air conditioning, Lance let Keith fall on the couch. He
disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a glass of water. It was room
temperature.
Keith took it with shaking hands. Lance had to pull it away from his face to
make him stop chugging it.
“Woah, woah, slow down.” Lance said, his hand on Keith’s around the glass.
“You’re going drown yourself at that rate.”
Eventually Lance let go of Keith’s hands and Keith forced himself to pace
himself.
“Okay, feeling any better?”
“Yeah…” Keith let Lance take the glass from him. “I-I… I haven’t eaten anything
yet today.”
Lance’s eyes went wide, remembering that fact. He disappeared again, coming
back with a few pieces of fruit and a piece of bread. “Once you eat some of
this, if you can stand, you should get a shower.”
Neither of them said anything as Keith ate slowly. Keith stared at the plate on
his lap and he could feel Lance staring at him. It wasn’t hard to tell what
Lance was thinking, but Keith didn’t want to deal with it. He just wanted to
wash off the sweat and curl up on the bed.
“I-I… I’m going to go change.” Lance said, turning away from Keith. “You going
to be okay?”
“Y-Yeah… I’m going to grab a shower.” Keith started standing up and stopped
when his head started spinning. Lance was in front of him, his hands steadying
him.
“Dude…”
“I’m okay.” Keith took a few deep breaths, and gently pushed Lance’s hands off
him. “I’ll…”
“Just yell if you change your mind about that.” Lance huffed before going into
the bedroom.
Keith stumbled slightly but made it into the bathroom without falling over. He
got out of clothes, which were stiff from the dried sweat and got into the
shower. Almost falling onto his face, he had to take some time to calm himself
down before actually starting the water.
He wasn’t sure how long he was in the lukewarm shower, but he figured it had
been a while when he heard a knock on the door. It initially made him jump, but
hearing Lance’s voice helped to slow his heartrate back down. Keith promised
that he’d be out in a few minutes.
Once he got out of the shower, as he dried off, he realized he hadn’t grabbed a
change of clothes. Swallowing hard, he looked at the pile of dirty clothes and
considered putting them back on, then he picked up the shirt and smelled the
stench rolling off it. Groaning, he wrapped the towel around his waist.
Looking in the mirror was a mistake, as usual. He hated what he saw. He hoped
that Lance wouldn’t see him, or that he was outside, or anything.
Lance wasn’t in the living area, but he was in the bedroom. He was laying on
the bed, staring at his phone. When the door closed, he looked up.
Keith felt himself stop breathing as Lance just stared at him, wide eyes
traveling across his bare chest, from scar to scar.
When Lance looked away again, letting the phone drop, Keith wanted to just
crawl in a hole and die.
“You know, I thought that maybe you just didn’t know how to swim.” Lance looked
back at Keith again with a smile on his face.
Finally breathing again, Keith felt his face go red as he brought his hands up
across his chest.
“I’ll let you get dressed… and then if you’re up to-…”
“I don’t want to talk about it Lance.” Keith snapped, gritting his teeth as he
looked away from his friend.
“Okay.” Lance’s smile fell as he got off the bed. He didn’t look at Keith as he
passed him to leave the room.
Keith sat on the bed once he was dressed, his head hanging down low. He hated
how he had snapped at Lance. The other boy had just been trying to help him, or
something.
Lance didn’t come back in, but Keith eventually heard Hunk’s voice. Hunk’s mom
knocked on the door and asked if he was hungry. He really didn’t want to see
Lance’s face, didn’t want to see the pity, but he was so hungry.
When he went out to eat, Hunk and his family kept asking him if he was okay.
Lance didn’t even look at him.
Later, while Hunk was in the shower and the rest of the family had gone to bed,
Lance and Keith were alone in the bedroom. The silence was killing Keith,
especially since Lance usually filled it.
“I’m sorry, I-…” Keith started, glancing over at Lance.
“It’s okay.” Lance didn’t look at him as he readjusted himself. “You don’t have
to tell me anything, and I get why you don’t like them.”
“It’s…”
“But, I think they’re great.”
Keith stared at Lance, confusion obvious on his face. “What?”
“Whatever they’re from, it means you survived. You shouldn’t be ashamed of
them.”
“I-I…”
Lance turned to smile at him. “It’s okay if you are though.”
They stared at each other for a while before Hunk came him, yawning and
announcing that it was bed time.
The next day, Keith stayed at the hut, along with Hunk’s sister-in-law who said
she just wanted to spend all day cooking. Keith couldn’t stop thinking about
what Lance had said. It was the same thing that Shiro had told him over and
over again, but hearing it from Lance was different.
It was about noon that Keith finally changed into the swim trunks Shiro had
gotten him and grabbed a towel, ready to head out to the beach.
The smile on Lance’s face was ear to ear when he saw Keith. Without saying
anything, he just grabbed Keith’s arm and pulled him into the water. Keith
laughed as Hunk splashed him.
No one said anything about the scars.
*-*-*-*-*-*
His phone buzzed on his night stand. Then it buzzed again. Groaning, he grabbed
it and saw the time before he saw the two notifications, one from Hunk and
another from Lance. Keith wasn’t sure how it had become so early, especially
when he spent all night dreading the day. As he sat up, he opened up the two
messages, both the same, not exactly the same, Lance’s message was in Spanish.
He didn’t reply to either as he forced himself to get out of bed.
His eyes briefly caught the small package crudely wrapped in birthday wrapping
paper, the only kind they had left at the dollar store when he went the night
before, but he just gripped his phone tighter.
Keith didn’t have his hopes up that it would be special, they had a grand total
of two decorations up. One he had snatched from the drugstore and another Mrs.
Holt had given them. They didn’t even have a tree. Shiro had been so busy,
Keith wasn’t even sure he knew how close they were to the holiday. It wouldn’t
be the worst Christmas he ever had if they just didn’t have it, but it would be
the first one he and Shiro had just the two of them. He was stupid to think it
would be anything.
The phone buzzed again, probably a text from Pidge, but he didn’t look at it as
he steeled himself to open up his door and walk into the living room.
His eyes went wide when he opened the door, not quite believing what he was
seeing. Shiro was asleep in an awkward position between the coffee table and
the couch. There was wrapping paper everywhere. Six odd shaped packages were
badly wrapped, Keith’s name written in Shiro’s handwriting on each. A bundle of
socks and underwear were sitting on the coffee table and a pair of video games
with the price tags still on were on the couch behind Shiro, obviously meant to
be wrapped. Hanging below the tv were a mismatch pair of socks, regular socks,
with names written on them and stuffed to bursting. A small tree, the kind with
permanently attached ornaments, was laying on its side next to Shiro’s foot.
