Yeah, it is out a bit late, sorry y'all :/ but uh, it's here! Yay? The ending of the previous chapter was really like the ending of the first 'section' of this story, because things are gonna be quite a bit crazier from hereon out. Buckle in!
"Seriously, Shiro, he's the sweetest, most beautifulest, most talented guy out there, and I still can't believe what happened last night! In my car!"
Shiro wrinkled his nose in amusement as Keith moved his hands animatedly to go along with his explanation of why Lance was as amazing as he was while they sat at Shiro's kitchen table. "He must be pretty great if he can get you to start saying words like 'beautifulest'."
Keith grumbled, but it was more pouty than hostile. "Shiro, I'm being serious here! Like, it isn't just looks and stuff...Lance...he gets me, in a way nobody I've ever met does...like that time he talked to me at the mall, I told you about that, right? It's like, he knows what to say to me, better than anyone else...oh, uh, besides you, Shiro, but you don't count."
"Don't count?"
"Yeah, you're some sort of emotionally understanding entity, so you don't count."
Shiro erupted into laughter at that, and Keith couldn't help but join him, even if he hadn't been completely joking. There was only one Shiro in the world; but there seemed to be only one Lance in the world, too. He connected with Lance in ways he thought he could only ever connect with Shiro, and that was what had him completely taken by the dancer.
"Well, I'm happy for you, but you know that by now. You've only told me about Lance like 500 times."
Keith blushed a bit and avoided eye contact, rubbing his crossed arms sheepishly. "Sorry if it's annoying…"
"No, it's okay, I love hearing about it," Shiro assured, reaching out to place his prosthetic hand on Keith's shoulder. "I'm just a little...worried."
Keith rose an eyebrow at his tone of voice. "Worried about what?"
Shiro sighed. "Well...worried about you, obviously. Are you sure you're going to be alright dating somebody who's constantly getting physically intimate with countless other men? You might have to see him in situations you'd rather not see but can't do anything about, like having men touch him and...you know, that type of stuff."
Keith grimaced a bit, because he too had been struggling with that aspect of things, and even now he was still coming to terms with it, but he was willing to put in the effort. "I know, but you know, last night, Lance promised he'd stop having sex with other people! For me! He said he'd only do his pole and lap dances from now on and that he'd stop accepting private sex requests! He's clearly trying, so I'm going to try, too. That's already a huge step, don't you think?" He was beaming at Shiro, but the young teacher didn't share his enthusiasm.
"Well, sure, that sounds great and all in theory, but...do you think you can trust Lance?"
"What?!" Keith pulled away from Shiro's hand and stood up, arms tossed out to either side of him theatrically. "I've got no reason not to trust him yet, do I?! Lance wasn't even rushing to try and get in a relationship with me by any means, so it's not like he's been after my money! He's been genuine with me in that regard, why shouldn't I trust that he's genuine when he says he'll stop having sex? I know he's a stripper, but he has morals too!"
"Woah, woah, calm down tiger!" Shiro stood up as well, holding his hands out in front of him. "I wasn't accusing anybody. Trust me, I know strippers have morals. I was dating Matt when he still worked at the Web, remember? I promise, I don't think Lance is a bad person either."
Keith wanted to add in that Shiro had never even met him to begin with, but, it was Shiro he was talking to, so he didn't. "...I know. I'm sorry. I guess I'm still working on my temper."
Shiro placed his hand on Keith's shoulder again, squeezing gently and giving him a warm smile in hopes of comforting him - and it worked, as it always did. Keith felt calmer already, taking deep breaths as he replayed Shiro's words of wisdom in his head. Patience yields focus.
"Don't worry, I understand you weren't trying to be aggressive. I just wanted to check in and make sure you understood what you could be getting into." Shiro chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "Maybe I worry too much?"
Keith smiled at that, returning Shiro's gesture by placing his hand on Shiro's shoulder. "Maybe. But it'll be okay, I promise. I know what I'm getting into. Besides, if I do need help, I've got you and Matt!"
Shiro hesitated to take his hand off Keith's shoulder, always one to make sure Keith would be okay, but he eventually relented with a nod. "You bet you do." They pulled each other into a hug, but excitement was bouncing around inside Keith and threatening to make him start bouncing on the outside, too, so he ended it quickly.
"I gotta go catch Lance's performance, so, yeah! Did you know he's the most popular dancer there? Like, because, he's the most talented-"
"I know, you've told me a dozen times, including today." Shiro interrupted, still smiling.
Keith chuckled nervously as he made for the door, this being far from the first time Lance made him say something repetitive and dumb. "Sorry. I'll see you later, Shiro!"
Shiro gave a small wave. "Have fun!"
A wide grin spread across Keith's face as he rushed out of the room, heart thumping like a schoolgirl on her way to her crush. I will.
