***********MAJOR WARNING HERE GUYS**************
If torture of mental and physical of any kind triggers you, I highly warn you when reading this.
Non-consent is briefly addressed in the chapter but is not graphic, only the violence is graphic.
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Chapter 4
Keith had run home in a panic. Not even waiting he took off his shirt and ran it under water in his own sink. But the stain wasn't coming out.
"Keith!" he heard his brother shout from the other side of the door. Keith didn't have time for his brother though and a made-up explanation for everything.
Of course he'd been avoiding his calls; of course he wasn't seeing Shiro. If Keith got even close to Shiro there was no telling what Lotor would do, even tonight felt like a huge risk. It had been a risk, and if Lotor found out, there was no telling what he'd do.
"Keith, please," Shiro said, he kept knocking. "It's been a month, I'm so worried, why won't you just talk to me?"
Keith's heart dropped. He let the water keep running, adding more soap to the shirt. The stain wasn't coming out still.
"Go away," Keith shouted. He collapsed on his knees, the night had been ruined and he'd been so stupid to go and see them at all. To pretend he could have fun, to pretend he could have friends. But Lotor had ruined that, and anyone who got close to him now could be a new target on Lotor's list. "Please Shiro, just go."
"Keith," Shiro said through the door. His voice had lost an enthusiasm it had had before.
A few seconds later Keith heard Adam on the other side of his door. "Come on Takashi, let's get going."
"But he's right here," Shiro said. He sounded like he was crying. Keith too was close to tears.
"I'm sorry," Keith whispered. "I'm so sorry."
His body ached, most of all his heart though. He wanted to so badly to run outside and hug his brother, tell him how much he loved him. But if he went outside and left with his brother, Lotor would find him. And not only kill Shiro, but he'd make Keith's life so much worse.
Keith tried again to rub away the stain but instead he just ripped the seams. He swore, turning off the sink and throwing the shirt in the bath tub. Lotor would notice, he'd notice, he'd notice.
Taking a deep breath Keith went over to the laundry area, he threw the shirt in the cycle to quickly dry it. He waited there while the shirt spun in the dryer for an hour. The music at Lance's party next door was soothing to him as it went on.
When Keith pulled out the dry shirt he saw the stain again. He didn't have time to put stain resistor on it. But if he could throw it out, maybe in the dumpster. Keith walked over to his door, about to open it he heard the voices of Shay and Hunk outside. Keith turned back staring at his shirt. Maybe if he tried the garburator, or if he tried flushing it down the toilet. No it was too big for that.
Keith smelled the shirt; it didn't smell like alcohol anymore. If Keith just hid the shirt under his own clothes Lotor would never even know. Lotor had no work tomorrow, so he could hide it under Lotor's work clothes and his own nice button shirt, and sometime this weekend he could sneak it into the trash. So when Keith went out to take the trash Lotor would never notice.
Keith could take the trash out now, but Lotor had the trash key on his keychain. And if Keith just threw the shirt over the fence or something Lotor would find it sometime this weekend.
An engine shut off outside, Keith ran to the window and saw Lotor's car pulled into the spot next to his bike. Lotor slammed the car door, sloppily to.
Keith didn't have any more time. Running into their bedroom Keith threw the dry shirt under Lotor's folded nice shirts, usually he liked the ones in the closet not the ones in the bedroom dresser. Keith ran back to the living room and grabbed a book off the coffee table. Opening it to a random page he pretended to be reading it.
The door unlocked, Lotor stumbling in putting his keys by the counter. "Hey Keith," Lotor said. He sounded drunk, that wasn't good. If Keith wasn't so scared of Lotor he would have told him off for driving, but right now he needed to be Lotor's friend.
Lotor came and slid down next to Keith, his hands wrapping around him. Lotor let his head fall into his shoulder. "I missed you today; it was so long without you."
Lotor started kissing Keith's neck. Keith put his book down and let Lotor fall over top of him, taking off Keith's new stainless shirt in the process. He didn't fight him at all instead just letting Lotor play with him—that was how Lotor liked it.
Lotor's hand dragged through Keith's hair, he'd let it down so Lotor could undo the knots with his fingers again. "So I was thinking tomorrow we could go out on your bike together, I'll buy us some coffee, and then will come back here and have a bath together. . ." Lotor stopped his hand. A particular strip of Keith's hair catching his interest.
"That sounds nice," Keith said, he moved his head a bit, not sure why Lotor was so obsessed with the strand of hair he was holding. Keith tried to move some more but soon he felt a harsh tug. He shouted softly, the surprise hurting more than the action. Lotor had ripped out the entire hair strand.
"This smells like alcohol Keith," Lotor said putting the hair to his nose. "And not the kind I buy." He dropped the hair piece. Keith was still pinned under Lotor, his knees dug into his crotch. Keith bit his lip. Lotor's hands moved to Keith's neck.