The sound of Keith’s phone dropping to the ground startled Shiro awake. Keith
starting to sob through his hands made him shoot up, approaching his brother
cautiously. He stopped short, holding his hands out, but not touching his
brother.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. What’s… what’s wrong?” Shiro’s voice was gentle as he
crouched down a bit so he was on his brother’s level.
Keith shook his head as he moved his hands away from his face to look at his
brother, smiling through his tears. “I thought you…forgot.”
Laughing slightly, Shiro pulled Keith into his arms, resting his face against
the top of the younger’s head. “No, no. I just… I’ve been too busy to make
everything just the way I wanted it, but… Merry Christmas Keith.”
Sobbing again, Keith grabbed his brother’s arms and held onto him tightly. They
stayed like that for a while, until Keith finally stopped crying. He pulled
away, wiping his eyes.
“So, uh, presents huh?”
“Yeah, it’s not a lot, but I-…”
“No, it… it doesn’t have to be… I just…” Keith looked back into his room. “Hang
on…”
Shiro’s eyebrows creased as he watched Keith run back into his room, then he
couldn’t help but smile as he saw him return with the small package.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I-I… I did. This past year… and my whole life… It’s not much, but…” Keith bit
his lip as he looked down at the present in his hands. “Just open it.”
Shiro took it from him and pushed aside his mess on the couch so he could sit
down. Keith bent down to fix the tree before sitting on the arm next to his
brother.
“You didn’t steal this did you like…” Shiro stared down at the package as he
motioned towards the Santa figurine next to the TV.
“No!” Keith crossed his arms. “I actually bought this, with the money I got
from the old ladies down the street for shoveling their driveway.”
A smile spreading across his face again, Shiro started tearing at the paper. It
was mug, with ‘World’s Okayest Brother’ printed in big letters on it. Rolling
his eyes, Shiro moved it to sit it down but he heard something moving around
inside the cup. After looking inside, he pulled out a pair of dog tags.
“Are these…?”
“Dad’s. You thought you lost them while we were at the Cunninghams, but they
just ended up in my stuff, I only found them when I finished unpacking here.”
Keith looked away as Shiro slipped the chain over his neck.
“Thanks Keith, for both of these, I love them.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
They spent the next several minutes with Keith opening his presents, mostly
useful things, but it didn’t matter to Keith, because they were from Shiro.
“So, we have two options for dinner. We could go over to the Holts and have
dinner with them, or I did buy a rotisserie chicken and some instant mashed
potatoes.”
Laughing, Keith looked up from pile of clothes on his lap. “I think we’ll be
better off if we just go eat with the Holts, besides, I know how much you want
to see Matt.”
Shiro’s face went bright red, as he looked away. “Shut up. I just thought it
might be nice to have some time just the two of us.”
“Yeah, it would be nice.”
Shiro was working on making food, or reheating food, and Keith was cleaning up
Shiro’s mess from the night before. He found one last gift under all the paper
that was thrown around. It was small, the neatest of the wrap jobs. It had his
name on it.
He opened it and looked down at it in confusion. When he walked into the
kitchen, he held it up to Shiro. “What’s this?”
“Oh.” Shiro turned away from the box he was reading the directions off of. “Uh,
it’s… I… Dad told me to give it to you when you were older, and you’re… You’re
old enough now.”
“D-Dad?” Keith looked down at the switchblade in his hand with the odd symbol
on it. “Why would he want me to have a knife?”
“It was… it doesn’t matter. I just know he wanted you to have it.” Shiro looked
back down at the box. “Just promise me you’re not going to stab someone at
school with it.”
Nodding, Keith flicked his wrist to expose the iridescent purple blade. “Okay.”
Chapter End Notes
     Funfact: Lance and Hunk both love, love the beach: Lance adores
     surfing particularly but he isn't particularly good at it; Hunk likes
     the water, but he really enjoys making elaborate sand castles.
     Keith's favorite way to vacation is camping but he's not super picky
     as to where, but prefers somewhere near the water. Pidge hates the
     outdoors, for various reasons, she likes seeing (indoor) historical
     sites and museums; she loves plants though, so greenhouses are fine.
     Matt likes to go hiking, but usually falls into ditches or pissing
     off wildlife, so he doesn't make a habit of actually going hiking.
     Shiro has never had a break in his life.
     Bonus Funfact: I fucking HATE the beach. There isn't a single thing
     about the beach that appeals to me. I'm allergic to sunscreen, sand
     is everywhere, there's way too many people, it smells weird: fuck the
     ocean. Anyone that tries to defend the beach can eat my entire ass.
     Bonus Bonus Funfact: I'm running out of funfacts for this story.
***** Escape Attempt *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey friends! More pain here! I bet you missed that. And yep, this is
     the chapter about the first time Keith (attempts) escaping his
     hellish situation. You've already heard about what they did after, so
     this will be mostly focused on how he actually did it.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Everything hurt, which wasn’t new, it was just more than usual. His head
pounding wasn’t normal, and when he opened his eyes, everything was a little
blurry. There was a high pitched ringing in his ears.
Groaning, he tried to sit up, but the movement made him nauseous. The last
thing he remembered was mouthing off to a client and getting his hair grabbed
before his head was slammed against the wall.
Still laying down, he reached up and found a large lump on his head, his hair
matted with what he assumed was blood.
“So, you’re finally awake.” Haggar’s voice cut through the ringing and he
blinked at her, only seeing a fuzzy outline of a person.
Keith closed his eyes again, wanting to say something smart but didn’t trust
his ability to form a coherent sentence.
“There were a couple of clients that enjoyed playing with you after you passed
out, they said it was playing with a doll.”
It shouldn’t have been surprising that they kept whoring him out even after he
was beaten into unconsciousness, but he still felt tears stinging at his eyes
as he clenched his hands tightly against himself.
“You’ve been here a month, Spitfire, I’ve heard that Lord Zarkon and Prince
Lotor are planning something special for you.” Her fingers prodded at his head
wound and he instinctively flinched as he bit back the pained whimper. Then
there was something cold being poured onto his head, something the burned in
the wound. “How are you feeling?”
“Why do you care?” Keith was proud of how steady his voice was, especially
since he felt his body shaking slightly.
“You’re no good to my lord if you can’t serve, if you get too hurt.” Her nails
raked through his matted hair roughly, making his gasp as she tugged. “An
injury like this could’ve caused permanent damage.”
“No use for damaged goods?” He opened his eyes again, his vision slightly
better, but still terrible.
“Here? What do they care if a whore can see or think?” She hummed and he could
see the blurry edges of a smile on her face. “But you, a killer needs a working
brain.”
“I’m not…” He was cut off when she put a finger over his lips.
“Tell me, how is your vision?”