Just as he'd suspected, the driver's seat of his car was now a permanent reminder of what had happened there between him and Lance, and he couldn't help but think about it each time he sat down to drive. It was both a blessing and a curse - one that he hoped would fade away in time.
...maybe it would fade away once he and Lance had sex somewhere else? It was a hopeful idea, mainly because the thought of having sex with Lance again was a fantasy that he would hold onto until it happened, but he wouldn't bet on it happening anytime soon. He wasn't looking for it to happen anytime soon. One thing he did not want was for their relationship to become about the sex, which he was pretty sure he could manage to maintain.
Knowing Lance wouldn't be having sex with anybody else helped a lot, too. He could feel more confident in their relationship as he pulled into the Web's parking lot, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about other men treating Lance so horribly.
Getting aroused just from being behind the wheel was a major problem for Keith since driving was a big deal for him, but stepping out of his car and gazing upon the Web, taking in the music and just the general atmosphere he'd come to associate with it, served to instantly kill his arousal. It was quite the problem, because he knew as soon as he entered and watched Lance perform, his arousal would be back on and he'd basically be a light switch getting flicked back and forth by some obnoxious child, who in this case was Lance. The guy had Keith on a leash.
As he approached the bouncer at the front, who had definitely come to view Keith as a regular customer now (the thought still killed him a little on the inside), he noticed quite a few limos in the lot.
Guess there's some richer folks in the club tonight, he thought to himself, frowning. Not good. He was assuming they were newer customers since he'd never seen limos here before, although, he was technically the newer customer, so he couldn't say for sure, but if they were new, they were going to have their eyes on Lance, and that meant Lance would have more people pressuring him. Hopefully that could be avoided if they were spending most of their post-performance time together, though.
Keith hurried in, paying the bouncer and sighing at the dim purple and blue lights that he regretted having to call 'familiar'. Obviously he didn't hate on Lance's profession since he wanted to support him in whatever he wanted to do, but he did hate the Web's lack of morals and thus, hated the place. It was hard to focus on the positives like the pretty interior design and the remarkably organized tables and couch areas when he had to associate such a nasty reputation with it. A part of him really wished someone new would take over the place and change things up. But, that wasn't why he was here.
A crowd was already gathering by the stage in preparation for Lance's performance, which didn't surprise Keith. His conversation with Shiro had gone on a bit longer than he'd planned, so he couldn't arrive in time for a super ideal spot to watch, but that was fine. He wasn't going to complain about talking with Shiro, and while supporting and watching Lance's performances were great, he was mainly here to spend time with him after the show, anyways.
Keith found a place in the crowd and, like the rest of the other men, turned to watch the clock since phones weren't allowed in the Web. If there was one more thing Keith could find to praise the club on, it was its diligence, because as soon as the clock struck 10, all lights turned blue, and Lance's figure could be seen crossing the catwalk to the main stage right on time.
Standing amongst the crowd and watching Lance greeting his admirers would never not remind Keith of his very first time seeing him perform. Apparently that had been a life-changing moment without him even knowing it at the time; except he sort of had, since Lance's dance had completely changed Keith's view on pole dancing and made him question everything he once thought about strip clubs. It was the reason he was where he currently was, after all.
Chants of 'BabyBlue' erupted from all around him, the name bringing a smile to Keith's face. Hearing it reminded him of his and Lance's talk about stage names, how this was Lance's and 'Red Paladin' was Keith's.
Lance placed both hands around the pole as soon as he walked to it, saving more of his audience interactions for the middle and ending parts of his performance as usual. Keith wasn't close enough to make out too much of his facial expression, but he was pretty sure he was wearing his standard sweet smile as he waited for his music to come on.
He was wearing blue lingerie that looked similar to the ones he'd worn when Keith first saw him, which only made the nostalgia worse. Although, to be fair, blue was his most common color, and all lingerie might as well have looked similar to Keith, so, it could be totally different for all he knew. What wasn't different was how stunning Lance looked, slender thighs not giving away any of the bulky muscle beneath, curvy sides accentuating the rest of his body, and when he made his first move on the pole, pulling himself up and swinging his legs around it, the shiver that ran up Keith's spine was very much familiar.
Keith had to do his best to ignore the obnoxious shouting and occasional rude comments from all around him, some of which boiled his blood and made him want nothing more than to find each specific person who called Lance a 'slut' so he could make sure they never looked at Lance again. He didn't do anything of the sort though, of course, since Lance made it very clear that the Web, despite all its immoral qualities, was very much not okay with conflict. Apparently the bouncers around the place would come at you and throw you out upon any signs of rule-breaking confrontation, despite there being a very limited set of rules, which did make Keith feel like Lance was a bit safer in the Web. It also made him suddenly confused, though, when he saw another man walking down the catwalk towards Lance's stage with nobody jumping in to take him away.
