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Lotor swiped some cum off of his stomach, grinning up at his kitten who was back to riding him despite coming just minutes ago. It was to be expected, his heat had just started and coming once or twice was far from enough for his greedy Kit. His Kit’s stamina had greatly improved in the six months since he’d found him, and he could almost keep up with Lotor now.
His Kit couldn’t move exactly as he pleased with Lotor’s knot still swollen inside him, so he contented himself with twisting and rolling his hips, using Lotor’s barbed cock and inflated knot to rub his sensitive walls and prostate. Lotor tasted the aromatic cum his kitten had released, groaning at the intoxicating sweetness. It wasn’t as addicting as his slick but it was a close second.
Lotor swiped some more cum and brought it up to Keith’s lips. Distracted as his Kit was, he didn’t notice until Lotor rubbed his fingers across his lips, smearing them in his own pleasure. His kitten immediately licked it off and then sucked Lotor’s fingers into his mouth, hungrily licking them clean.
“Ahh, Kit, how am I supposed to get any work done if you won’t let me get up?” Lotor teased. He already knew that he would only be working minimal hours again this week when he induced his Kit’s heat. That was the beauty of being the owner of a successful company; he could set his own schedule and hire people to do all the work for him.
“Haah, Alpha… More… Ahh…” Keith moaned.
Of course, there was no answer to Lotor’s question. His Kit was incoherent with lust and couldn’t think of anything beyond his own pleasure. It was really unfortunate that he wouldn’t be coming again any time soon.
Lotor had forgone cock rings and sounding plugs not long after he started training Keith to come only on his permission. It would be unwise to have Keith rely on a device in order to follow his instructions. Instead, he implemented a clear punishment and reward system for his kitten’s training, and it was currently the most ideal time to make progress on it. If his Kit could hold back his orgasms and listen to Lotor’s commands when he was in a state where he had no control over himself, it would carry over and become like second nature to him when he wasn’t influenced by his heat hormones.
Because of this, in addition to just purely enjoying how desperate his Kit got for his cock, Lotor kept Keith in heat more often than was typically recommended. It wasn’t the constant, continuous heat that brothels kept their omegas in - it was only one or two weeks out of the month, depending on Lotor’s mood - but it was much more frequent than the one week every two months as was normal for a hybrid like his kitten.
It wasn’t as if there were any serious consequences. His Kit was slightly more clingy and prone to bouts of anxiety if Lotor was away for long periods of time or even just late coming home, but he was also more receptive to Lotor’s training, so he felt it was a fair tradeoff. In fact, Lotor had come to notice that even outside of heats, his kitten was more often and more easily aroused than when he’d first taken him in.
However, this time his Kit’s heat wasn’t entirely for the purpose of training and pleasure.
When Lotor had first mated with his kitten and seen his stomach swell with his many releases, and then later when he’d stuffed him full with vibrators, he was almost possessed by the urge to breed his omega. Though he still held no desire to sire a child, he hadn’t been able to shake the image of a Keith round with his litter. It was tempting, like nothing had ever been before. Well, excepting everything to do with his kitten.
Because of his desire to see his Kit in that state again - larger, heavier, rounder - he’d tasked his creative team to develop a product that could do exactly that. And what they’d come up with had earned them a generous bonus as well as an extra two week vacation.
His team had developed what was essentially an empty embryo or egg. Only the size of a marble, it automatically attached to an omega’s womb upon contact and would naturally detach when it was time to be “birthed.”
The reason for his Kit’s heat this time was so that his easily frightened kitten wouldn’t notice when Lotor inserted the egg. He wanted to keep it a surprise.
To reach the womb, there was no other way to do it but to fuck it in. The womb was deeper than his fingers could stretch to, and if the egg didn’t reach the womb, it could cause injury when it started to grow. With his Kit currently quite literally begging for his cock, it was easy for Lotor to slip the egg in undetected. He restricted himself to only putting in one at first to observe his kitten’s reaction to it, or to see if he would even notice. It was likely he wouldn’t with something of such an insignificant size, and Lotor planned on giving him enough to birth a full litter.
Present-day omegas only gave birth to one kit each pregnancy, resulting in the current decline of their species. Even twins were a rarity nowadays. In the past, however, omegas used to give birth to four to six kits per litter. Lotor wanted to see his Kit’s stomach swollen with a large litter and his reaction when he eventually realized that he was “pregnant.” He wondered how long it would take him.
An omega’s pregnancy typically lasted approximately six months, but these eggs would be ready to come out after just three. There was a mechanism built in that would release certain hormones after the gestation period ended and trick the omega’s body into thinking it was giving birth, triggering contractions to begin as it would in a real birth. As the process was sped up by double, Keith would begin showing visible signs of his pregnancy soon after the one month mark, though it would most likely be sooner, as Lotor was planning on implanting more than one egg. He was curious if his Kit would notice the signs before then.
The process of growing the eggs was simple. They absorbed “nutrients” from their “parents” to feed their growth, which in this case was a pair’s mating fluids - an omega’s slick and alpha’s cum. Considering how wet his Kit naturally already was - and as this product had been made for him specifically - the eggs couldn’t absorb everything or they would grow to be too big. Instead, the rate of absorption was low, and there was a limit on how large they could grow to be. After they reached their limit, the eggs would cease to grow.
Lotor was determined to make the eggs grow to their full potential. He wouldn’t be satisfied if they came out any smaller. As the size the eggs grew to was contingent on how often they fucked, Lotor intended to do his part in feeding his and Keith’s new litter.
Because it wasn’t a real pregnancy, there would be no morning sickness. In fact, there were none of the negative symptoms of pregnancy with the eggs. Unfortunately for the same reason, his Kit also wouldn’t produce milk. Although Lotor had been looking forward to it, his kitten’s sensitivity around his nipples would increase significantly, so he couldn’t be too upset. The eggs also increased an omega’s libido to ensure that it would receive sufficient fluids to supply their growth. Although unnecessary, Lotor would never be unhappy to see an increase in his Kit’s sexual desire.
Like right now, as Keith bounced senselessly on his cock, moans spilling from his lips like water over a cliff as he chased his own pleasure, all the while knowing that he wasn’t permitted to come. Granted, Lotor couldn’t say exactly how much his Kit understood with his mind currently clouded by heat lust. Lotor wondered if he would become like this even outside of his heat after the eggs attached.
He bucked his hips up, relishing the trembling muscles of his kitten’s ass and the small punched out sound he made. Lotor groaned at the pressure. He loved when his Kit was so responsive to even the smallest of actions, though he couldn’t exactly call his cock ‘small.’ He looked forward to when he would be able to feel the eggs inside his Kit. His kitten was so small compared to him, and when the eggs inflated, Lotor wasn’t certain that he’d be able to fit all of himself inside with them.
Lotor sat up, latching onto one of Keith’s nipples and giving it a teasing bite, bringing one hand up to pinch and pull at the other. His kitten threw back his head with a cry and thrust his chest forward, chasing the stimulation. His dick twitched between them, and his ass tightened around Lotor’s cock and knot. The pert little buds on his chest were already so sensitive. Lotor couldn’t imagine how much more they would become.
His knot had almost returned to its original size, so Lotor flipped his Kit onto his back, taking back control. “Remember, Kit, don’t come until I give permission,” he reminded.
Then he forcefully pulled out his knot before driving back in once more. His kitten keened and mewled, pleading between gasps to be allowed to come as Lotor began his teasing. Unfortunately for him, this was only the beginning of his training.
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Keith woke up a week later, alone in bed and his heat finally passed. His heat had become significantly more frequent since being kidnapped by Lotor. He didn’t know if that was a natural thing to happen after being bonded with an alpha. He felt that it couldn’t be normal, that it was occurring too often, but he knew too little about his own nature as an omega to know any better. He suspected that Lotor might have been drugging him, but he’d never been injected with anything and he couldn’t taste any difference in his food, though that meant very little.
Pushing himself off the bed, Keith dragged his feet to the shower. After Acxa had bitten him, he was removed as Keith’s watchdog, and he hadn’t seen or heard from him since. Lotor was more than livid when that happened, so Keith wouldn’t have been surprised if Acxa was demoted or even fired altogether. He hoped it was the latter. He had no sympathy for anyone who worked for a psychopath like Lotor. And he’d even tried to claim Keith and steal him away from his alpha. He would never forgive him for that.
Thankfully there hadn’t been a replacement and Keith was left alone. He appreciated the semblance of privacy, though he knew it was only an illusion because the surveillance cameras in the room were constantly trained on him. Keith hoped that Lotor was the only one watching his videos. He couldn’t humiliate himself in front of him anymore than he already had.
Keith turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. The water quickly heated up and he stepped inside. As the water cascaded over him, Keith put his hands over his slightly distended stomach. With the amount of cum Lotor filled him with, he always felt heavy after his heats, but this time he felt more bloated than usual.
Reaching between his legs, Keith pulled out the plug, catching Lotor’s cum as it gushed out and quickly bringing it to his mouth. It was such a waste to let something so precious wash down the drain. After everything had poured out, Keith resisted the temptation to stick his fingers inside to scoop out the rest, knowing he would get punished for it if he did.
Instead, he grabbed the plug he’d set aside - stainless steel with a large red ruby - and easily slipped it back inside. It was a fairly small plug compared to most of the others Lotor used on him. Something still felt off but Keith couldn’t place his finger on exactly what it was, so he chose to ignore the feeling.
Keith took his time washing himself. There was no need to rush, he had nowhere to be and no qualms about raising Lotor’s water bill. He used the same products as Lotor because that was what was available, and the familiar scent calmed his high-strung nerves from waking up alone after his heat.
Although Lotor did more than necessary in satisfying Keith’s libido - which had greatly increased since being bonded - he had none of the emotional qualities an alpha was known to display in the treatment of their omega. Alphas tended to pamper and treasure their omegas, yet Lotor did nothing of the sort. Instead, he locked Keith up in his bedroom and controlled his every action. He was jealous and possessive, yet had let other alphas fuck him. Keith didn’t understand him.
