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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Voltron:_Legendary_Defender
  Relationship:
      Keith/Lance_(Voltron), Keith/Shiro_(Voltron), Keith/Lance/Shiro_(Voltron)
  Character:
      Keith_(Voltron), Lance_(Voltron), Shiro_(Voltron), Hunk_(Voltron)
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Spitroasting, Handcuffs, Sex_with_a_Baton,
      Non-Consensual_Voyeurism, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-13 Words: 3017
****** Prison Bitch ******
by Inactive_Account
Summary
     Shiro throws a nine-year old Keith into a jail cell.
     Keith didn't expect that Lance and Shiro would want to play games
     with him.
“Get in there, bitch.”
Keith stumbled, as Shiro shoved him inside. The cell was surrounded by bars on
three sides, with only a brick wall on one side that contained a tiny barred
window to high to see outside, and the bed was simply an old mattress on the
floor beside a toilet. There was no privacy, but – spending so many days on the
streets – Keith was soon used to every action and word being public to any
passing person. Still, he hated the claustrophobic sensation.
He spotted Lance in the cell beside him. Lance was another homeless person, but
much older than Keith and around thirty in age, and – even from the distance –
Keith caught the stench of alcohol and sweat over him, as he lay curled on his
mattress only a few inches from the bars between the two cells. There were no
cameras in the cells. Keith looked around and saw an old desk by the staircase
that led up to the ground floor, and he could hear footsteps above that caused
dust and debris to fall from the ceiling with every step. He shuddered.
In such a small town the holding cells were usually just for local drunks and
maybe the odd runaway child, and Keith – only nine – had never run away before
to know what to expect, but he knew that is this was a ‘jail’ that he would
never survive prison. He pulled his red jacket tighter about him, as warm
breaths appeared on cold air, and Shiro laughed from the cell door with arms
folded over his uniformed chest. Shiro licked at his lips and said:
“Your daddy’s going to beat your ass for getting arrested.”
Lance chuckled from the cell beside him. Keith winced and drew in a staggered
breath, as he choked on the air and fought back tears, and his heart started to
race rapidly in his chest as his vision started to slowly go blurred through
sheer panic. Shiro blocked his only exit. The bars felt like they were closing
in on him, but worst was the inevitable beating that would come his way, enough
to mark his flesh and scar his skin, and Keith hated that pain.
Shiro unhooked his baton from his belt, only to twirl it around in circles. It
looked menacing, but Keith knew Shiro well enough from his many visits to the
shack in the desert, and he knew Shiro would never harm him and only help him,
but still that panic lingered. He grew light-headed and weak, swaying where he
stood, and the lack of sleep and food and water from the past few days started
to take its toll. He could only watch as Shiro stepped inside the cell and
locked the door behind him, dropping his keys into his pocket with a chuckle.
“I don’t have to tell him I arrested you,” said Shiro.
“You don’t?” Keith muttered.
“No, I can tell him that you got lost and I found you.” Shiro grabbed at his
private parts. “I can make it so that he’s not angry at you, and you can go
home and not be scared and everything will be okay, but . . . you have to do
something good for us, okay?”
Shiro was acting strangely. He pushed his hand against his private parts, which
now looked weird and made a tent in his trousers, and it looked lumpy and hard
and Shiro flushed red and let out low moans, as if he liked touching his parts
in that way. Lance crawled closer to the bars, where he looked Keith over with
dilated eyes and a strange smile, and Shiro – with a streak of grey, forty-four
and with a few lines on his face – looked even older as he lowered his head and
shadows were cast over his features. They started to scare him.
“What do I have to do?” Keith asked.
Shiro knelt down and placed his baton on the ground. He reached out to stroke
Keith’s cheek, which felt nice under his callused fingertips, and he smiled in
a way most grown-ups never smiled around Keith, as he gently removed Keith’s
jacket and folded it onto the floor. Keith worried it would make his jacket
dirty, just as he worried that he would start to feel cold, but Shiro didn’t
seem worried at all and only guided his t-shirt over his head.