“Bl-Blurry.” He glared at her.
She hummed again, moving her hand over his eyes. “And your hearing?”
“Ringing…”
“Rest for now. I must discuss with the prince.”
He heard a door open and close again. There was no way he could get up, so he
just closed his eyes again. It was so cold in the room and he became
increasingly aware of everything that his body was crusted with as he laid
there. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he curled into a ball.
It was probably a couple of hours later before he heard the door open again. He
heard two men talking quietly, not being able to make out much for they both
stopped. His eyes cracked open when he heard them moving closer. Guards.
One grabbed his legs, pulling him to get him flat on his stomach, he didn’t
even try to fight as the other grabbed his face and pulled him to the edge of
the table.
The guards had switched when the door opened again and Haggar shrieked. Both
men immediately moved away from him. Keith just coughed a few times before
letting his head rest down on the table. The jostling motions had made his head
hurt worse, made his vision go really fuzzy again. His ears were ringing too
much for him to really make out what Haggar or the guards were saying, but he
managed to hear a door open. It was a different door this time and Keith felt a
gust of warm air swirl around him before he passed out.
It was probably a few days that Keith was in and out of consciousness. Overall,
he could feel himself getting better, but occasionally he had set backs. People
passed through the room, in one door, out another. If his head hadn’t hurt so
much, he might have wondered why there were two doors.
Finally, he was able to stand, on shaking legs and as long he was able to hold
onto something. Finally, he got to shower off. The room had its own row of
showers, and Keith was so glad to get the cum and blood off. Any longer, and he
thought it may have become part of his skin permanently.
Haggar was testing him, seeing if he was ready to get back to work yet. She had
told him a few days prior that the client that had hurt him like that had been
taken care of.
His eyes followed a guard that came in from the club as Haggar said something
about going back the next day, and more about the surprise Zarkon and Lotor had
in store for him. As the second door opened, Keith caught sight of something he
hadn’t seen in a long time. The outside.
He snapped his attention back to Haggar quickly once the door was closed,
seeing that she still had her back towards him. His heart was racing as he
watched her, waiting for her to leave, hoping that he could manage to stand.
It felt like forever before she left. Once the door was closed, he got off the
table, his legs still a little unsteady. But it was his only chance.
“Fuck, this is so stupid.” He said as he looked around the room for something,
anything. There was no way he could get away, not the way he felt. Maybe they’d
decide he wasn’t worth the time and just put him out of his misery.
In the end he didn’t grab anything. His heart rate was ridicously high as he
put his hand on the door handle. He wasn’t sure why, but he was surprised that
it was locked. Groaning, he looked around the room again, his eyes locking on a
set of items perfect for picking a lock.
The noise of the lock clicking open was deafening in the quiet room, and then
he all but felt his heart stop as he slowly cracked the door open. It was still
daylight, or it already daylight. He had such a skewed sense of time, he didn’t
even know what day it was. There was one bored looking guard smoking a
cigarette on the opposite side of the door of the road.
“Now or never.” Keith took a deep breath before opening the door and taking the
first step. He’d never run so fast in his life, his lungs burning, his heart on
the verge of giving out, his head pounding, his legs shaking. But he just ran,
his eyes focused on the road, not caring which way lead home, either lead away
from the Lion’s Den.
The gravel under his feet was hot and sharp, and he felt himself get more than
one cut. There was shouting behind him, a gunshot, and more shouting. He just
kept running. Maybe the next gunshot wouldn’t miss.
A car was moving in front, screeching to a stop. Keith found a little more
speed and put his palm on the hood of the car and slid across. The metal was
hot against his bare skin, and the friction made it even worse, but he just
planted his feet on the ground and kept running.
His feet had just touched the paved surface of the road. He’d made it that far.
But he jolted back as a firm hand wrapped around his arm. He was pulled back
against someone and Keith closed his eyes tightly. His little dream was freedom
was over. It had lasted longer than he expected.
“I bet you’re real proud of yourself, Spitfire.” Lotor’s voice was a low growl
in his ear and it sent a shiver down Keith’s spine. He was spun around and
another hand was holding his chin. “Look at me.”
Keith opened his eyes, focusing more on the Lion’s Den behind Lotor than the
man himself. His vision was going blurry again and he felt like he was about to
throw up. As his body started yelling about the stress of the sprint, he
realized that he couldn’t have made it.
“You know all you had to do was ask if you wanted to leave.” Lotor moved
Keith’s focus to him and Keith couldn’t breathe. “But now you’re in trouble, so
much trouble.”
Then he was being handed to a group of guards. He was too weak to fight back as
he was dragged back into the Lion’s Den. His entire body was shaking once he
was roughly pushed into the isolation chamber. He fell to his knees and finally
threw up once the door was shut behind.
As he laid back against the wall, he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain
or the stench of his vomit. It was worth it. His little adventure. Whatever
else they had in store for him, it was worth it.
Chapter End Notes
     Before the end of the weekend, I hope to post a fluffly and/or smutty
     Klance thing for Valetine's Day (I know late, but a girl's gotta
     work).
     Also in celebration of that fandom celebration thing AO3 told me
     about the other day (also late, yeah, yeah) I'm going to tell you the
     next flashback funfact will be about our babies' favorite TV shows,
     movies, books, and video games.
***** Cup of Tea *****
Chapter Notes
     Apparently I lied about the oneshot, but double update because I
     fucked up my sleep schedule!~ (work second shift, why am I going to
     bed at 7pm and waking up at 4am? Why!?)
     And yes, this chapter is -actually- about tea, so...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been weeks since Keith had gotten out of isolation, and now was the
first time in that time he’d seen Lotor in more than passing. Apparently, that
surprise he and Zarkon had planned for him had been postponed due to his escape
attempt. Frankly, Keith didn’t care.
He was sitting in Lotor’s office, for the moment alone. His eyes were glaring
unfocusedly at the desk, his shoulders shaking slightly as he slumped in the
chair. Then he heard Lotor come back, his flouncy walk distinct, but he didn’t
move. There was another sound, like a spoon in a mug.
Lotor set the mug on the desk just in Keith’s sight line. His gaze moved to it,
watching the steam rise from it. He swallowed hard, as he stared at it.
“Go ahead, it’s for you.” Lotor motioned to it as he sat in his chair across
the desk.
Keith’s hands were shaking as he reached for it, taking it tightly in both
hands, ignoring the handle like he usually did. As he pulled it closer to him,
the weight and heat of the ceramic a comforting force in his hands, he looked
up at Lotor.
A sincere, fond grin spread on Lotor’s face as he stared at him. “It’s not
drugged, or poisoned.”