He ran the washcloth down his chest, taking care to keep his touch gentle on his sensitive nipples. When he reached his dick, Keith was quick and efficient with his movements. If his hands lingered for even a second too long, he would be punished. But his dick was already hard, inevitable after consuming Lotor’s cum. It twitched with interest at the light touch, but it was getting easier to ignore everyday.
When he finished washing himself off, Keith stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist. He didn’t bother with the few sheer articles of clothing available to him anymore, if you could even call them that, and just left them on the counter. They would get torn and discarded as soon as Lotor got home anyways, and now even the softest silks felt rough on his sensitive skin.
Exiting the bathroom, Keith reluctantly ate the food that was left out for him on the table before going back to lay on the bed. He willfully ignored his erection that had yet to go down, focusing instead on the abstract patterns in the ceiling. Keith had already long gotten used to having nothing to do. He had unwillingly become a kept omega, essentially a pet, and not even a well-loved one at that. He was well-fucked but outside of that, he was generally ignored. Keith was so bored every day that he’d almost come to welcome when Lotor came home to fuck him just because it gave him something to take his mind off the boredom. The only form of entertainment during the day were the videos that played of him getting fucked by Lotor. In a few minutes, they would start playing again.
A short time later, right on cue, the TV monitor blinked on. Without any warning or prelude, it jumped right into the main event. The recording started with Keith on his back. It must have been their first fuck of the night because he was still protesting, but it looked like little more than token resistance. Seeing himself like that, it was no wonder Lotor always accused him of lying and trying to seduce him. Even he didn’t believe his own protests.
Then the video slowly moved down to where they were joined, the filthy sounds of wet squelches accompanying hard slaps of skin. Lotor’s dick stretched Keith’s ass obscenely wide every time it entered and pulled out, making his ass twitch around the small plug currently in him.
As the lens panned up to capture Lotor, Keith’s breath caught in his throat, and his hands unconsciously came up to rub his nipples. It was so natural to touch himself to the image of his alpha, he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
Some time ago when Keith had been feeling insecure at the beginning of one of his heats because Lotor wouldn’t touch him - an obvious tactic to get Keith to beg that he’d easily fallen for at the time - he’d complained to Lotor about the videos. He told him he didn’t want to see himself getting fucked, but watching his alpha as he fucked him was a different story.
“Why won’t you fuck me? Why won’t you let me look at you? You’re my alpha. Don’t you want me anymore?” had been the shameful words he’d pitifully cried into Lotor’s crotch while desperately trying to undo his belt.
It seemed that he took what Keith said to heart because the recordings now focused primarily on Lotor - the light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the ripple of his muscles as he manhandled Keith to move according to his will, his elated smugness when Keith cried and begged for his knot.
Keith circled his indexes around his nipple, mimicking the light and teasing touches that Lotor typically started off with. As the recording progressed, his touches became firmer, rubbing over the areolas before firmly grasping the hardened nipples at the center. Keith tugged and twisted and rolled them between his fingers, his breathing heavy with desire, interrupted only by the occasional soft moans.
He wanted so badly to play with his ass, but only Lotor was allowed to touch him there, as was his right as his alpha. It was off limits to everyone else, including Keith himself. It was fine that way, he didn’t object to it anymore. By keeping himself on the cusp of his climax, he could concentrate on the sensation of the taunting relief just beyond reach and not be concerned about the slow crawl of time or when his alpha might return.
Even though Keith wasn’t allowed to come without his Lotor’s permission, sometimes he would play a little game, edging himself to see how close he could get without releasing. One time he made the mistake of smelling the sheets while simultaneously rubbing his nipples and scent glands. He came at the same time as Lotor had in the video, and he’d been punished for it when his alpha had gotten home. He was teased and tormented to within an inch of his sanity with no outlet or release for three days straight. Keith learned not to overwhelm his senses with so many stimulants at once. He never wanted to experience anything like that again.
Now Keith only played with his nipples. It was the safest option because no matter how much he teased them, he couldn’t come from them alone without Lotor himself there to guide him with his scent and orders.
After several hours spent holding himself at the edge, there was a knock on the door. Keith barely had enough time to slip under the covers before the door opened to reveal Narti with his dinner. Without sparing a glance in Keith’s direction, Narti wordlessly set the tray of food on the table and left.
Keith sighed and walked over to the table after Narti closed the door behind him. He ate his dinner to the background sounds of himself getting fucked by Lotor. He buried his face in his food, refusing to look at the TV as the volume of his moans and begging increased. He wished that Lotor would turn it off, or at least mute it for his meals.
If it was already dinner, then it meant that Lotor would be returning soon. After he finished eating, Keith went to the bathroom to freshen up and then returned to the bed to wait. It wasn’t much longer before the TV switched off and Keith’s ears flicked toward the door where the keypad beeped as someone punched in the code. Keith quickly flipped over onto his stomach, lifting onto his knees and pushing his chest to the mattress, presenting himself toward the door. Lotor preferred him to wait in this position, and after an entire day of teasing and holding himself back, Keith wanted him in a good mood so he would be allowed to come.
The door slid open and Keith heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching the bed. He couldn’t see it but he could hear Lotor undressing as he made his way over. Keith’s nerves tingled in anticipation, the silence heightening his senses. And judging by Lotor’s scent, he was looking forward to this just as much as Keith was.
The bed dipped when Lotor climbed on, and he settled himself between Keith’s knees. When his large hands came up to rest on his hips, a shiver ran up Keith’s spine.
“I see you’ve been waiting for this,” Lotor said, sounding pleased. He removed the plug and Keith couldn’t contain the little whimper that escaped his throat. Lotor shoved two fingers into his ass and rubbed his sensitive walls. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“Yes,” Keith moaned, grinding back onto the long fingers.
“And you didn’t touch yourself or come at all today. I suppose you’d like a reward for it,” Lotor mused.
“If- If it pleases my Alpha,” Keith stuttered, clenching down on Lotor’s fingers as he removed them.
Lotor hummed in lieu of a response. His hands slid across Keith’s chest, and his thumbs grazed over his long since pebbled nipples, sending a shiver up his spine. Then he trailed his hands down his sides until they rested once again on his hips. Lotor pulled Keith’s hips back and he resisted the moan that threatened to escape when the thick cock that he’d been waiting for all day slid between his crack. Lotor teased his entrance as he coated his cock in the slick leaking from Keith’s hole, and it took every ounce of self-control Keith had not to rock back onto it.
When his alpha was satisfied, he lined himself up to Keith’s ass, the blunt head of his cock nudging his waiting entrance. “It does please me,” he said, pushing inside in one smooth movement.
Keith did moan this time, the satisfying burn as he was stretched on his alpha’s cock something he had been looking forward to all day. The pressure was incredible. Lotor was easily filling him out and more.
The thrusts were lazy and unhurried, the slow drag of his alpha’s cock as he pulled out tormenting until it was followed by a hard drive back in. Each time his alpha bottomed out, the bumps on his cock pressed against Keith’s prostate. Keith couldn’t help himself from rocking back to meet his hips, eagerly chasing the pleasure.
His alpha draped his body over him, mouthing at Keith’s scent glands. A new rush of arousal flooded his system with the stimulation. His pheromones released and the heady scent of his alpha’s own desire intensified in kind. Their pheromones blended and combined to create a new scent that was more alluring than either of theirs individually.
Keith tilted his head down, making his neck more accessible and allowing his alpha to claim him if he chose. To his delight, his alpha bit down on his nape the next second and Keith trembled in pleasure. There was no greater pleasure for an omega than getting claimed by their alpha, and that joy would never lessen regardless of how many times they experienced it before. Right now, Keith was floating on clouds, his mind blank from pure bliss as his alpha tenderly licked over the fresh wound.
Soon enough, however, Keith was brought back by the movements in his ass. His alpha hadn’t slowed at all, and Keith was teetering dangerously close to the edge. He knew he couldn’t come without permission, but he had endured all day, and he didn’t want to endure any longer.
“A-Alpha… Please,” Keith managed to gasp out between moans.
“Please what, Kit? Use your words,” his alpha said without pause.
“Please, Alpha… Ahh- I want to come,” Keith whined. “Please.”
“I think you’ve got it backwards, Kit. Do you think I serve you?”
Keith vigorously shook his head against the mattress. He would never think something so blasphemous, and he was horrified that his alpha thought he would. The punishment waiting for him if he admitted that wasn’t something he would be able to endure.
“No, of course not. My Kit is so smart.” Keith preened at the praise. “So you must know that it is you who serves me. Do you think it would be right for you to come before your alpha?”
“No- ngh…”
Without breaking his rhythm, his alpha flipped Keith onto his back. Keith cried at the change in position that had his alpha’s cock directly driving into his prostate instead of just rubbing past it. He writhed on the bed, lost in the mind-numbing pleasure his alpha awarded him.
“Then there is your answer,” his alpha smiled down at him. “But I will give you permission to come when I do. After all, you deserve a reward after working so hard today.”
And with that his alpha increased his speed, drilling into Keith and taking all that he had to offer. Keith could barely keep his eyes open from the pleasure, but he wanted to look at his alpha. His alpha was breathtaking to see in action, when he had his cock up Keith’s ass. They didn’t spend nearly enough time together for Keith’s liking. Watching his alpha in the recordings couldn’t compare to seeing him with his own eyes.
Some time later - it could have been several minutes or hours, Keith was too far gone to know - he felt the slight burn of his alpha’s knot swelling. When he finally released, his alpha’s hot cum splashed against his insides and began filling him to the brim. Keith cried out and spilled onto his stomach when the knot was shoved inside, temporarily connecting the two together.