“You just have to make us feel good, bitch.”
“Do you know how to do that, kiddo?” Lance asked.
Keith shook his heads. He stood with goosebumps over his body, as a cold terror
washed over him, and his little nipples stood erect in the freezing cold cell,
while Lance unbuckled his pants in the other cell and revealed a straining
erection. Keith turned bright red, as he opened his mouth wide to see his first
ever erect cock. It was a good six inches long and nestled in a thatch of thick
brown curls, while the balls underneath hung heavy and low, so thick and large
that Keith wondered whether his would look that way when he grew up.
A strange tingly sensation overcame his privates, which were luckily still
hidden from sight, but Lance moved his mattress close to the bars and knelt on
it, while pressing his erection through the bars for Keith to get a better
look. The red tip was leaking a clear liquid, not like pee and yet still wet
and funny, and a thick vein throbbed on the underside in time with Lance’s
heartbeat, as he thrust forward – still fully clothed – and hummed.
Shiro worked off his shoes and socks, while the door opened at the stairwell,
and – with slow steps – a fat man named ‘Hunk’ came inside with a video camera,
which he took the side of the cell opposite Lance and filmed Keith being
undressed without a word. He had a hard cock, too, which he unleashed to stroke
with slow movements, while the camera continued to film with a familiar
flicking red light. Shiro finally moved to Keith’s trousers and underwear,
which he yanked down and forced off Keith’s legs with a laugh, as Keith
muttered:
“I’m not supposed to show my pee-pee to strangers.”
“We’re not strangers, stupid,” spat Lance. “I’m Lance and you know Shiro, as
he’s your dad’s best friend, right? You want him to tell your dad you’ve been
bad? Well, okay. . . I guess it’ll be your ass that’s spanked red. If that’s
what you want –”
“No, no! I can be good! I’ll be good! What do I do now?”
“Now, you come here and suck my cock, bitch.”
Keith glanced back to the camera. It was filming him naked and making him
scared, but he crawled over to Lance and looked instead at the head of his
cock, and he furrowed his brow in confusion to work out why Lance wanted him to
suck it, but . . . Lance wanted him. It felt good to be wanted and Keith smiled
on all fours, as he stuck out his tongue and licked at that slit that leaked
all the more. Lance groaned and shot his hands through the bars.
Two hands buried themselves into black hair, as they tugged Keith closer, and
clearly they wanted more licks and kisses, so Keith started to suckle at the
side of the cock and lick long lines along the vein. It was sometimes rub
against the side of his face, leaving smears of pre-come, and he would smile to
take the head in his mouth and rub his tongue around it, flicking rapidly in a
way that had Lance panting ever harder and bucking into him, as he held so
tight onto his hair that pain seared through his scalp. Lance mewled out:
“Fuck, such a good come-slut.”
Hunk chuckled, as Keith slowly worked his mouth down to the hilt. The head of
the cock pushed against the back of his throat, as his throat contracted and
milked the cock for all it was worth, and – with low moans, as he started to
enjoy the sensations – Keith marvelled at how the outside of the cock was so
soft like velvet while the inside was hard as a rod. The pubic hairs tickled
his nose, while a rich and heady smell emanated from the cock, and he wondered
if the slurping noises he made put Lance off. Lance cried out:
“Ah. Ah! He – He – H-He has no gag reflex!”
“That’ll come in useful later,” observed Hunk. “He’s such a whore.”
Keith continued to suck, even as he heard something click behind him. He tried
to look around, only to see Shiro with cock out and a small plastic tube in
hand, which he used to squirt liquid over his fingers and onto his hand. Lance
leaked pre-come at an astounding rate, before he grunted and slapped Keith’s
head . . . ‘slow down, you little cunt, else I’ll come’. . . Keith obeyed,
desperate to make Lance like him and want him.