Swallowing hard again, Keith looked down at the mug. He brought it closer to
his face slowly. It honestly didn’t matter if it was, he was just confused by
what was happening. Once it was close enough, he breathed in the steam,
wondering what it was. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or just boiled water? There
was definitely a smell, but it was light. Closing his eyes, he bought the mug
to his lips, tilting it.
Green tea, a lot of honey, a little sugar, just the right temperature to drink.
He fought back tea as he swallowed the first sip hard. It tasted like home, the
home he had stupidly thought he could see again only a few weeks ago. A memory
of Shiro bringing him a mug of tea after he bombed an import test after he and
Lance had spent two nights studying like crazy people flared up and choked out
a sob.
“Good?”
Keith didn’t pay him any attention as he slowly drank the tea, his entire body
shaking as closed his eyes tightly, holding the flood of tears back. He could
feel Lotor’s eyes on him, but he didn’t care.
It seemed like hours before Keith was finally done with the tea. He tried to
savor it, but he knew it would have to end eventually. His eyes went to Lotor
once he set the mug back down on the desk, his hands still firmly grasping it.
“So, we haven’t talked about your little escape attempt yet.” Lotor rested his
head on his hands, tilting his head as he stared at Keith.
“Yeah? I’m still here and you’ve already punished me. What exactly is there to
talk about?”
“Oh, Spitfire.” Lotor shook his head. “I understand that you’re still just a
child-…”
“I’m not a child.” Keith’s voice was biting, glaring at Lotor. “I can’t
remember the last time I felt like a child.”
It was a lie, he had plenty of memories since he met Lance, Hunk, and Pidge
where he felt like a normal kid, but thinking of them hurt too much. Like
everything else, even his happiest memories brought him pain.
“I figured that you’d be smart enough to know how to get out of this.” Lotor
rolled his eyes, continuing to talk like he hadn’t been interrupted. “It can
all end, just do what my father asks.”
Keith opened his mouth to talk again, but Lotor stopped him.
“Before you say ‘no’ again, just give him a chance to ask.” Lotor sat back in
his chair, looking at his wrist, despite there not being a watch on it. “He
should be here soon, with your third month anniversary present.”
His breath hitched, his hands shaking around the empty mug he was still holding
onto. His eyes fell back to it.
Lotor got up from his chair and moved to be next to him. Keith flinched as
Lotor moved to kneel next to him, one hand on his arm the other on the back of
the chair. His eyes closed as the man spoke, his voice soft.
“Keith, if you say yes, if you take the weapon and take that life, you will get
out of here.”
“No.” Keith wanted the word to be definite, but it came out too quiet.
“You don’t understand. It’s not just that all this pain will stop, that you
won’t have to take more punishment. There’s so much more to being one of us.”
Keith turned and looked at him, swallowing hard. He didn’t say anything, but
the curiosity must’ve been clear on his face.
“You’ll also get rewarded.” Lotor’s hand slipped down to wrap around Keith’s on
the mug. “Tea, whenever you like. Private quarters with a soft bed. The choice
to fuck, or not fuck, whoever and whenever you want. Earn enough of my father’s
trust and you could even go to the movies or a restaurant, even see your
brother again.”
His eyes went back to the mug as he imagined Shiro’s smiling face. Would Shiro
still smile at him if he knew his brother was a murderer? He’d already killed
one person, but that was different. Could Shiro forgive him if he killed
someone in cold blood? Did Keith want him to?
“I’m surprised you have to think about that.” Lotor moved away from. “Endless
pain, or a nice cup of tea? The answer seems obvious to me.”
Keith clamped his eyes shut. Of course, the answer was easy for Lotor.
“But then again, maybe you really do like the pain.”
Silence fell between them, and Keith still had his eyes closed. He could hear
Lotor writing on the paperwork scattered on the desk or tapping on his phone.
The noise was enough to keep his mind from racing on what ifs and memories.
Keith’s eyes shot open when he heard Zarkon’s voice coming from down the hall.
He tensed up and looked at Lotor. The man was fully focused on the folder in
his hands, but Keith could see the grin spreading across his face.
“I would suggest standing for him when he comes in. If know I fully intend to.”
He wasn’t entirely sure whether or not he was breathing as he stood up on
shaking legs. His eyes looked on the door, his hand on the back of the chair to
try to steady himself.
Zarkon came through the door first. Lotor moved around the desk and swept down
into a bow infront of the man. “Father.”
Ignoring his son, Zarkon walked over to Keith. Keith’s heart was pounding as
Zarkon grabbed his neck, roughly forcing him to look up at him. “Hello
Spitfire.”
Keith whimpered in response as his eyelids fluttered. The grip on his neck was
just so it hurt but didn’t cut off his hitching breath.
Zarkon pressed in closer, his body domineering over Keith’s. He moved his hand
up to Keith’s face, his thumb rubbing his cheek bone gently.
“Lotor.” Zarkon’s voice was loud, forceful. “If Spitfire refuses again,
schedule him to entertain me at my home next week.”
Keith flinched, his eyes moving up to Zarkon’s face. The man was staring at him
hungrily.
“Of course father.”
Then Zarkon was moving out of Keith’s space, and Keith could see the other
people that had come along. Two men in masks and another, gagged and bound.
Marmora wasn’t with them this time.
“Now, then. It’s been three months, have you learned your lesson?” Zarkon asked
as he walked to the mask man not holding the bound man.
“I was supposed to be learning a lesson?” Keith’s voice was defiant, and he
glared at the Zarkon. If he looked at the man that was going to die whether he
did it or not was too much at that moment.
Zarkon huffed as he took a large sword from the man, looking back at Keith. “Of
course. To take orders.”
“I don’t think so.” Keith crossed his arm across his body. “Not to kill, at
least.”
Holding out the blade, Zarkon stared at Keith sternly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” It was more of a hiss as the word came out of his mouth.
Humming with disapproval, Zarkon smacked him across the face with the pommel.
Keith heard something crack and was sure as pain surged through him that his
check bone had just broken. He fell onto the chair, toppling it over and all
the edges digging into him hard in the impact. Tears didn’t even come to his
eyes as he followed the movement of the blade.
Zarkon handed it to Lotor and nodded to the gagged man who had been moved to
his knees. The blade was swung and parted the man’s head from his body. The
blood spatter reaching Keith, the head bouncing and landing so the eyes were
fixed on him.
“I’ll see you next week, Spitfire.” Zarkon said as he walked out and shiver ran
down his spine as his eyes focused on the disembodied head.
Once Zarkon and the masked men were gone, was pulled up by his hair. His
clothes were being ripped off of him, but he just let his eyes close tightly.
Wrists and ankles bound together, a too large toy shoved inside of him, his
cock restrained, a ring gag in his mouth. Then Lotor left the room.