"Tell me Keith, were you with another guy." Keith stared up, Lotor had a death glare on his eyelids. If Keith did or said the wrong thing Lotor might strangle him to death.
"I. . .there's no one but you in my life Lotor," Keith said.
Lotor squeezed Keith's neck, and he was left gasping for air. "You're lying," he said, the grip getting tighter. He wasn't at full strength Keith knew, if Lotor was his neck would be broken.
Lotor pulled his hands back after a good thirty seconds, leaving Keith gasping for air. "And here I thought you knew you were only mine," Lotor said. He sighed through his nose, falling back off Keith. "Unfortunately it seemed I need to discipline you tonight, and here I was expecting fun."
Leaving the couch Lotor left for the laundry room, up to get the box in the locked cupboard where he kept the 'toys'. "You know Keith I'm really getting tired of this rebelliousness, how many times do I have to discipline it before you get it."
Keith stayed still worried if he'd move Lotor might pull a gun out, he knew Lotor probably had one in the locked cupboard.
Keith eyed the front door, it was so close, and locked from the inside. If he ran now he might make it to the street and be able to call for help.
But Lotor would blame his diagnosed night terrors, say it was paranoia. He already had the entire building and their landlord fooled. But Keith didn't know how much worse it could get, and his instinct were kicking in over his mind.
He bolted for the door, he didn't want to be hurt, he didn't want to think of an entire weekend where Lotor was mad at him. At least when Lotor worked he could blow off steam and leave Keith alone. But a whole weekend could get dangerous.
Keith never even made it to the second lock until Lotor has him pinned to the ground, knocking the air out of him after he let out a scream. The force had been so great they'd shaken their small entryway. The thump might have been enough to wake a person.
"No, please, Lotor I'll be good." But Lotor was already beginning to fasten the gag into Keith's teeth. Keith tried to speak more but he choked on his own tongue being pressed up against his throat.
Lotor patted Keith's cheek, "much better, can't have you waking the neighbours now with your night terrors." Lotor's elbow dug into Keith's back and Keith knew he couldn't escape the grip as Lotor used his other hand to pin down Keith's arms. Even Lotor's knee was pinning down his legs. His weight and strength were beyond him. Every time Lotor seemed to prove that.
Keith felt the handcuffs next, Lotor reaching into his back pocket and fastening one side to Keith's wrist. Pulling Keith up by his arms, Keith was dragged through the living room and then their bedroom. Throwing him on to the bed Lotor fastened the other handcuff to Keith's hand, the arms wrapped around the side pole to their bed. He'd made sure Keith's stomach was facing down. Keith could only send evil glares Lotor's way.
Lotor slapped Keith, the looks getting through. "Why are you looking at me like that, I'm doing this because I love you."
Lotor left Keith in the awkward position and Keith tried to get the handcuffs to jiggle off the positon by the post. But his arms had been handcuffed around it, and the bars prevented him from moving them further then a little bit up or down.
He should have showered instead of worrying about the shirt, of course Lotor would notice these things, of course Lotor was going to be a drunk when he came home. With alcohol in his system he was even more angry than usual.
A stinging made Keith's back arch, and the surprise made it worse, the cry escaping even his gag. Lotor was now standing in the doorway in his underwear, a menacing smile on his face. "Sorry Keith, but until I hear the truth in the morning you need to be punished for your actions."
Lotor cracked the whip on Keith's back again. It wasn't playful, it wasn't sexy to Keith, it down right hurt. Thought Keith could see Lotor was getting off on it, he usually did. Lotor liked it when Keith was in pain. He liked disciplining Keith, anything that gave him a chance to be his true crazy self.
He whipped Keith seven times to make it lucky.
Keith was crying at the end. "Shh, it's okay Keith," Lotor said sliding his hand down his cheek. "In a second you'll be enjoying yourself, but first I don't think you've quite learned your lesson."
Lotor left the room and came back with the racket next, the bug-zap killing racket that Lotor had specially ordered to be extra powerful. He brought down Keith's boxers before he went in for impact.
It hurt, like crazy. Being zapped was supposed to make you lose consciousness from a taser, but Lotor liked his bug-zapper because it was a small enough bolt to keep Keith awake, but large enough to knock him down. The impact from the zap had made the whole bed shake though, and Keith had cried pretty hard even with the gag.
Lotor came over and kissed Keith's eye, sucking away the tear. "Now it's time for pleasure honey, not that'll I'll be gentle though," Lotor said. His hands moved down Keith's back. Just as he's about to reach in he's interrupted.
The knock came.
Oh no, Keith's heart fell, someone was knocking. Had the police been called? No they didn't come when called to their suite, Lotor made sure of that.
Keith panicked at the thought that maybe Shiro had come back, and wanted to make things up.
Lotor grabbed Keith's ear, ripping his head away at an even more awkward angle. "Who. Is. That."
Of course Keith couldn't answer with the gag, and Lotor didn't want a reply as he grabbed his robe. He covered Keith with a blanket and slammed their bedroom door leaving Keith in the dark.