They spent the next several hours entangled in each other’s embrace. His alpha enjoyed taking Keith apart and then doing it all over again, not pausing even when they couldn’t separate because of the knot. During those times, he would kiss Keith until he was breathless, mark his neck and chest and just about anywhere he could reach with dark bruises that would take weeks to fade, take a nipple into his mouth or between his fingers and twist and suck and pull and flick until Keith was a whimpering mess.
Like his alpha had said, he’d rewarded Keith by letting him come every time he did. It fueled Keith’s enthusiasm, not that he needed it, and made him work harder to bring his alpha to climax. Even when he was coming dry, he still wanted more.
When his alpha rolled off of Keith and laid down next to him, seeming as if he was done for the night, Keith climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips. It wasn’t often that he was allowed to come so many times in a night, and he wanted to take full advantage of it.
Judging by the smirk on his alpha’s face when Keith dropped himself on his cock, this was exactly what he’d been expecting.
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Lotor was currently taking a break from his work to check in on how his kitten was doing. He enlarged the surveillance video of the bathroom; Keith was checking himself out in the mirror for the fifth time since he’d woken up. Lotor had noticed that recently his Kit was staring at his reflection in the mirror for longer each day.
It hadn’t even been three weeks since Lotor had inserted the last egg, leaving a total of five inside his Kit’s womb. They were provided a constant supply of slick and cum - several loads a night - and with his kitten’s small frame, he was already beginning to show. It seemed like his Kit noticed that he was gaining weight, but Lotor knew that he had yet to be able to guess the reason for it.
In addition to the slight swelling of his Kit’s stomach, his body’s overall sensitivity had also greatly increased. Now he was coming more times a night than he could previously, with Lotor’s permission of course. It was almost equal to the number of times he climaxed during heat. His Kit was still only in the early stages of his “pregnancy,” so Lotor looked forward to just how much more sensitive he would become later on.
While watching his Kit run his hand down his stomach, Lotor came up with a brilliant idea that he knew his kitten would appreciate. He called Narti to set it up in the bedroom, warning him not to let Keith see. After receiving Narti’s affirmative, he hung up the phone and picked up the files Ezor had brought over.
Things had been busy lately and it was of little importance so it had slipped from Lotor’s mind, but Ezor had looked into his Kit’s previous life like he’d requested. There was all the basic information like his family, education, and job history, as well as information on his close friends and social media accounts. Lotor skimmed through those reports but didn’t find them interesting. The most interesting things in the file pertained to his relationship with his ex, Takashi Shirogane.
According to Ezor’s research, they’d been dating for exactly two years when Lotor found Keith, though from the pictures Ezor attached, it seemed as if Keith had been in love with Shirogane for much longer. His Kit had never dated before that, but his relationship with Shirogane seemed as if it progressed smoothly and rapidly, and they’d moved in together before a year was up.
Everything appeared happy and domestic between Keith and Shirogane. The frequency and contents of their text history and social media posts suggested that they never even so much as quarreled. The only unexpected thing Lotor discovered was that they’d filmed themselves having sex. It seemed Ezor had discovered several videos when he hacked his Kit’s old laptop. It piqued Lotor’s interest. He was curious to see how Shirogane used to fuck his Kit.
He played the video back, unsurprised that they were doing it in missionary in the first video. It was their first sex tape, so he’d anticipated something of this level. Bored, Lotor skipped to the next one, hoping it would be more interesting. It wasn’t.
The third video had Keith riding Shirogane. His Kit had his head thrown back and was moaning loudly, as was Shirogane, while he bounced on the human’s cock. Shirogane came first, and when he did, Keith had to bring a hand to his own erection to stroke himself to completion. After they came down from their post-orgasm high, his Kit rolled over to the side and Shirogane tied off and disposed of the condom before approaching the camera to turn it off.
For a moment, Lotor just sat there in shock. He didn’t watch the first two videos until the end so he hadn’t realized earlier. Did Shirogane not release inside of Keith? Had he possibly never come inside? He quickly clicked on the next video to confirm or disprove his suspicions.
After a short round of foreplay, Keith was on his hands and knees with Shirogane entering from behind. His Kit looked desperate for release and was rocking his hips back to meet each of Shirogane’s thrusts, but Lotor knew that it would be no use. Again, Shirogane was the first to come, and his poor Kit was left on the edge until the human had recovered enough to wrap a hand around his kitten’s leaking dick. Keith cried out when he came, but Lotor suspected that it was from the unsatisfactory climax rather than from actually feeling good. And after Shirogane pulled out, he tied off another condom before stopping the video.
Lotor watched the few remaining videos and was more than satisfied with what he saw. Despite how much his kitten begged for Shirogane to come in him, the human never did. Perhaps it was because he didn’t want to upset Keith’s stomach or wanted to avoid the cleanup, though he doubted it was the latter, seeing as Shirogane came on his Kit’s face in one of the videos. Perhaps he had some groundless belief that he could get Keith pregnant if he came inside. Lotor laughed at the absurdity of that notion. How ignorant Shirogane was. He didn’t know that what brought omegas the most pleasure was being bred.
He pitied Shirogane for being born a human. If he was an alpha, then he could have claimed Keith and kept him by his side. He could have been enough to satisfy his Kit’s sexual appetite. Instead, his kitten was forced to endure mediocre sex and a single, disappointing orgasm without even being filled, all for the sake of love. Though his kitten had been vocal, Lotor could tell that his moans had been forced.
If this was the kind of sex his Kit was having before Lotor found him, his heats must have been unbearable. His Kit had clearly suffered cruel injustices. Thankfully he had Lotor now to take care of his desires and accompany him during his heats. Shirogane had no clue just how wild and passionate Keith could become when he was with the right partner. Maybe he would look for an opportunity to show him what he’d missed.
But that would have to wait for another time. Right now he had to return to his work so that he could hurry home and fuck his Kit the way he deserved.
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Lotor was late getting home that night. He kept getting distracted by his adorable little kitten playing with his sensitive nipples. He looked so frustrated on the screen - the peaked nipples had darkened to a delectable ruby red just begging to be sucked on - and unable to come because he hadn’t received permission. Lotor had ended up calling him to hear his breathy moans and whimpers while he stroked himself, promising him a good fuck when he got home.
Now it was finally that time. Lotor opened the door to his Kit’s room to find him on the bed, ass in the air and already dripping slick around the plug, just waiting for Lotor’s cock to slide in. The bed was shoved to the side so that the room could be split down the middle by a black wall of curtains, hiding what Narti had prepared from view. His Kit must have been curious what was behind the curtains, yet he was obediently waiting for Lotor, spread out on the bed just how he liked him. Lotor wanted to bury himself in his kitten’s wet heat straight away, but this kind of extra good behavior deserved a special reward.
He slapped the round ass in front of him, earning a surprised yelp, and grabbed his Kit’s ankle to drag him to the edge of the bed. Before Keith could react, Lotor cradled him in both arms and carried him over to the curtains.
“I’ve got a present for you, Kit,” he purred, nuzzling the furry ears in front of him and inhaling the scent of his Kit’s arousal.
His kitten gave him a wary look before turning to the curtains. Lotor set him down, then yanked on the fabric and let it fall to the ground to reveal a tall mirror that ran the full length of the wall. His Kit took a few curious steps forward before turning back to Lotor.
“What’s this for?”
“I noticed that you’ve been spending more time checking yourself out in the mirror lately. If you like looking at yourself so much, I don’t mind fucking you in front of one so you can see yourself as you take me,” Lotor said, sauntering over.
“No- That was-” his Kit retreated backwards until his back hit the mirror.
Lotor pressed up against him, leaving no room for escape. He grabbed the back of his kitten’s hair and pulled it down, forcing him to tilt his head back. Lotor leaned down and pressed his nose to his Kit’s scent glands, inhaling deeply. As expected, his scent had gotten stronger.
“You smell excited. Were you hoping for this?”
“No! I didn’t know-”
Lotor chuckled and nipped at his Kit’s scent glands. His silly kitten’s words cut off and transformed into a low moan as his hips jerked forward. While he was distracted, Lotor tugged him away from the mirror. When they were a short distance away, he turned his Kit around to face his reflection.
His eyes roved over his kitten’s lithe form, so small yet able to take so much. The hickeys and bite marks littered all overKeith’s body were in various stages of healing. His Kit’s nipples were almost permanently red and swollen from the daily self-abuse they endured while his kitten waited for Lotor’s return. There was a slight protrusion from his stomach where the eggs were slowly and steadily growing inside his Kit’s womb. His cute little dick was already hard and leaking, and slick was slowly dripping down the insides of his thighs.
There was something erotic about looking at his naked omega through a mirror. His Kit must have felt the same because he was acting unusually shy, turning his head away and trying to hide his erection with his hands.
Lotor took both his wrists in one hand and held them behind his head, using his other to grip his kitten’s chin and forcibly turn him to look back in the mirror.
“You’re so beautiful, Kit. It’s a shame to keep you hidden away all the time.” Lotor tilted his Kit’s head to the side and licked a wet stripe up his neck. “Don’t drop your hands and keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
Lotor released Keith’s wrists and chin, but his Kit obediently followed his instructions and kept them in place. Lotor smoothed the back of his hand down his kitten’s cheek and neck. He skimmed his fingers over the perky nipples, watching the way his Kit’s eyes glazed over when he did.
“Look at how sinful your body is. Don’t you agree that it’s just begging to be fucked.”
After Lotor said that, his Kit arched his back, thrusting his chest forward while sticking his ass out. Lotor smiled at the obvious seduction tactic. It was an effective move and would have worked on lesser men, but Lotor had better control of himself, and he wanted to hear it from his kitten’s mouth first.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” his Kit exhaled, breath hitching when Lotor brought one hand down to fondle his balls.
“You don’t sound like you mean it.” Lotor gave his balls a gentle squeeze to remind his kitten to beg properly.
“I do, I want you to fuck me,” Keith vigorously nodded his head. “Please, alpha, I need you to fuck me. I need your knot inside me,” he pleaded, shaking his ass at Lotor. “I feel so empty without you. Please, Alpha. I need you.”