Keith looked up at him when he returned, two mugs in his hands this time. One
he was sipping from as he walked over to his desk. “I prefer coffee, but tea
can be quite refreshing.”
Sobbing, Keith looked away when Lotor set the mug he had been drinking from on
the desk. The second mug had an immense amount of steam coming from it, hotter
than the other.
“Now, until you give in, don’t get used to having tea, but one more cup seems
fair.” Lotor hummed as he stood over Keith, his legs on either side of Keith’s
raised hips. Keith felt his breath hitch as he watched Lotor tip the mug over
him. As the tea hit his chest he let out a strangled scream through the gag.
The burn was intense as the liquid poured over him, dripping down and leaving
sticky trails.
He was sobbing, his skin already blistering, as Lotor set the now empty mug
aside and took a few more sips from his own. Once he finished with an
exaggerated noise of satisfaction, he unzipped his pants and moved back to
Keith.
Lotor adjusted Keith slightly and then slammed his cock through the ring and
into Keith’s throat. He groaned and Keith made a choking noise.
“Now, this is just the start of our fun for the day Spitfire.” Lotor but his
hand over the worst of the burn as he thrusted in and out of Keith’s throat.
“Fuck.”
Chapter End Notes
     Because I haven't made myself enough work with this story, I kind of
     want to make a story that is just "what if's". "What if Keith's mom
     hadn't left, or had taken him with her" or "what if Lance hadn't
     given himself up for his mom and she was at the Den" or "what if
     Lance and Keith had gotten that date". I know it's a lot of work, but
     I really want to do. If you guys want it, you got to help me out. Let
     me know what you want to know "what if" and what you think would've
     happened. Comment here, or find me on The_Tumblr.
***** Murder Mystery *****
Chapter Notes
     I did some outlining and... look at that number. Look at it. That's a
     lot of chapters. Only 18 of those overlap with Lion's Den. Fucking...
     how... why? Fuck me.
     Small reminder: Lance's sisters, youngest to oldest, are named
     Allison, Melanie, and Sarah. It's relevant to this chapter, but
     they're not in it.
     So the new season huh? I'm so proud of Lance, it's perfect and I love
     him. Every interaction between Lotor and Allura made me very
     UNCOMFORTABLE. The entire Holt fam is a meme. #notmyshiro
     #protecttheclone. Keith's mom is such a MILF; I want her to raw me.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Keith sat, his eyes straining in the semi-dark of the barracks, staring at the
bed next to his. The new girl had finally fallen asleep, tears still streaming
down her face. She was only a year older than him, but was sheltered, innocent,
or was until twenty-four hours before, right before her virginity was auctioned
off to an ugly, older man that definitely had at least one STD. He felt stupid
for getting attached to her so quickly, but he would protect her as much as he
could. Even if it meant getting himself in trouble.
Someone else got out of their bed and his eyes followed her, hoping she was
going for drugs. She wasn’t, she moved towards the light of the bathroom.
He closed his eyes when she disappeared into the other room, listening to the
high-pitched scream. A few others jumped out of their beds, looking around.
Most just grumbled and turned over. Hearing someone scream wasn’t uncommon, and
at that time, it was just annoying.
“Dead! Woody!... H-He’s… He’s dead!” She yelled as she stood in the doorway.
That got more people out of bed. There was talking, and everyone sounded wary.
It was so loud in the room it didn’t take long before the lights flicked on and
a few guards entered the room.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” One of the guards barked out, causing a
few people to break down into sobs. A few repeated that Woody was dead, in the
bathroom in a pool of his own blood.
The guards pushed through the crowd of distraught whore, and then paused when
they reached the bathroom. Keith heard one of them say that they needed to call
the Prince.
While they waited for Lotor, the guards stayed posted outside the bathroom, and
the whores were huddled into groups. The new girl was cuddled up against Keith
on his bed, still crying. Neither of them said anything as he ran his fingers
through her hair.
The room went completely silent when Lotor came in, an annoyed look on his
face. Haggar was close on his heels, looking around at everyone in the room. He
said nothing as he made his way to examine the scene. Keith’s eyes followed
him, his breathing stopping as he waited for him to say anything.
Lotor came back out with something close to a smirk. “He’s certainly dead.”
All the guards and whores trained their eyes to him, waiting for him to say
something else. The guards were all to genuinely shocked to have done it, and
all of the whores liked Woody. Everyone wanted answers.
“I have a fair grasp of what happened, who did this and why, but I think I’d
like to have some fun with this.” Lotor’s eyes swept across the room, avoiding
one specific spot, the one Keith was in. The whole room took a deep breath at
the same time. “A game for everyone. Now, the prize is different if a whore
wins versus a guard winning, but the game is still the same. Whoever can tell
me exactly what happened to Woody will get something from me. Guards get their
pick of whore, to take home, forever. Whores, get to leave and never be
bothered by the Galra ever again.”
Movement and sound moved around the room like a wave. Keith felt sick as the
girl gripped him tighter.
“Of course, if anyone is wrong, there will be a punishment.” He flipped his
hair and moved across the door. “The body will stay in there for the next
twenty-four hours, so you all can examine it. Then you all have a week to play
the game. You need to tell me who, when, how, and why.”
Once he was gone almost everyone fought to get into the bathroom. The noise was
immense as there was fighting. Whatever punishment there was for being wrong,
the reward far outweighed it.
“Spitfire.” The girl said his name quietly. He couldn’t remember her new
nickname. She had made the mistake of telling everyone her real name, and Keith
only remembered that.
“Yeah?” He looked down at her, resting a hand on the small of her back.
“H-He… he never said what he’s going to do to y-… to the person that killed
Woody.” She had finally stopped crying.
Keith sighed and rested his head back against the wall. “No, he didn’t.”
Twenty-four hours was a long time for a corpse to sit in a hot, wet room. It
only took a few hours before the stench was too much for any could stand going
into the bathroom, and then it started wafting into the barracks. It wasn’t
long before everyone was sitting in the hall, still gagging. Some of the guards
and others that had been really adamant at finding clues had the smell stuck to
them.
The new girl was staying close to Keith, even as they did their chores. He
didn’t mind, he put himself between her and the guards as they eyed her up. His
heart pounded as he waited for them to either move their intentions to him or
to lose interest all together. So far, it was going okay. Most of the guards
were focused on picking out the killer, even if it was one of their own.
It was just the two of them, and she was babbling. She had been talking for so
long, that he wasn’t even sure what she was talking about, but he just let her
talk. It seemed to be the only thing from keeping her from a panic attack.
Curtain call was soon.
Then there was a pause and he looked over at her. She was staring at him, like
she was a hard math question.
“What?”