A hand stroked down his back. Shiro let out a long groan and parted his
buttocks, so that cool air struck his hole and made him feel weird, and soon
his wet fingers – slick with sweet smelling lubrication – teased his hole until
it winked back. Keith sighed and bucked back, as saliva dripped from the corner
of his mouth and onto the floor between the cell bars. It felt good, but soon
it felt even better as a long finger slid inside him . . . ‘relax, bitch, and
push out like you need to take a dump’. . . Keith pushed back against the
invading digit.
It slid in further, slowly following the natural curves and ridges of his body,
until – as it struck a special spot inside him – a wave of absolute pleasure
coursed through him and his boy cock jumped to life and turned hard, as
overwhelming sensations washed over him. He cried. He moaned. He sucked ever
harder. Lance appeared to enjoy his pleasure, watching him writhe while impaled
on Shiro’s fingers, as he soon growled out loud:
“Holy fuck! I – I – I’m coming!”
Lance yanked his head back and came over him. The ropes after ropes of come
struck his cheeks and lips, as they dripped down and he licked a drop for a
taste, and – with a wince – he realised it was salty and it looked white as
splatters fell onto the floor. It wasn’t pee, so it must have been ‘come’, and
Keith smiled to see Lance looked so happy! He was smiling and panting for
breath, while his brown skin was flushed red. He looked reallyhappy.
Shiro slid another finger inside Keith. It was Hunk’s time to come, as Shiro
stood to one side and ropes of come fell warm over Keith’s back in a strange
sensation, like someone sprayed him with warm water from a water-gun, and – as
he tried to turn around – Shiro started to scissors his fingers and stretch him
wide, while Hunk continued to film. Keith mewled and his hair grew wet with
sweat, as locks of black hair stuck to his skin. He ground back against the
hand and gripped the bars for support, as he arched his back and ground harder.
“M-More,” begged Keith. “I want more, Sir.”
Lance laughed, already getting half-hard again. Shiro slid in another finger,
but this time it stung a little and tears pricked the corners of Keith’s wide
and big eyes, and yet his pupils dilated and he collapsed onto his forearms
with sheer pleasure. Come dripped down his cheeks and buttocks and back, while
Shiro added another finger and Keith gripped hard with his inner walls, while
thrusting back and panting for breath, until – unable to endure any more –
Shiro removed his hand. Keith started to weep, desperate for more. He needed
more.
“Please, please, please!” Keith begged. “Don’t stop! Please!”
“Stand up against the bars, you fucking slut.”
Keith obeyed.
He gripped hard onto the cell bars, while Shiro slicked his baton with
lubrication. Lance knelt down as low as possible, as he took that boy-cock into
his mouth, and – screaming out with pleasure – Keith threw back his head and
gripped the bars until his knuckles turned white. He bucked into that mouth,
desperate for more suction and pleasure, until he was a mewling mess and on the
verge of blacking out. He didn’t notice as a baton was slid inside him.
It filled him whole and wide. It was cold and uncomfortable, but it made him
feel wanted and used and grown-up, and his cock was starting to throb and
tingle with pleasure, while that baton thrust in and out . . . in and out, in
and out. . . Keith choked back on his saliva, as drool ran down his mouth and
Lance was able to take the tiny cock and tiny balls into his mouth, and Shiro
angled the baton for his prostate. The camera rolled. Keith turned his head
around and looked to the camera with blown pupils and red face, as he licked at
plump lips.
“Say you’re a fucking cum-bucket,” commanded Hunk.
“I’m a fucking cum-bucket, Sir,” said Keith.
“Say you want hard cocks pounding your fuck-hole.”
“I want big and hard cocks pounding m-my fuck-hole, please . . . please . . .”