“Very well, since you begged so nicely,” Lotor smirked and started stripping off his clothes.
His Kit’s eyes tracked his every movement in the mirror. When his cock sprang free, Keith’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed in hunger. Lotor could see the effort it took his Kit not to jump onto it right then and there.
After the last piece of clothing fell to the ground, he pushed Keith forward and made him brace his hands on the mirror. Grabbing his hips, Lotor removed the plug and dragged his cock over his Kit’s ass, spreading the slick over it. When he was sufficiently coated, he drove his hips forward, burying himself inside with a single, powerful thrust. His kitten violently shuddered as he was split open, and Lotor knew that he was desperately trying to hold back his climax.
“You’ve been so good recently, Kit. You can come twice tonight. I’ll even let you choose when,” Lotor said generously.
“Tha- Thank you, alpha,” Keith panted around a moan as Lotor pulled out and slammed back in.
His Kit was too short and he had to lift up onto his toes every time Lotor thrust inside to accommodate the height difference. He didn’t seem to mind, looking content with his cheek pressed up against the mirror as Lotor continued to fuck him, but he couldn’t see himself which defeated the purpose of installing the mirrors. Lotor pulled him back so he was leaning against his chest, then hooked an arm under his Kit’s knee to lift it up. Like this, the deep violet-colored brand on his inner thigh was visible, and the place where they were connected was in full view.
Lotor wrapped his free arm across Keith’s chest to prevent him from falling forward and resumed thrusting into his kitten. With the new angle, he was able to rub his Kit’s sensitive prostate on each thrust, causing the soft walls to tremble enticingly around his cock.
“Kit, look down. Watch how easily you swallow me,” Lotor said.
His kitten’s eyes flicked down to where they were attached, to how obscenely wide his hole had to stretch to be able to fit all of Lotor. His dick twitched and a heady scent instantly filled the air. Without warning, his Kit suddenly came, moaning as he spurted his release onto the mirror.
“Fuck, Kit, coming just from watching me fuck you? I really want to show you off.”
His Kit was utterly boneless after coming and couldn’t continue to stand. Lotor didn’t mind doing all the work; it wasn’t so different from usual. He lifted the other leg so that he was holding his kitten in the air. Afraid that he would fall, his Kit reached back to hold onto Lotor’s shoulders.
Lotor bounced his Kit up and down his cock, relishing the small cries it elicited. Everything was on display in this new position. Neither he nor his Kit could take their eyes off of where they were connected, except to look at his kitten’s stomach where they could see an impression of Lotor’s cock every time he bottomed out. It was always mesmerizing to see, and Lotor never tired of it no matter how many times he saw it.
He thought it was fate when he’d come across his Kit that day six months ago. It was almost a miracle that the omega he’d found suited his tastes so perfectly. Lotor had already come across more omegas than most people did in their entire lives, yet none of them made him want to claim them. It seemed like he’d always been waiting for Keith.
Lotor’s knot began to grow and so did his kitten’s eyes as he watched it slip in and out of his loosened hole. It was incredible seeing something that was originally so small and tight stretch to be able to fit something as large as Lotor’s knot. Just before it got to its full size, Lotor shoved the knot inside and continued to shallowly buck up into his Kit. He mouthed over the swollen scent glands in front of him, encouraging them to release more of their enticing scent.
Enveloped in his Kit’s wet heat and surrounded by his scent, Lotor released inside. Keith followed as his cum filled him, his body writhing in Lotor’s arms from the force of his climax.
“That’s two times, Kit. You’re done for the night,” Lotor reminded after he’d come down from his high.
Then he sat down on the ground in front of the mirror with Keith in his lap, spreading his slender legs on either side of his own so that everything remained in sight. Lotor skimmed his fingers over the brand high up on his pale inner thigh, admiring how well it suited his kitten.
His Kit slumped back against him, but Lotor wasn’t ready to let him rest yet. He teased his Kit’s nipples while he waited for his knot to go down. Just because his Kit was done didn’t mean that he was.
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A strong and heavy arm was draped over Keith’s waist when he woke up. He turned around in Lotor’s hold to face him, the softened cock slipping out of him when he did. The warm mixture of slick and cum that spilled from his hole was uncomfortable. Keith was tempted to finger it all out of himself and lick it clean - it seemed ungrateful of him to let it all go to waste - but he was too tired to act on the urge.
Keith couldn’t see in the dark, but judging by the sound of his even breathing and lack of wandering hands, his alpha was still sleeping. It was one of the rare times when Keith was awake before Lotor, and he took the opportunity to nestle a little closer. He wanted to savor this time where they could just be close without being intimate.
Taking a deep inhale of his alpha’s scent, the feeling of comfort and security washed over Keith. He hated Lotor. He hated Lotor for kidnapping him, raping him, claiming him. But that still didn’t change the fact that it was Lotor who his body desired and responded to.
Keith wrapped his arms around Lotor’s middle and nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck. He was surrounded by his alpha’s warm scent like a protective bubble, and with their bare chests pressed together, Keith could feel their hearts beating together as one. Content, he closed his eyes again and fell back asleep.
When he woke up some time later, it was to a dimly lit room and an empty bed. Keith could hear the water running in the adjoined bathroom and considered joining his alpha in the shower. He turned up the brightness of the lights with the remote on the bedside table and then got out of bed, planning to go to Lotor, when he caught sight of his reflection in the newly-installed wall-length mirror.
Keith padded over to the mirror, eyebrows furrowing as he scrutinized his stomach. He smoothed his hands over it. It wasn’t his imagination, he was getting bigger. His stomach was no longer flat. There was a distinct bump on his lower stomach.
Keith knew that his stomach distended when he was plugged with Lotor’s cum, but most of it had already leaked out earlier. The quantity of food he was provided hadn’t changed since he’d first arrived, so he couldn’t be gaining weight from his diet either. Was it from the lack of exercise? But he was having sex with Lotor every night, and it was more intense than any workout he’d done before.
As a new thought began to form in his mind, the blood drained from Keith’s face and his body turned cold with dread. It couldn’t be.
“Looks like you’re pregnant.”
Keith startled and looked up to find Lotor leaning against the bathroom door frame with only a towel wrapped around his hips, arms crossed and casually observing him.
“What did you say?” Keith asked, distrusting his ears. He couldn’t have heard that correctly.
“I said that it looks like you’re pregnant. You’ve realized it yourself too, haven’t you? That’s why you’re holding your stomach like that,” Lotor said confidently as if it was a matter of fact.
Keith quickly dropped his hands to his sides. “No, it’s- It’s impossible. I can’t be pregnant,” he rejected the concept.
Lotor sauntered toward him. “Why not? You should be the most clear on exactly how many times you’ve taken my knot.”
“I can’t be,” Keith shook his head in denial. “I have to go.”
He tried to move around Lotor and get to the door, but Lotor caught his arm before he could pass him. He pulled Keith to him, back to chest, and forced Keith to stay still while he stroked his stomach.
“You’re carrying my litter in here,” Lotor grinned.
Keith couldn’t say a word. He could only shake his head, the tears that had gathered in his eyes beginning to silently fall down his cheeks.
“If you don’t believe me, I will call the doctor over. We can hear what he has to say.”
“I can’t be pregnant. I can’t go back to Shiro like this,” Keith hung his head in shame.
“Shiro this, Shiro that, I’m tired of hearing about him. He’s long forgotten about you, so you should quickly do the same.”
“You’re wrong! I know Shiro. He’s out there looking for me!”
Lotor sighed. “I didn’t think I’d have to tell you this at this point but he’s not looking for you. No one is.”
“Don’t lie to me! Shiro won’t just give up on me!"
“Maybe not in the beginning but it’s been months, half a year now. There’s been no trails or leads in all this time. No suspects. Not a single clue as to your whereabouts. You don’t believe that he would have been discouraged? Possibly even given up the search?"
“He wouldn’t… He loves me, I know he does,” Keith said, though with slightly less confidence.
“No one is coming to save you,” Lotor whispered, resting his chin on Keith’s head. “You’re in a locked room on my private estate with a team of security watching over you 24/7. Even if you do manage to escape, what do you think will happen once you get out? You know what the law will say. I claimed you, and therefore, you’re mine.”
“No…”
“Aren’t you tired of it all? It must be exhausting fighting your nature every day.” Lotor trailed open-mouthed kisses down the side of Keith’s neck and across his shoulder as he spoke. “Aren’t you tired of resisting your instincts? Don’t you ever want to just give in to it all and let yourself enjoy how you feel with me?”
“I… am…” Keith unwillingly admitted, unconsciously tilting his head to the side to bare more of his neck to his alpha. “I am tired… But I can’t give up. Shiro’s waiting for me to come home.”
“But that’s the thing, he isn’t waiting for you. He’s moved on.”
“No, you’re lying!” Keith pulled himself away from Lotor’s hold and spun around to face him. “Shiro loves me. We love each other. He wouldn’t just leave me!” Lotor was lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be.
“It wasn’t him who left, it was you. And you’ve been gone for half a year. Who’s to say he hasn’t moved on by now?”
“He- he wouldn’t… At least, not so soon…”
“Are you sure? Half a year is a long time.”
Keith was confident in his own feelings for Shiro and knew that he wouldn’t be able to fall in love with someone else after only six months, possibly even for the rest of his life. But could he say the same for Shiro?
Keith loved hard and he’d only ever been in love with Shiro. He’d loved him for years before they even got together. Shiro was kind and had a big heart and so much love to give. He loved and wanted to be loved in return. Without Keith there, would he look for someone else to direct his affections toward and to receive that same love from?
“I recall seeing him at The Black Lion with another man the other day.”
Keith’s heart dropped. That was their restaurant. It wasn’t expensive or romantic by any means, but that was his and Shiro’s place. They never went there with other people.
“I seem to have heard Shirogane calling him Curtis? Does that name ring a bell?”