“You… you don’t seem concerned about…”
“He deserved it.” Keith looked away, hating how cold he sounded. “He wasn’t who
everyone thought he was, who I thought he was.”
“Didn’t… you said that he tried to help you… he-…”
“After what he did to you, you’re really trying to get me to feel bad about
it?” Keith closed his eyes tightly.
“I just hoped you felt something about it.” She had moved closer, her hand on
his shoulder.
Letting a breath out through his nose, he looked at her again. “I don’t.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.” Keith couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny, how right the Galra
were about him. “What do you feel about it?”
“I’m scared… scared of what they’ll do to me, to you.”
“They won’t hurt you, not for this, I won’t let them.” He pulled her into a
tight hug. “Stop worrying about it.”
When they entered the dressing room, Haggar was waiting by the door. She
grabbed the new girl’s arm tightly and stared at her. “Prince Lotor requires
you in his office.”
Keith glared at Haggar, his hand grabbing the girl’s.
“Spitfire, it’s okay. I’ll see you later, okay?” She smiled at him, but it
didn’t make him feel better.
“You better get ready Spitfire, you’re the opening act.” Haggar said as she
pulled the girl from the room roughly.
He had to turn away, otherwise he’d follow after them.
Two days later and she still hadn’t come back. The barracks were barely
bearable to be in, the smell from Woody’s corpse still hung in the air. Some
had given up on winning Lotor’s games, others had started fighting among
themselves for clues and answers. A guard and a whore had both went to Lotor,
and both had been wrong. They were given to Haggar as guinea pigs, and probably
wouldn’t be seen again.
Keith slammed Lotor’s office door open. He had one of the other whore bent over
his desk, lazily rocking into her as he talked on the phone. Lotor put his
finger up, to keep Keith from talking until he set he said goodbye and set the
phone on the desk.
“What is it? Ready to finally say Uncle?” Lotor grinned at him as he continued
fucking the woman.
“Where is she?” Keith could feel his nails digging into the palms of his hands.
He’d probably start bleeding soon.
“Who?” His grin only grew, grabbing onto the woman’s hair and pulling her up
against his chest.
“The new girl.”
“Sorry… I don’t…”
“Allison!” It was the first time he’d said the name out loud since she had
introduced herself. He fought hard to push the memories back, it wasn’t the
time to remember.
“Oh, yes…” He pulled out of the woman and pushed her to the ground. “Get out of
here, this is a private conversation between Spitfire and I.”
The woman ran, and Lotor walked past Keith to shut and lock the door.
“Where is she?” His voice was dripping with venom as he asked himself.
“Home, safe and sound with her parents.” Lotor wrapped his arms around Keith’s
shoulders and rested his cheek against his head. “They’re probably trying to
get her to tell them, the police, what happened. She’s probably thinking about
what I told her I’d do if she talked.”
“Where is she really?” Keith closed his eyes tightly as Lotor ran his fingers
over his collarbone.
“I’m not lying to you. I sent her home.” Lotor hummed, pressing his naked body
even closer. “But, if she talks, the videos of her, I’ll send those to her
parents, friends. And I’ll send her a video of you every day.”
Keith wanted to say something, but just let out a moan when Lotor started
nibbling on his ear.
“So, you’ll kill to protect a stranger, but not yourself?” Lotor chuckled,
moving one of his hands under Keith’s shirt. “I don’t understand you.”
“Good.”
“How long until they figure it out? That Woody raped her, that you killed him?”
Lotor slipped Keith’s shorts down and sandwiched his slick, hard cock between
Keith’s cheeks. “What do you think they’ll do?”
“I don’t care.” Keith sounded out of breath, already wrecked from Lotor’s
touches.
“You know, he tried to be a client, but he didn’t know anyone and he certainly
didn’t have the money to afford anything we offer here. He said he liked his
girls young.” Lotor chuckled, rocking into Keith, but not penetrating him yet.
“He wanted to fuck so badly, so we let him. Just not who he wanted.”
Keith whined as Lotor prodded at his mouth with his fingers.
“He was on his way out soon anyway. You saved me the trouble of having to get
rid of him, no one would want to buy him.” Lotor managed to pry his mouth open
and groaned as he pressed his fingers inside. “But Allison, she was a big loss.
I didn’t have the heart to make her stay. It’s one for me, my guards, or our
clients to violate one of you, but for one of your own to hurt you like that…
makes me sick.”
Tears spilled out of his eyes as Lotor pressed his fingers all the way back
into his throat.
“I hope they figure it out soon, so I can make a public example out of you. So
they all know what you really are.” Lotor laughed as he finally put his dick in
Keith’s ass.
A week passed and no one did ever figure it out. Lotor didn’t announce who,
what, how, or why, just that the contest was over. Keith spent the twenty-four
hours after that tied up with the bladed vibrator inside him.
Chapter End Notes
     Thing for you to enjoy: work in progress Spotify_Playlist with songs
     that make me thing of this series and a few that will even actually
     be in the story. Feel free to send me suggestions?
     Thing I need help with: Sign names. If any one is part of the deaf
     community or well verse in ASL, hit me up. Getting how sign names
     work right and picking good ones for everyone is important to me. In
     the event that no one can help me, I have done some research and have
     some ideas, but I'd rather get some input.
***** Toy for a Day *****
Chapter Notes
     Zarkon and his monster dick are back this chapter, if you're into
     that. Actually Zarkon and his monster dick are the entire plot of
     this chapter.
Haggar was speaking, her tone low and dangerous, but Keith just looked down at
his feet. His hands were bound tightly behind his back and one of the guards
had a blindfold in his hand, just waiting for Haggar to finish.
“Lord Zarkon is already annoyed with you, for your sake, you should really be
on your best behavior.” Then she finally walked away.
“You’re going to be a good boy on the ride, right Spitfire?” The guard
whispered low in his ear as he tied the blindfold onto him. “I’d hate to have
to rough you up before we hand you over to the boss.”
He didn’t say anything, just started moving when a hand pulled on him. Once
they were outside, they paused. Another voice was speaking, but Keith just
heard a gun cock.
“Don’t try running away again, the boys have orders to shoot, but not kill you
if you slip away.”
“Maybe someone would miss, and then they’d get to explain to Lotor and Zarkon
why they killed their favorite toy.” Keith spat the words out, tilting his head
up towards the voice that had spoke to him. He received a slap. It wasn’t a
hard slap, he barely flinched, barely felt anything. It took everything to keep
from saying another scathing remark about the weakness of the blow.
“We should’ve gagged him too.”