The banging on the door persisted till finally Keith heard Lotor unlock it.
"Keith, are you alright?" Lance practically shouted. Keith's head spouted out through the covers.
It was Lance? But why? He'd heard them had he?
Sweat dropped from Keith's brow, he moaned the pain on his butt still stinging.
"Lance, what time is it?"
"Sorry I heard screaming, and I thought, Keith. . .is he alright."
He wasn't here to make fun of him, he was checking? The times their fights woke the neighbours upstairs or downstairs they only came to complain. To think Lance was actually worried.
"Sorry I guess the rest of the building already knows, but Keith has terrible night terrors." Lotor breathed in heavily. "Sorry I should have warned you."
There was the night terror excuse; with Lotor's charm it worked to convince them every time.
"Oh sorry, I just, I heard Keith scream and I got concerned." Lance was fumbling his words; Keith really wished he'd kept Lotor's attention all night.
"Yeah it's kind of a reoccurrence each night; Keith has trouble sleeping cause of it. Some nights are worse than others, tonight is one of those nights." Keith let out another cry as he tried to move his body, the gag stopped most of the noise, but Lotor and Lance had probably heard it. His whole lower half was stinging though. And his back felt on fire.
"Sorry I should get back, I don't want Keith to wake up and not be there."
No stay away, Keith wanted to cry.
"I'll leave you to it." Lance said. "I hope he gets back to sleep."
There was a small pause, a shiver ran up Keith's spine. "Thank you Lance, you're very kind. Hopefully that was Keith's last terror for the night, but knowing him he might have another one coming."
What an actor Keith thought. Lotor was concerned about Keith sure, but only that he'd leave him, only that he'd find some way to escape Lotor. And right now Keith really hoped to someday find that solution.
"Right, good night then." Lotor closed the door softly, and if he let his real emotions shine through he probably would have slammed it.
Throwing open the door to their bedroom Lotor threw off the blanket covering Keith.
Keith was shivering once the cover came off. Now it was Lotor's turn to glare. "Pathetic, absolutely pathetic."
Lotor pulled up Keith's boxers. Keith didn't know if that was a bad sign.
"The boy next door likes you, and you like him, don't you." Lotor dragged his nail along where he'd wiped Keith. Keith arched his back. "I don't think even this weekend will be enough for you to learn your lesson, oh no." Lotor flipped Keith over on his back, now his arms were twisted at a strange angle. He punched Keith in the stomach once, again, and then a third time. Each time with a strong force. Tears were leaking from Keith's eyes. Lotor flipped Keith back on his stomach. He pulled down his shorts and forced his way in.
"You don't deserve this, but I really need you right now."
He wasn't gentle and Keith found himself crying out from both pain and pleasure.
Pushing hard and strong Lotor was trying to go for maximum impact and hurt.
Finally Lotor let go and pulled up his boxers. Keith felt out of breath, his crotch wet.
Lotor reached over and undid one of the handcuffs. Keith waited for the gag to be undone, usually after Lotor will let him go to bed. Except instead Lotor lifted Keith up and brings him to the closet. Keith waited for Lotor to drop him, but this time Lotor used the handcuff to straddle Keith's hands over the top closet bar. The reinforced strength of the bar enough to let Keith dangle, or go on his tippy toes if he reached his feet down.
Once Keith was secure Lotor punched Keith across the face, it was so hard that Keith tasted blood. Lotor gave one final punch to Keith's stomach, and Keith was almost sure he'd re-broken the rib, though he'd heard no crack.
Saliva dripped passed his gag, and the white cloth was stained with a bit of blood. "Oh did that hurt," Lotor said, with Keith dangling from the bar Lotor and him were now the same height, his usual six three trumping his own five eight.
Lotor grabbed at Keith's cheek pulling it out. "We're not through yet, I hope you know. But you need some time to think things over."
'Time' Keith said through the gag. Lotor probably didn't understand him, but he did smirk, the confusion was evident in his mutter.
Lotor bent his head into Keith's lips through the gag, kissing him hard and getting his tongue past the cloth and over Keith's teeth. Keith didn't move anything, but Lotor wasn't expecting him to. Clothes fell on the floor from other hangers as Keith was swung on the closet bar. As Lotor kissed Keith he wrapped his arms around him, letting his fingers scratched down his back. Keith spasmed and Lotor fell back from the embrace, probably satisfied when his fingers came back with blood.
Reaching down, Lotor grabbed some of the clothes that fell, his own work clothes. That was a really bad sign. Lotor left through the closet door. "Enjoy your weekend Keith," Lotor said. He closed the door leaving Keith dangling. Keith listened to the lock click.
Welp, who doesn't really like Lotor right now?
But hey New Season tomorrow, or for me-tonight at midnight while I binge the entire season even though I have to work tomorrow. Sleep? Who needs sleep.