Keith’s blood ran cold. Curtis. He was Shiro’s coworker and Keith knew that he had been eyeing his boyfriend since they started working together. Keith never felt worried or threatened by him because Shiro’s love for him was obvious and he would never cheat. But with Keith out of the picture, it seemed there was nothing to stop Curtis from moving into his place and Shiro from letting him.
“They looked very intimate, holding hands across the table, sharing a strawberry smoothie. I saw them leaning in for a kiss before I turned the corner."
Keith paled. He didn’t want to believe any of the things Lotor was telling him, but he had no reason to lie. Lotor already controlled his every action and reaction, as much as someone could control another person. He had nothing to gain by telling him these lies.
Shiro really had given up on him.
“Now forget about Shirogane,” Lotor said, pulling Keith back to him. “The next time you mention him, I’ll send him one of the videos of you begging for my knot. There are so many to choose from, I wonder which one he’d like. I’m sure he won’t ever be able to forget you after watching any one of those.” He smirked, “You’d like that, Kit, wouldn’t you?”
Lotor took the opportunity while Keith was frozen to scoop him up and carry him back to the bed. Keith didn’t struggle because he knew it would be useless, and if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to. Shiro had moved on. The only thing Keith had left in the world was Lotor, and if he pushed him away, he’d have nothing.
Keith threw an arm over his eyes to hide the tears silently streaming from them. Lotor took him into his mouth while his fingers played with his entrance. As usual, he did what he pleased with Keith’s body with complete disregard for his feelings. Unlike previously, however, this time Keith appreciated it. He didn’t want to think about how he was abandoned yet again by someone he trusted and loved. Lotor’s actions helped him to forget.
He took a shuddering breath as Lotor sucked him deeper into his mouth until Keith hit the back of his throat. The long fingers inside him curled to rub his sensitive walls as they felt for his prostate.
“Come, Kit,” his alpha pulled off his dick to gently coax before swallowing him back down to the hilt.
Keith’s mind went blissfully blank as he came down his alpha’s throat, hiccuping around his moans as his alpha skillfully used his tongue to drag out his climax. After he finished releasing everything he had to give, the only thing remaining in Keith’s mind was how his alpha had yet to be satisfied and that it was his duty and privilege as his omega to fix that.
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Shiro sat in the corner booth of his and Keith’s restaurant, except it wasn’t Keith sitting across from him. Instead, it was Curtis who was sitting in Keith’s seat, talking animatedly to him like he had been for the past 20 minutes. When he was finally done relating his story, there was a short lull in the conversation. Shiro hoped that he would take it as a cue to leave, but instead Curtis took a deep breath before reaching across the table to grasp both of Shiro’s hands in his own.
“Captain Shirogane-”
“I’m not Captain anymore,” Shiro interrupted, frowning down at their joined hands. He’d quit his job after Keith’s kidnapping and dedicated all his time into looking for him.
“You’ll always be my captain,” Curtis insisted. “And Captain, there’s been something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but the timing’s just never been right. But I think it might be right now,” he smiled at him hopefully.
Shiro lifted his head and looked at him curiously, wondering what he was going to say.
“I think you know that I admire you, and I have since even before you became a captain. You were always the biggest presence in the room and commanded everyone’s attention and respect even before your promotion. You’re strong and intelligent but also kind, and people are drawn to you. I was drawn to you.” Curtis gave Shiro’s hands a squeeze. “I never said anything because I could see how happy you were with Keith, but now that he’s gone…”
Shiro’s lips pursed into a thin line.
“Well it’s been six months now. You can’t stay in his shadow forever. Keith would have wanted you to move on and live your life. He wouldn’t have wanted to be the cause of so much unhappiness for you. Don’t you think so?” Curtis asked but Shiro didn’t respond. “Captain… Takashi, I like you. What do you say? Do you want to try moving on with me?” Curtis finished.
“Why are you talking about Keith as if he’s dead?” Shiro asked coldly. He pulled his hands away and balled them into fists in his lap.
“Isn’t he?" Curtis asked in genuine confusion. "He disappeared over half a year ago. If he isn’t dead, then he’s bonded with an alpha and already forgotten you. Don’t keep pining over a guy like that. You need to find your own happiness,” he finished gently, as if he was saying all this for Shiro’s sake.
“And I should do that with you?” Shiro's vision was beginning to taint red with hatred.
“Well, yes. I could make you happy if you’d let me. Just give me a chance, Takashi. I know you’ll come to like me after getting to know me more. I’ll be good for you.”
“What the hell do you know? Keith isn’t dead. And he hasn’t bonded with an alpha.” Shiro’s shoulders shook as he tried to contain his fury. “Don’t talk as if you know what he wants. You don’t know him. You were never even friends," he seethed. "I think you should leave.”
Curtis looked shocked by his adverse reaction, but Shiro didn't know what he expected after telling him that Keith was either dead or bonded. Did he think that Shiro would just give up on Keith and start dating him?
“You’re going to waste the rest of your life chasing after a guy who’s either already cold in the ground or enjoying being fucked by someone else!” Curtis raised his voice in frustration.
Attracted by the commotion, the servers and few other diners in the restaurant turned to look at them. Curtis took a deep breath through his nose to calm himself, then grabbed his bag of takeout that had probably already gone cold.
“I think we should both take a step back to think things through clearly. I will leave for now but this doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Maybe it’s still too soon and you’re not ready to move on yet but just think about it. It’s not healthy to destroy yourself over something that’s out of your control. You’ll see that I only want what’s best for you.”
The door closed behind Curtis, and Shiro let out an exhausted sigh. He had come here to feel closer to Keith, not to be told that he was a lost cause. He hadn’t expected to run into Curtis here picking up takeout, or that he’d come over after noticing Shiro. He never thought that Keith was actually right when he told Shiro that Curtis liked him.
Shiro shook his head to clear his thoughts. He didn’t want to waste more time thinking about Curtis. He had more important things to think about and pulled out several files from his bag. Inside one of the files was the little information Coran had gathered about Keith’s kidnapping, but that was left to the side as Shiro pulled out the thicker pile of documents from the other files. He received these files from Lotor a few days ago, and they contained possible leads into Keith’s whereabouts.
According to what was in the files, there were three omega brothels in the city. Shiro had almost collapsed when he realized the immensity of the scale of operations they ran and the prominence they had among those in high positions of power. These brothels were located in the heart of the city in the business district, hidden in plain sight and disguised as some innocent, unassuming shop or buried underground beneath the lowest floors of government offices for convenient access.
When he’d first received this information, Shiro had run out of the apartment and charged to the nearest brothel without even reading further than its location. On the outside, it appeared no different than any other high-end restaurant. But according to Lotor’s report, they offered private rooms in the back where those who could afford it could also enjoy raping an omega along with their food and wine.
Shiro didn’t know if Keith was there or not, but he couldn’t just stay still and do nothing when there was a possibility that he was. He tried to charge into the building but was unexpectedly stopped before he got more than a few steps inside. Apparently no one was allowed in without a reservation, and they were booked months in advance.
He couldn’t wait that long. Shiro tried to push his way past the security guards - Why would a restaurant need security guards if it wasn't doing something sinister behind the scenes? - but he was outnumbered and held back. He was forced out the doors, and without the connections that he needed, there was no way to get inside. Shiro ungraciously took his leave and that was how he found himself at The Black Lion, planning his next move.
Scanning through the documents again, Shiro considered what the best course of action to bring Keith back would be. It was clear that he didn’t have the power or influence to take down the brothels on his own. But if it was Marmora, that would be a different story. The information was too big for them to ignore or put on the backburner. They would have to take a stand against them.
Now that he’d decided on his next move, Shiro gathered up the documents and left the restaurant, heading directly to Marmora’s headquarters.
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A little over two months had passed since the eggs attached to his kitten’s womb. His Kit didn’t have an inkling of suspicion that they weren’t real. He even took the news of his pregnancy better than Lotor had expected, after the initial panic. Keith only attempted to kill the “fetus” twice before giving up, though not by choice.
The second time, his Kit had severely injured himself, and Lotor had been forced to only use his mouth for the two weeks it took him to heal. He should have allowed three weeks for his kitten to recover completely but Lotor wasn’t a saint. It was unreasonable to expect him to wait so long to fuck his Kit, especially now when he always smelled like he was only days away from entering heat.
Additionally, the eggs required his cum to grow. As Lotor couldn’t release directly inside while Keith was healing, he had to keep a store of his cum and use a syringe to carefully fill his kitten. It was more of an inconvenience than anything else, but easily done now that his Kit was restrained at all times.
While Lotor was away at work, his Kit’s wrists were cuffed to the bedposts to prevent him from making any more attempts at “aborting” the “fetus” and hurting himself. One of his guards would come in periodically to allow his Kit to use the bathroom, but that was the only time he was freed, and that guard wasn’t to take his eyes off of Keith for even a second.
For his Kit’s meals, he was spoon-fed. It seemed his kitten thought it took away his dignity - Lotor was surprised he thought he had any left - and he tried to go on a hunger strike but was easily dissuaded from it. All he had to do was come on his Kit’s meals, and the scent alone would be enough temptation for him to take a bite.
Lotor punched the code into the keypad and entered his Kit’s room. The scent of an approaching heat permeated the air, and he took a deep inhale as he made his way toward the bed. Keith’s heats should temporarily stop after being impregnated, but as this wasn’t a real pregnancy, his heats would continue as usual. Although it wasn’t yet time for his kitten’s heat, the hormones released from the eggs had changed his scent to make it seem like he was in perpetual preheat.
His kitten’s stomach had also grown significantly in the past month. Now it was obvious to anyone who saw him that he was pregnant. His stomach was so round that he looked as though he would give birth any day now. It was harder for his Kit to move now, when he was permitted, and he couldn’t reach around his swollen belly to get a hand around his dick or his fingers in his ass. It was solely by Lotor’s will if he came or not.