The drive was quiet and so long. Keith let his head fall back against the seat
as the two men was sandwiched between touched him, caressing his most sensitive
parts. From the noises in the back of the car, he assumed they were both
jerking themselves off. His own body ached from the gentle, sensual gestures
and he couldn’t stop the small whimpers. He was painfully hard and silently
begging for release when the car finally stopped and he was pulled out.
Stair, so many stairs, and then he was being handed off. The people who cut him
out of the minimal clothing he was wearing didn’t say anything to him, but
their hands were much softer than the guards’. They left his hands bound and
the blindfold on. A ring gag was put in his mouth and his ankles with bound
together and then linked together. His ass was stuffed with a plug that was too
big to be comfortable, but wasn’t oddly shaped or textured. The collar they put
around his neck was linked to something. When he tried to adjust himself to get
even a little more comfortable, he hit his head on something above him. And
then he was left alone like that for a long time. He struggled against his
restraints, but just kept banging into the sides of his small confines.
Then he heard Zarkon’s voice, from what he could tell the man was on the phone.
Keith held his breath as he waited. The man didn’t say anything to him, but
Keith heard the creaking of chair and the drop of a zipper and the sound of
wheels on the floor. He could suddenly feel warm, clothed legs on either side
of himself. Then a rough hand was guiding his opened mouth onto the giant cock.
Tears came to his eyes as he was forced to take all of it at once.
As it rested in his mouth, he could tell it wasn’t even hard, it was going to
get worse. At least Zarkon was wearing a barbell with normal sized ends.
Zarkon slowly rocked into his throat, still talking on the phone, occasionally
jotting down notes. Keith chocked and sobbed around the dick in his mouth as he
realized he was bound under Zarkon’s desk. A people came in, spoke to Zarkon
quickly, and then left.
When Zarkon finally came down Keith’s throat, he didn’t pull his softening dick
out of his mouth. Keith struggled to choke down the disgusting liquid, still
listening to Zarkon talk and talk.
By the time Zarkon finally hung up the phone, he was hard again and must’ve hit
some kind of button to make the plug in Keith’s ass vibrate. Keith was crying
as his hair was gripped tightly and Zarkon slammed into his throat with
purpose.
Zarkon still hadn’t said anything to him when he finally pulled out of Keith’s
mouth, but he was calling someone again.
“Take it to my room, tie it down for me.”
Keith heard footsteps move away from him and he whined through the gag, cum
dripping down his chin. Zarkon had called him an ‘it’, but maybe he was right.
Still blindfolded, hands were touching him. Unhooking some of his bindings so
they could force him to his feet and lead him through the house. His legs were
shaky, the plug in his ass was still vibrating and the pain in his groin was
almost too much. That apparently didn’t matter to the people dragging him
along.
He was shoved onto a bed, face first. The shackles still around his ankles were
hooked up first, then the chains were pulling at them, spreading his legs wide
until he cried out in pain. They hooked his hands from each other, fastening
them so they were above his head. Once the ring gag was removed from his mouth,
he moved his jaw around, the muscles were so sore.
The bed sunk next to him, and the dip made him sure it was Zarkon and his
breathing hitched. But nothing touched him, no hand, no toy or weapon. Just the
sound of the man’s deep breathing and the occasional soft moan, like he was
rubbing himself without any real purpose.
Keith couldn’t stand the ache of his own cock much longer, so his body
reflectively started rutting into the mattress. He barely had any friction on
the silk sheets, so it just made him start sobbing. “P-Please… please…”
Then he was being lifted off the mattress, the tight chains keeping him nice
and spread for Zarkon pulling him up and causing even more pain. And then there
was no friction at all. He sobbed more.
“Please, just touch me, hurt me, fuck me, just something, please…” Keith had no
idea where the words were coming from. But the waiting was almost as painful as
his hard on. “Please, just do something to me… I-I… I need… I need something.”
Zarkon said nothing, did nothing for what seemed like forever. But then Keith
was falling back onto the bed. The plug was pulled from him roughly, and
Zarkon’s entire body weight was on top of him. As the large dick was shoved
into his plenty stretched hole, Keith was cumming so hard he was seeing stars
behind the blind fold. Before Zarkon moved again, he was forcing Keith’s mouth
open. The still vibrating plug was forced in his mouth, the taste of himself
thick on it, then a piece of tape was put it over his mouth to keep it there.
“Shut the fuck up.” Zarkon growled in his ear before starting to pound into his
ass.
Keith was dizzy.
When Zarkon finally came, he bit into the back of Keith’s neck. Keith choked on
the plug as he tried screaming. Zarkon broke skin, biting deep enough that it
would probably scar. The blindfold was wet with his tears.
Zarkon pulled out, his teeth releasing from Keith’s skin.
The blindfold was taken off and Keith stared at Zarkon with wide eyes. Blood
was dripping down his chin like an animal. “You belong to me, don’t ever forget
it.”
Keith tried looking away, but Zarkon gripped the hair at the base of his neck
tightly. He whimpered around the plug, tears still falling from his eyes.
“If you continue to refuse to kill for me, I can just punish you, but killing
on your own? How fucking dare you? You’re just an insolent brat.” Zarkon’s
breath was so hot on his face. “You won’t make a mockery of me like that,
understand? How much longer are you going to play this little game?”
Zarkon’s other hand slapped him hard, his teeth clacking painfully around the
hard plastic in his mouth. Then the tape was taken off his mouth, the plug
pulled out before Keith had a chance to spit it in Zarkon’s face.
“Answer me, Keith.”
“Until I die.” He glared at the man through his tears.
“You’re a fool.” He released Keith and walked away, motioning for two people
standing by the door to do something to him. “But, I will enjoy fucking you
over and over again, if you really would rather keep living like this.”
***** Tournament *****
Chapter Notes
     No sex! =D
It had been weeks, since he had killed Woody, since Zarkon fucked him. His
routine had become monotonous, and that should’ve been worrying. It had been
chores and clients, occasionally a guard would corner him in the hall, but it
was just so much of the same. The clients he was servicing were either more of
the vanilla crowd, or he was so used to extreme torture that rough sex seemed
preferable.
Most people had stopped talking about what happened with Woody, to Allison. A
few of his closer friends still whispered occasionally, gave Keith reassuring
smiles like they thought he was upset by his death. That alone was almost
funny.
He hadn’t seen Lotor or Haggar since he had gotten back from Zarkon’s, when he
was surveyed for damage. The bite mark from Zarkon had healed terribly, Keith
was pretty sure the scar would never fade, which is probably exactly what
Zarkon had intended.
But the terrible sameness broke when he woke up and checked the chore board.
His name wasn’t there. Keith looked below that, at the rest day list. At some
point while they were sleeping, his name had been put there for two days in a
row. He wanted to be relieved, excited even, he hadn’t gotten the same amount
of rest days as everyone else, but two days in a row made him worried what was
on the other side of those two days.