Shiro fucked him in earnest with the baton. Lance sucked harder and harder,
until Keith grew light-headed and dizzy with pleasure, as he choked on his
saliva and finally allowed his pleasure to overwhelm him to the point of
ecstasy. He came. The dry-orgasm wrenched through every nerve in his body,
sending him to heaven, as he arched his back and pressed so hard into the bars
that they left red marks on his skin, and soon . . . as he came down from his
high . . . the beautiful afterglow caused him to fall limp backwards. Shiro
caught him.
“You’re not done yet, you fucking cock-tease.”
Keith was moved around like a broken rag-doll. He was positioned with two legs
through the bars, spread so wide that the strain ached and his muscles were
sore, and his head was pushed down until forehead touched the dirty floor.
Lance slid the baton out of his hole and tossed it back to Shiro, as Shiro
handcuffed his hands behind his back. Keith – spread wide, hands cuffed behind
– gasped and groaned and verged on the point of sleep.
He was half-zoned out when Lance – hard again – slid in balls deep. Keith
murmured in contentment, happy to make someone else happy, until the balls
slapped hard against his buttocks and the cock made little squirts and
squelches as it worked out some of the lubrication, and the sweat . . . sweat,
come, lube . . .made his thighs soaking wet. The rhythmic thrusting struck his
prostate until he grew hard again, while Shiro came to stand before him and
pushed the head of his cock to Keith’s lips and slapped his cheek.
“Suck me, you little shit. Fuck!”
Keith opened his mouth and allowed inside the grown cock. It was a lot wider
than Lance’s, enough that his jaw ached and he struggled to breathe, but he
liked the taste a lot better and it distracted him enough to ignore any aches
and pains. Shiro was the only one yet to come; the cells were surrounded with
sounds of slurps and slaps and squelches, as Lance fucked him hard and so hard
that his body rocked against that cock and every moan vibrated around that long
length, and Shiro . . . so close, already on the brink. . . roared out his
climax.
He pulled out to squirt his come over Keith’s face and neck, yanking him up by
his hair, and – as a spurt of come struck his eye – Keith started to cry and
made to wipe the come from his eye and off his face. Shiro slapped him again,
only to spurt out further come and stopped Keith from wiping it away. It
started to dry in other places, where it flaked and itched, and the wet parts
marked Keith as belonging to them. He was wanted by them.
“Leave it,” commanded Shiro. “I want you covered in cum, bitch.”
Lance soon came in turn. It filled Keith’s insides and started to burst out
from his hole, leaking out as Lance pulled out of him, and a few ropes of come
hit the back of his legs before Lance collapsed onto his mattress and rolled
onto his back. Keith panted for breath, thoroughly fucked and coated in come,
as he let Shiro drag him by his handcuffs over to the mattress and flung him
down with a great deal of force. It left him breathless, as he sprawled out
used and abused with a goofy smile, as come seeped out of his hole onto the
mattress.
“I think you earned another night here,” chirped Shiro. “You know public
exhibition is a crime, right? Don’t worry. I’ll bring you down some dinner,
bitch, and you have Lance here to occupy you, while Hunk probably wouldn’t mind
a go. If you keep acting so lewdly, we might have to see if your Daddy will let
you stay down here. Would you like that?”
“Will I get to feel good some more?” Keith asked.
“Yeah,” promised Shiro. “You’ll get to fuck any guy in the cell next to yours,
like a good little prison bitch, and you’ll finally have a purpose and some
worth. Everyone will want to be in the cell next to yours. We’ll even film you
and fuck you, too.”
Keith crawled back against the wall, as he caught his breath. He knew his
nipples were hard and wanted to see how they would feel like to play with, but
his hands were trapped behind his back with the handcuffs, and so – with cock
hard and balls aching – he writhed instead and spread his legs as wide as they
would part. Keith even lifted his hips and rocked against the cool air, as he
licked at his lips and rolled his head with long murmurs, until he gasped:
“I want to be a prison bitch.”
Shiro laughed, already erect and already waiting for more . . .  
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