As a matter of course, Lotor had punished his Kit during the time he was recovering from his botched “abortion” attempt by forbidding him from coming. That had been an exceptionally challenging two weeks for his kitten - and Lotor - but Lotor kept a firm hand when disciplining his pet. Leniency was equivalent to weakness, and he couldn’t have his Kit questioning who was the one with the power in their relationship.
Now that the difficult two weeks had passed, Lotor still kept his kitten restrained when he wasn’t around. It deterred any further attempts at a self-induced “abortion” and eliminated all possibility of other acts of disobedience. As it was, his Kit could only lie on his back obediently while he waited for Lotor to release his cuffs.
Lotor sat on the bed, pushing the damp hair off his Kit’s forehead. The vivid violet eyes that had been clouded over as they stared unseeing at the ceiling now shone bright as they focused on him, watching Lotor’s every movement. They fell shut when he leaned down for a kiss, both of their mouths opening before their lips even made contact. Lotor slipped his tongue inside, tasting his kitten who purred as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, they were both panting and hard.
Lotor skimmed his hands up his Kit’s arms and released them from the cuffs. Keith tried to sit up with difficulty, and Lotor chuckled seeing his kitten struggle. He benevolently helped pull him up by the arms so that they were facing each other.
His Kit immediately got to work on Lotor’s belt, eager as always to be fucked. While he was busy with that, Lotor massaged the delicate nape of his neck and inhaled the fresh wave of sweet pheromones that released.
Once his cock was freed from its confines, his kitten immediately took him into his mouth. Lotor allowed him to lick and suck him to his heart's content while he rolled around the thick plug inside his ass. His Kit moaned around his cock, and the vibrations were just on the side of too little. Lotor shoved his head down until he was halfway down his throat, relishing in how it spasmed and convulsed around him. He yanked his kitten’s head back by the hair when he released, painting his kitten’s face in a thick, milky white. His Kit happily opened his mouth to catch what he could, then used his hands to wipe and lick off the rest.
“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees,” Lotor ordered.
Keith scrambled into position, raising his ass and giving Lotor a clear view of his tight hole. The rim was a tempting red and glistening from the slick and cum leaking out around the plug. Lotor wriggled the plug around while gradually easing it out, admiring how the resilient hole stretched around the widest part before contracting back only slightly, leaving his kitten gaping around air. The flood of fluid that left his Kit after the plug was removed was seemingly endless, pouring down his trembling thighs.
“Close your legs and squeeze your thighs together.”
“Yes, Alpha,” his Kit immediately obeyed.
Lotor held his kitten’s hips in place and watched as his cock disappeared between the supple thighs in front of him. They were soaked, coating him in the slick that had been kept warm inside his Kit all day. Lotor slowly moved back and forth, spreading it over his cock as he brought himself back to full hardness. His kitten whimpered when Lotor’s cock dragged along his balls and the underside of his own dick, and he tilted his hips up to feel more of the friction.
His Kit’s hole twitched from the lack of something filling him, so Lotor generously pushed in three fingers. He didn’t need to attend to his kitten’s pleasure, but he was in a good mood and felt like indulging him.
He moved his fingers around, feeling the soft walls pulse around them. They throbbed and clenched around his digits when he stroked them just so, and his Kit mewled in contentment when he curled his fingers to graze over his prostate. He was so sensitive now, gushing slick before Lotor even entered him.
Sufficiently coated, Lotor pulled his cock out from between his Kit’s thighs and lined it up to his entrance. In one smooth stroke, he plunged inside, the slide made easy from the excess slick. There was no resistance at all; his kitten effortlessly and greedily welcomed him inside.
Lotor started up a leisurely pace, taking pleasure in the feeling of fucking his Kit who was full of growing eggs. It was an odd sensation - they were wet and slippery, soft and pliant - but enjoyable in its uniqueness. He could feel the bloated eggs close in around his cock each time he pushed in to the hilt.
As Lotor savored the unfamiliar sensation, Keith started rocking back on his cock, impatiently urging him to speed up.
“Patience, Kit,” Lotor reproved with a grin on his face.
His Kit froze at the warning, and his body trembled from the effort it took to hold himself back. Lotor continued his unhurried pace for several more minutes, enjoying his kitten’s increasingly needy and pitiful moans.
“I love it when you follow my orders so well,” Lotor said after he had his fun teasing his Kit. He praised, “Such a good omega for me,” giving an approving pat to his Kit’s ass, and added, “Here’s your reward.”
He withdrew until only the very tip of the head of his cock was still inside, then abruptly slammed his hips forward. His Kit jerked forward with a cry, almost falling on his face before managing to catch himself. Lotor didn’t give him a chance to regain his balance before starting up a relentless pace. Wordless cries echoed in the room as his kitten was quickly lost in pleasure. His body was so responsive, squeezing tightly around Lotor’s cock each time he buried himself inside, as if to keep him there.
Lotor leaned forward and draped himself over Keith’s back. He rested his hands on either side of his large stomach, feeling how it swayed in time with his thrusts. The movement was mesmerizing and the sheer eroticism of having his Kit so full of his seed that he appeared pregnant was undeniable.
The eggs jostled as he fucked in and out of his kitten’s wet heat. Lotor wondered how it felt for his Kit, if it was as addicting for Keith as it was for him. The sounds his Kit was making made it seem like it was, though they could just be attributed to his addiction to Lotor’s cock and not the extra fullness of having the eggs inside.
Lotor wanted to show this kind of cock-addicted Keith to Shirogane. He’d already given him the location of a few of his father’s whorehouses, just to keep his flicker of hope from going out. But what kind of reaction would he have if he saw his precious fiance begging for someone else’s cock? How devastated would he be to see him begging to be knotted by an alpha?
The image of Shirogane’s anguish and despair when he realized it was too late to get Keith back was too appealing. The next time Lotor bottomed out, he released inside his Kit, filling him with his cum.
His climax had come over him too abruptly while his knot had yet to inflate. Without the need to wait for it to go down, Lotor was able to continue fucking his Kit without pause. He rolled them over onto their sides, rubbing his hands over his kitten’s swollen stomach and mouthing at his scent glands.
Time passed by in a blur of arousal and pleasure. Lotor lost track of how many times he came by the time he was finally satiated, but his Kit had long passed out from exhaustion.
He nudged a thick plug into his kitten’s ass to seal his spend inside to grow the eggs, then pulled his Kit into his chest, finally settling down to sleep.
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It took longer than it should have for Shiro to convince Marmora that the information he had was legitimate and could be trusted, then even more time for Marmora to collaborate with the police to come up with a plan to take down the brothels and everyone involved. The operation had to be full-proof, or they would risk the possibility of some people escaping during the commotion.
Shiro was impatient and anxious to get Keith out, but even he understood that they had to do this right. He couldn’t stand to let Keith stay there for even a day longer, but as frustrating as it was, he knew he was powerless to do anything on his own.
Finally, over two months after Shiro first brought the information to Marmora, everything was in place to take down the first brothel. The restaurant was surrounded by police at the front, back, and sides, leaving no route for escape unattended. Shiro anxiously hid in wait in the building across the street with the leaders of the Blades. Kolivan’s hand was in a vice grip on his shoulder to prevent him from forcing his way into places he shouldn’t be. No matter how much Shiro protested otherwise, he didn’t have the authority or position to go in with the police.
The police stood on standby for several hours doing god knows what until they finally commenced the raid late into the night. As soon as it began, Shiro broke free from Kolivan’s grasp and stormed in with the police. He rushed past the bewildered restaurant-goers at the front and ran to the back where the private rooms were located. While the police were busy apprehending the people in the first rooms as quietly as possible so as not to cause a commotion and alert the people in the back, Shiro ran ahead, ignoring the orders coming from behind. He opened every door he passed, looking in and frantically searching for Keith.
Shiro was horrified by the things he saw.
Many of the clients were familiar to Shiro. He recognized actors, singers, politicians, influential personalities. He was appalled that so many prominent and powerful figures would support the illegal trafficking of omegas and even participate in the criminal activity themselves.
In the first room, there was a man fucking an omega who looked like he’d passed out hours ago. In another, there was a woman whipping a frail omega who was hung by chains attached to the ceiling. The poor omega looked like he hadn’t even turned eighteen yet and was already forced to suffer such cruel atrocities. There was a room where various devices that looked more suited to torture were attached to two omegas who were screaming and begging for the torment to stop.
All the omegas were unconscious or delirious. It was likely that nearly all of them were drugged into heat, and without exception, they were all covered in painful-looking bruises, crying and begging for relief of some sort, whether it be a cessation of the pain or a long sought-after release. None of them seemed as if they enjoyed the treatment they received. They looked to be in pain, from physical torture, overstimulation, the lack of fulfillment of their heat needs, or any combination of those, and yet none of the clients seemed to care. If this was any other situation, Shiro would have tried to help and comfort the omegas, but right now his priority was on finding Keith.
Shiro searched through the rooms one by one, leaving no door unopened. He didn’t spend long in each one, just enough to see that the omega inside wasn’t the one he was looking for. There were over twenty private rooms and soon Shiro came upon the final door.
He opened the door to find four men surrounding an omega who was restrained in an old-fashioned pillory, three standing in the front and one in the back. The pillory was at waist height, forcing the omega to bend over at a ninety degree angle. The omega was being speared on a man’s cock, and someone had forced a dildo in beside it, stretching his ass dangerously wide. The omega was facing away from the door, so Shiro could only see the furry black ears poking out from the top of his head, but his build and physique were identical to Keith’s.
Shiro entered the room, deaf to the shouts of the other men over the sound of blood pounding in his ears. There was a man sitting off to the side who he hadn’t noticed before who came over to shove Shiro back out, but he wouldn’t leave without Keith. As he forced his way closer, he saw that the three men in front of the omega were simultaneously receiving a blowjob and handjobs. The omega had tears streaming down his cheeks, choking and gagging on the cock being forced down his throat.