He pushed that out of his mind when he went to get breakfast. The plate he was
handed by one of the guards was piled with food, real food: meat and
vegetables. Swallowing hard, he looked at the guard who was just sneering at
him, telling him harshly that he wasn’t allowed to share, Prince’s orders.
The looks the others were giving him were hard to ignore. They always looked at
him strangely, with confused pity, but this was different. Keith knew they were
jealous, and Keith didn’t know how to tell them not to be.
During the second meal, one of the whores knocked the loaded tray out of his
hands. Keith just sighed and started walking away, but a guard yelling the
other whore’s name made him pause and turn back.
The other whore was being shoved onto the ground, their face pushed into the
food as the guard climbed on top of her. “You want it so bad? Fucking eat it,
slut.”
Keith couldn’t pull his eyes away as the guard fucked her while she ate the
food off the floor. He wanted to say something, tell the guard to stop, but his
mouth was too dry, his throat too tight.
When it was over, the guards all barked out the offending whore wouldn’t be
eating anything else for a while, other than their cocks. She glared at Keith
before storming off to the barracks. Keith swallowed hard, trying to get rid of
the lump in his throat. Before he could find somewhere to hide, another plate
of food was being shoved at him. He didn’t want it, but the guard didn’t look
like he was moving until Keith took it.
While everyone else was working the second day, he wondered if this was like
the tea, if they were just trying to show him what it could be better with
them. Better food, free time, no pain. But it was wishful thinking.
The next morning he was woken up by being pulled out of bed roughly. Guards
didn’t say anything as they pulled his hands around his back, binding them.
Keith didn’t even try to fight back as they tied the blindfold around his eyes.
He could hear the mutterings from the others as they pushed him forward, hard
enough that he stumbled and fell.
“You’re not even a little curious to where you’re going?” Lotor’s voice greeted
him after he was pushing into a car.
“No.” Keith gritted out as he pushed himself up against the door, away from
Lotor. “Not at all.”
“You’re no fun. Maybe two days was too many, maybe you grew too comfortable.”
“That’s not it.” Keith swallowed hard. The truth was worse. He was bored. Bored
of the sameness of before, bored with nothing to do but sit and think about
what he left behind, what he could have. Time to think had become his worst
nightmare, anything was better than that.
“Sure.” Lotor didn’t sound convinced. “But, you’ll be participating in a
tournament with our very best gladiators.”
“Are you going to throw me in unarmed again?” Keith scoffed, thinking back to
his first day of captivity. It had been so long ago. He had been so scared, and
defiant. He wasn’t scared anymore, and he knew defiance was stupid, but it
wasn’t going to stop him.
“You’ll be given the same opportunities as your opponents, though if you were
to win, you’ve already been offered the prize.”
“What prize?”
“The chance to join the gang, free themselves from their chains.”
“And get different ones.”
“But the golden chains of the gang have much longer reach than the ones that
you’re currently wearing.” Lotor chuckled. “More comfortable too.”
“Why are you making me do this?”
“We don’t want your fighting skills to get rusty. Killing Woody, it wasn’t any
great show of skill.” Keith could feel Lotor’s hand on his cheek, his breath on
his face. “You still remember how to fight, right?”
Keith scoffed, turning his face away from the touch.
“I didn’t put any money on you, but I know a few of the guards did. Some
against you, some on you winning. Either way some of them are going to be very
upset at you when you get back.” Lotor pressed in closer. “Either way, I’m
going to give you something special: consolation or congratulations.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” Keith groaned when he felt Lotor’s mouth on
his neck.
“Too bad. I want everything from you.”
They sat most of the rest of the drive without talking. Lotor groped him,
huffing as Keith assumed he was touching himself. He just sat quietly, letting
Lotor do as he wanted, not that there was much he could do about it.
He was pulled out of the car later without a word. Once inside a building, he
could hear people shouting. It was a lot like the first day, and when the
blindfold was removed, he could see it was the same building. The main
difference was the lack of people looking terrified. Everyone was ready to
fight this time.
A few rough looking women stripped him down and put on something a little more
covering, something that he’d be able to fight in better. He rubbed his wrists
when he was left alone with a few of the gladiators who weren’t confined to
cages. They were all so much more muscle bound than him, scars covering their
faces and arms. He had his own scars, but they were do different, he was so
scrawny compared to them. By their faces, they could see that too.
He had some time before his first fight, but he wasn’t sure what to do with
himself. It didn’t take long to go to the weapons rack and pick what he wanted.
A small dagger, something close to what he was used to fighting with.
When he was finally thrown into the ring, he stared at the person in front of
him. They were older, holding a large battle axe. Keith gripped his dagger
tightly as he charged forward. If they wanted him to fight, he’d fight, but he
didn’t want to kill.
The first fight was over quickly. He was relieved when he didn’t hear a chant
for blood, when his opponent just stood up, holding their back as they walked
towards the prep room.
He had another break before he had ten fights back to back. Most of them were
easily won. His opponents seem shocked by his skill, taken by surprise when he
beat their strength with agility. But then a misplaced strike lead to one of
his opponent, the most difficult he had had so far, falling dead onto the arena
floor. He looked up at the box sitting at the edge of the ring, knowing that
Zarkon was watching carefully as tears fell down his cheek silently.
The next fight, he was losing, badly. There was bloodlust in his opponent’s
eyes. They were going to kill him, they wanted to kill him. Keith knew he
couldn’t win as he closed his eyes, waiting for the last blow of the sword in
the man’s hands.
It didn’t come, instead there was a pistol shot and the woman slumped against
him, the sword falling to the ground. Keith swallowed hard as he stood still,
until the crew removed the dead body and lead him back to the prep room. Why
couldn’t they just let him die.
Another short break, during which he spent on the floor shaking as he realized
how close he was to dying, how quickly they had reacted to keep him from it.
Dying might’ve been better than enduring more hell.
A few more wins and Keith couldn’t help but wonder how long the tournament was
supposed to be, how many gladiators did the Galra have.
There were cheers, louder than during any of the other wins and it took him a
moment to realize what he’d done to deserve it. Fresh blood on his hands and
blade. His opponent dead, a clean, quick kill so soon in the fight.
He made it to the last fight. He was so exhausted. While his last opponent
laughed, swinging his mace, Keith knew he wasn’t going to win. But he had tried
to forfeit earlier, and everyone had just laughed at him. The fight wasn’t
going to be over until he was beaten within an inch of his life.
When the fight was over, he was only half conscious and one of his legs was
broken. He had to be carried off the field. Haggar was smiling down at him,
congratulating him on the almost win before stripping him down and treating his
multitude of wounds. After she set his leg, he passed out.
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