Shiro dropped to his knees. It wasn’t Keith. Keith wasn’t here.
He didn’t know whether to be happy or despair over that fact.
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“Wait! Stop!” Keith urgently cried as he was speared on his alpha’s cock. He fisted one hand into the sheets beside his head, grounding himself after an unexpected surge of pain in his lower belly, and left the other hand holding his round stomach to protect it from his alpha's vigorous movements.
His alpha paused, perplexed by his sudden change in tone.
“The baby-” Keith panted, “I think it’s coming.”
As if in agreement, his insides spasmed and contracted, almost to the point of pain. He was so full, almost too full. There was no space left inside of him. His stomach was so big, it was hard to believe that the baby would be able to come out of him, except that it was about to happen.
“You’re right, it seems as if your contractions have begun,” his alpha agreed, giving an experimental thrust.
“Ahh! ” Keith cried. “What are you doing? Pull out!” He looked down at his alpha over the roundness of his stomach, eyes wide with panic when he didn’t stop.
“It feels rather nice,” his alpha pushed Keith’s knees even further apart and rolled his hips, stirring his insides. “We should continue, it’ll loosen you up for the birth.”
Before Keith could protest again, his alpha started fucking him with renewed vigor. The thrusts were shallow but powerful, punching out little gasps as he reached into the deepest corners of Keith’s womb with each brutal stroke. Keith would have enjoyed it at any other time, but right now there was only pain. Each thrust felt like it was pushing the baby back into him when all he wanted was to get it out. He needed to get it out.
“Stop! Ahh- I can’t- It hurts!” Keith sobbed. His insides writhed and convulsed as he tried to push both his alpha and the baby out. Instead, it pleasured his alpha, having the opposite effect of making it so that he didn’t want to pull out.
He kicked his legs and thrashed his arms in an effort to get his alpha off of him, but he only succeeded in angering him. His alpha let one of Keith’s legs drop to the mattress and used his freed hand to take one of his nipples between his fingers and harshly pinched and pulled it to the point of pain. Keith cried out, back arching into the bed to try to pull away. Annoyed with his sobbing, his alpha covered his mouth with his large hand to muffle Keith’s cries and complaints.
His alpha paused his movements to warn Keith in a low growl, “Behave, Kit. You know better than to act like this.”
Keith nodded and took a deep, shuddering breath. He couldn’t disobey his alpha and he really didn’t want to, even if it was painful. He had to endure this for his alpha.
His alpha gave him a shallow smile and removed his hand from his mouth. “Let me finish and then we’ll get those kits out of you. Since this is a celebratory occasion, you’re free to come as much as you like.”
Kits? Keith was startled at the use of the plural but was quickly distracted when his alpha started ruthlessly driving into him at a savage pace. As grateful as Keith was to have received permission to come, it was too painful for him to feel any pleasure. He could only grit his teeth and endure his alpha’s passion until he was allowed to give birth.
His alpha must have noticed that Keith wasn’t enjoying it because he brought a hand up to his chest, gently massaging the nipple he had pinched earlier to soothe away the lingering ache before alternatingly tweaking and flicking it.
Keith thrust his chest up, back arching off the bed, to chase after his alpha’s skillful fingers when it left him. Instead of returning to his nipple, they picked up his fallen leg and pushed it back with the other, so he was folded back as far as was physically possible with his stomach in the way. His alpha suddenly picked up the pace, drilling into his ass at an impossible speed with immeasurable force.
Without the pleasure to divert his attention, Keith began to cry at the pain once more. He covered his mouth with his own hands this time to suppress the sounds, unwilling to anger his alpha again. Luckily his alpha didn’t even notice. He had his head thrown back in ecstasy and was being more vocal about his pleasure than was typical for him.
He pulled out when he released, thankfully refraining from knotting him. As ribbons of hot cum shot onto his stomach, Keith’s own orgasm tore through him as a gush of slick spilled from his ass, and with it, something large popped out.
Keith wasn’t sure if it was because of his climax, but it was less painful than he’d expected it to be. The baby had felt oddly soft and squishy when it came out of him, and much smaller than the size of his stomach suggested.
Despite the baby already leaving his body, Keith still felt full. He glanced down to have a look and saw that his stomach had only slightly shrunk. “Why isn’t it going down? What’s wrong?” he asked, the distress in his voice clearly heard.
“You need to keep pushing. You have more than one.”
Keith paled. He never suspected that he’d be having twins. He didn’t want to but there was nothing else to do but push again. When the second baby came out, putting pressure on his prostate as it passed through him, Keith came again. It was different from the climaxes he had with his alpha where the pleasure steadily built until it spilled over. These were sudden and unexpected and caught him off guard.
After coming down from his high, Keith looked down to take stock of his condition and saw that his stomach was still large even after that. This was already more than he had prepared for. He just wanted it all to be over. He closed his eyes and beared down again, trying to get the last one out. To his surprise, three more popped out in quick succession, causing his dick to twitch as it released pitiful spurts of cum to join the already-formed puddle on his shrinking stomach. By the time they all came out and his stomach was flat again, Keith was exhausted.
He dropped his head back onto the mattress and his limbs went limp, occasionally twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasms. He closed his eyes. It was finally over.
“-it… Kit… Kit… Keith...”
Keith came around to the sound of his alpha’s deep voice calling for him. He must have dozed off. He blinked his eyes open and turned his head to look at his alpha.
“Kit, would you like to see them?” his alpha asked.
Keith hesitated. His alpha hadn’t allowed the doctors to tell him anything during the pregnancy, saying that he wanted it to be a surprise, so Keith didn’t know anything about his babies. He didn’t know their sex or even that there were five in his stomach.
Even though he was shocked that there were five, they were his and his alpha’s kits. He’d never given birth before. Keith was curious to know what they looked like. How many were boys and how many were girls? Would they have white or black hair? Golden or violet eyes? Would they be alphas or omegas?
Keith hoped that they took more after his alpha; he was so pretty. He could already imagine five toddlers running around the room, two boys and three girls. They would have a mix of his alpha’s and his own features, some with white hair and violet eyes, others with black hair and golden eyes. The youngest girl would be an omega. She would have cat ears like Keith, and unlike him, a short fluffy tail. The other four would be alphas, and the girls would be bigger and stronger than the boys in their early years until the boys shot up during puberty.
All of their children would be spoiled. Keith would shower them with affection, and he would never be able to say no to any of their requests. His alpha would buy them everything their hearts desired and teach them about the family business when they grew old enough. Keith would be their confidant when they had troubles or secrets to confide, and his alpha would protect them from anyone who dared to bully them, if there was someone foolish enough to try.
Keith had never had a family of his own, but he could picture what theirs would be like so clearly in his mind that his heart throbbed with want. Five children would be challenging to raise at once, but they were his and his alpha’s children. He wanted them.
Keith hesitantly nodded, anticipating holding his first child. His alpha helped prop him up into a sitting position, and when he was comfortable, handed him a large balloon-like ball. It was approximately the size of a softball with a thick, skin-like membrane filled with a cloudy fluid.
Keith looked up at his alpha in confusion, who only smiled and set four more of the same balls beside him.
“This is our litter.”
“I don’t understand…” He looked down at the ball in his hands.
“You were never pregnant. You kept begging me to breed you so consider this a trial pregnancy,” his alpha said. “Did you enjoy it? I know I did. It felt great fucking you with them inside, and you looked even better with a full stomach of my litter. I’m tempted to put a real one in you now.” He rubbed a large hand over Keith’s empty stomach, spreading the slowly-drying cum.
“So I’m not… There are… no babies?” Keith only now realized that he hadn’t heard any crying when he’d given birth.
“None,” his alpha agreed, watching Keith like a hawk. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Keith nodded absently but he was still so confused, especially by how he felt. He should have been relieved, he didn’t want to have children with his alpha. But at the same time, he felt almost disappointed. But that was ridiculous. The thought of having children with his alpha terrified him, though he currently couldn’t remember the reason for his fear.
His alpha seemed to sense the conflicting emotions inside him. “Are you disappointed? I can still put a real one in you.”
His alpha’s hand slid further down, past his flaccid dick to his gaping ass. His fingers felt around the stretched out hole, dipping inside and exploring the oversensitive cavern. Keith’s breathing grew heavy and his legs parted of their own accord.
“Would you like that? Do you want to have my litter?” his alpha nearly purred.
Keith nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. After a short pause, he finally admitted, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t have to decide now. We have the rest of our lives to make a decision.” His alpha leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses over Keith’s nape and encourage his pheromones to release. “But first…”
His alpha rolled on top of Keith, smoothly re-entering him. “Let’s continue where we left off.”
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With Marmora and the police working together to bust the illegal brothel, they were able to successfully apprehend the omega traffickers and brothel workers, as well as their clientele. Disturbingly, many of them were rich and influential with connections to people in positions of power. From Shiro’s perspective, they all deserved to be sentenced to life in prison, but most were able to get off with a minimal fine and a few with only a warning.
Of the thirty-some omegas being prostituted at this single brothel, all of them had been kidnapped from their families and homes. A few were as young as twelve or thirteen, though the majority were in their late teens and early twenties. After being freed from the brothel, the majority were placed in rehabilitation centers, but several of the top brass were alphas and had already claimed an omega. As the law stated that alpha and omega mates weren’t to be separated, those unfortunate omegas were forced to remain with their rapists and abusers.
Whether it was fortunate or not, Keith wasn’t among the group of omegas being prostituted at this brothel. Shiro didn’t know whether to feel relief or despair.
Despite the operation being a failure in his eyes, Marmora and the police were hailed as heroes by the small community of omegas and their sympathizers. The police were able to find intel on the brothel’s servers of other similar establishments and the slaves trafficked there, including the two others that Lotor had sent him information on. But by the time the police made it to those locations, they had already long been cleared out.
Shiro felt anger and resentment at the fact that they were too late and had missed their chance to take down the other brothels. If Marmora and the police had trusted him and worked faster and more discreetly, the outcome would have been different. Instead, they had spent too much time verifying the authenticity of Shiro’s information and only agreed to investigate one location when they finally confirmed it. By the time the first raid ended, it was already too late. The other brothels were immediately alerted when the raid began and had inconspicuously disappeared along with their own kidnapped omegas.
Shiro insisted on going with the police to search each location, and because of his connections with Allura, he was granted permission to follow, though he wasn’t allowed inside the buildings until after the police had done their initial sweep of the place. They found few things of interest. The majority of what was left behind were sex toys and torture tools, things that could easily be repurchased. The data on the computers were all wiped clean, if the hardware wasn’t already too damaged for them to access.
At the final brothel they searched, the police found a single clue. Among the ashes of burned documents and rubble of smashed computers, an officer picked up a small flash drive labeled with Keith’s name. Shiro didn’t know about it until several days later, when Allura called to tell him they’d found something regarding Keith. Shiro rushed to the station, ignoring Allura’s warnings about how it didn’t hold any helpful information and wasn’t worth watching. Shiro needed to see how Keith was. Any update was better than none.
He was let into a private room towards the back of the station where a laptop was waiting open on a table. Allura chose to not watch it with him, but as the information was police evidence and Shiro wasn’t police, another officer was required to stay in the room with him. It didn't matter to Shiro either way as long as he could see Keith. He immediately sat down at the table and played the video.
Shiro sucked in a sharp breath, frozen in his seat. It was a recording of Keith being raped.
He immediately wanted to shut it off, but he couldn’t make himself move. Keith was gagged, arms bound behind his back and a spreader bar locked around his ankles. His face was pressed into an alpha’s crotch - Shiro could tell that he wasn’t human by the bumps on his cock - while another alpha - with fewer but larger bumps - fucked him from behind. After a few minutes, the one fucking him abruptly pulled out and left, only to return with a cat o’ nine tails and begin whipping Keith. There was no audio to the video, but Shiro could still hear Keith’s muffled cries echoing in his mind.
When Keith’s skin was almost a bloody red, the alpha got back behind him and resumed fucking him while punctuating his thrusts with hard smacks to Keith’s ass. After the alpha came on his back, another one climbed up to replace him. This one had a tail and the bumps on his cock were more pointed, similar to the barbs on a cat’s penis.
Shiro felt distraught for Keith when he was penetrated by that painful-looking monstrosity. Keith was yanked by his hair up into a kneeling position, and Shiro noticed the cock ring he was made to wear. The first alpha - Shiro could tell that this one was the leader - came up in front of Keith to abuse his nipples while the one behind began choking him with the collar around his neck. Even on the small screen Shiro could see his eyes start to glaze over and his consciousness begin to fade.
Blessing or not, the alpha came before Keith passed out and freed him from his chokehold. It was a few minutes before the next alpha came up behind him. This one ate Keith out while stroking his dick, forcing him to come even with the cock ring tight around his dick. When he entered Keith, he was gentler than the first two and seemed intent on making him feel pleasure too.
Shiro abruptly stood up, knocking his chair to the floor when the alpha bit down right below Keith’s nape. Keith was wearing a collar but Shiro didn’t know how close the bite had to be for an omega to be claimed.
The leader tore away the one who bit Keith by the hair while the two others who’d already fucked him earlier came up to restrain his arms and a third new alpha gagged him. The leader freed Keith from his own gag, only to force his cock down his throat while he was trying to catch his breath. While he forced Keith to swallow down more of him, the other three wrenched back the alpha still inside Keith.
This was the first time Shiro had seen an alpha’s knot that wasn’t a diagram in a resource book, and he flinched imagining how much pain it must have caused Keith when it was forcefully yanked out. He hadn’t known that it could grow to be so big, and Keith was so small compared to the alphas. Shiro knew that he was tough and had endured pain in the past but it was nothing like this.
Two of the alphas dragged the one who’d bitten Keith away while the larger one stayed. Together, he and the leader released Keith from the spreader bar and bindings around his arms. Keith spoke with the leader while shielding his collar with a fearful look on his face. Shiro didn’t know what was said, but soon Keith dropped his hands and the alpha removed his collar.
“NO!!” Shiro roared, slamming his hands onto the table when the alpha bit Keith’s nape. “No! No, no, no, no!” Each denial was punctuated with a pound of his fist.
How could this be?! Keith had been bitten. He was claimed. Tears overflowed from Shiro’s eyes. He would never accept it!
But deep down he knew, in the eyes of the law, Keith now belonged to that alpha.
Shiro stared blankly at the screen, unseeing until the larger alpha began to close in on Keith. This alpha was immense, and Shiro dreaded what he knew was going to happen next.
Keith was on his back this time, continuing to thrash around even when his legs were caught. Shiro held his breath as the alpha began pushing his cock into Keith. Except that apparently he couldn’t.
Shiro let out a small sigh of relief when the alpha pulled away, only to tense up again when the alpha shoved three thick fingers into Keith. After a fourth, he was thankfully given lube, but Shiro paled when he realized what they were trying to do.
Keith was made to come again, and when he did, the larger alpha forced his hand into him. The protrusion from Keith’s stomach was terrifying, even more so when it started to move. Then the alpha began punching his fist in and out of Keith’s ass, and Shiro swore he could hear Keith’s screams even though there was no sound coming from the laptop.
After too long, the alpha seemed to have finally had enough. He withdrew his hand and drove his monstrous cock in in its place. Keith jerked with each thrust and then was flipped onto his stomach so that he could be forced to give the leader another blowjob while he was being fucked.
It was little relief when the larger alpha pulled out to come on Keith’s back because the leader then took Keith’s head and held him down on his cock while he struggled to breathe. Shiro was afraid that he was going to witness Keith’s death, but the alpha pulled his head back just in time to release on his face.
They were soon joined again by the alpha who had whipped Keith, who immediately shoved his fist into his ass upon noticing how loose it was. It was a testament to how broken and defeated Keith was that he barely even reacted to the intrusion.
The leader suddenly rose up from the bed and walked to the middle of the room. Shiro was confused when he started stroking himself and released onto the floor. Keith was dropped off the bed and something was said, and he crawled over to the leader. The alpha stepped on Keith’s head and forced it down, making him lick up the spilled cum. When he’d licked every last drop, the alpha squatted down and cupped Keith’s face, the action a mockery of something Shiro often did himself.
The video froze there and some text slowly appeared over top of the image.
I’LL TAKE CARE OF HIM FROM HERE.
Shiro fell to the ground, staring in horror at the screen. Keith was kidnapped. Keith was raped. Keith was claimed. And not only that, someone was having fun leading Shiro around by the nose while he desperately searched for Keith.
He looked over at the officer in the room with him, hoping for some sort of comfort or assurance that they’d be able to find Keith from whatever information they were able to obtain from this horrible recording. What he saw instead was the man rubbing himself over his pants, hard from the video of Keith being gangraped.
Shiro retched and turned his head away to puke. After he’d emptied the contents of his stomach, he stumbled out of the room.He couldn’t stay for a second longer in the same room as that disgusting piece of trash or he would get arrested for assaulting an officer.
He stumbled to Allura’s office and slammed the door behind him.
“Shiro…” she said sympathetically with a knowing look, standing up and coming around to the front of her desk.
“Did you- That video- Keith, he-” Shiro’s thoughts were a mess after witnessing the love of his life being repeatedly raped. He began to hyperventilate, gasping for oxygen. His chest hurt. He couldn’t breathe.
“Breathe, Shiro. You need to breathe. Do it with me,” Allura commanded.
Allura calmly and firmly guided Shiro out of his panic attack. After several long minutes of just sitting on the ground together in mutual silence, Allura pulled Shiro into a hug and he let her, shrinking in on himself and clutching the back of her uniform. “I’m so sorry, Shiro. I shouldn’t have let you watch that,” she apologized.
Shiro gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. “Were you able to find him?”
There was a pregnant silence, and Shiro slowly opened his eyes and pulled back to look her in the face. “Allura, please tell me you were able to find him from that video,” he pleaded.
“I’m so, so sorry, Shiro,” Allura avoided his gaze. “You saw it, everyone’s faces were blurred out, as were any potentially identifying markings on their clothes. There was nothing distinguishable in the room. The only information we were able to obtain was that the men who… Did that to Keith were alphas, but there isn’t a database that lists all the alphas in the country that we can just pull up.”
“Don’t tell me you guys weren’t able to get anything from the video!” Shiro stood up in disbelief. “You saw what they were doing to Keith! Keith is- He’s- We have to save him!”
“I know, I want to save him as much as you do. We’re trying as hard as we can to find him, just be patient a little longer. I promise you we’ll find him.”
“Be patient? I can’t! And Keith- He doesn’t have that luxury!”
• • • • •
That night, Shiro couldn’t sleep. Images of Keith in that bare room, the things he had been forced to suffer, the things he was forced to do, they all replayed in Shiro’s mind on repeat.
It was true that all the faces excepting Keith’s were blurred, but three of the five alphas were wearing similar clothes that looked to be a uniform Shiro vaguely recognized, as was the leader’s long white hair. The room they were in didn’t look like any of those in the brothels they’d found either. It looked more similar to a bedroom, the kind that might be in a wealthy person’s home, judging by the size.
The more Shiro thought about it, the more unshakeable his suspicion became.
It couldn’t be true. Shiro didn’t want to believe it. After all, he’d helped him. He’d wished Shiro luck in finding Keith and provided the intel on the brothels. But he couldn’t leave any stone unturned, and he had to look into every possibility, no matter how much he didn’t like it.
Shiro found Lotor’s contact and pressed call.
It went directly to voicemail.
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As Lotor waited for his knot to go down for the second time that night, he thought back to Shirogane and his search for Keith. He wondered if the human enjoyed the present Lotor left for him. After all, dogs needed to be thrown a bone every once in a while if you wanted to keep their attention.