The man was clearly not a stripper, or at the very least not there to take the pole, because he was wearing what must've been one of the most expensive-looking suits Keith had ever seen - very different from lingerie. The fanciness of his attire immediately made Keith think back to the limos he'd seen while coming in, and he realized this dude must've been one of those 'new' rich customers, and that he must be super drunk. Keith's muscles were immediately tensing up as his stomach tightened with each step the drunkie took towards Lance, but he kept himself somewhat calm by reminding himself that the club was strict when it came to keeping its few rules in line, and that security would come whisk the intoxicated fool away.
As he stepped into the light more, Keith could make out the peculiar white color of his long hair, and he just waited anxiously for somebody to rush onto the stage to drag him out of the club. His heart was thundering in his chest until he could hear it even despite the music, and he wasn't sure if he was being impatient or overprotective, but this man was definitely way too close to Lance and it was mind blowing how nobody had taken him away yet. He didn't even walk fast; he was taking his sweet time approaching Lance, who had stopped dancing, and now they were just staring at each other in the center of the stage.
Lance was probably telling him he needed to get off before he was thrown out, which should've been happening already anyways, but Keith couldn't hear what they were saying nor could he clearly make out their facial expressions; he could only make out that they were in conversation.
He expected for people, particularly the bouncers, to start getting riled up once it sunk in that a drunk man was blatantly interrupting Lance's performance and posing a very large threat to the most popular performer at the club. What he didn't expect was for the shouts and cheers of the men around him to suddenly increase in both volume and intensity, the sheer amount of excitement that suddenly seeped into the air making Keith feel sick to the stomach.
No. Something was wrong. He didn't know what, but something was very wrong here. The bouncers should be kicking this man out. The crowd should be enraged that someone was breaking the rules, or they should at least be exploding in amusement at the fact that a man had gotten so drunk that he'd marched onto stage. The seemingly positive response from all around Keith had him confused. It had him terrified.
Any second now...he'll get dragged from the stage or Lance will force him off, he won't be able to touch Lance because security won't allow it. Any second now…
Keith was legitimately shaking in anxiety, squeezing his own wrist to try and comfort himself as the man took another step towards Lance.
Any second now…
Lance held still as the man ended up inches away from his unclothed body, reaching forward with his hand ever so slowly as Keith followed every movement with his shrinking pupils.
Any second now…
His fingers slid against Lance's cheek. Lance didn't move. Nobody moved.
Keith moved.
Or rather, Keith shouldered his way through the crowd with the rage of a starved bengal tiger, teeth bared and eyes wide with fury. If nobody else was going to stop it, then Keith would. By any means necessary, Keith was going to get up there and protect Lance; even if he had to fight his way through this entire sickly excited crowd to do it.
Even from the very first step on stage, things had felt different. When Lance looked out into the crowd and grabbed onto the pole, readying himself for another stellar performance, things had felt different. He could clearly remember what it used to feel like - what it was supposed to feel like. Lance was an entertainer, and while he enjoyed dancing because it was something he was good at, the real appeal had always come from making men desire him. Making men want him; because when men want you, you're worth something. This had always been his purpose, the only thing he could ever be good for - putting his body on display for men. For so long now, dancing had been his way of fulfilling his purpose.
But now, standing in front of the pole and glancing out at the crowd, he didn't feel like he needed to think that way. He didn't want to think that way; all because of Keith. He was constantly thinking about Keith, seeing him in his sleep, rereading text messages from him, and now, he was even thinking about him as he danced.
Keith. Keith made Lance feel different, even on stage, performing for hundreds of men.
Keith. Keith made Lance feel like he was worth something, even if he didn't understand it.
Keith. Keith made Lance feel like other men might not have to define him.
Keith.
Keith.
Lotor.
It was ironic, really. Just when Lance thought he didn't want something anymore, just when he thought something had exited his life, it appeared before him on a silver platter; and it all happened before he could understand any of it. Time seemed to slow down the moment he saw that long-haired man walking down the catwalk, eyes dead set on Lance, but if the world was suddenly moving ten times slower, Lance's mind was 100 times as slow as his dancing came to an abrupt stop.
He didn't even have time, didn't have the capacity, to think about what was going on. Club lights had never affected him before, but suddenly he was more nauseous and light-headed than ever before, knees weakening and stomach churning and ears ringing, the growing cheers of the crowd sounding so distant, as if he were underwater. Every bone in his body grew numb and trembled, and he would've held onto the pole to stay stable but he couldn't because Lotor hadn't given him permission to do that...and a part of him felt like Lotor shouldn't have to give him permission to do anything...but suddenly, for the life of him, he couldn't remember why.
Why would I dare do something without his permission?
That was the most he was able to dissect of his messy thoughts before Lotor stopped just inches in front of him, his grin so bone-chillingly wide, and the sight made Lance's head hurt but he couldn't turn away or even look away and why, why, why was any of this happening?
He lost track of how much time passed in his distorted judgement of reality - five minutes? Five hours? It could've been anywhere in between, but it didn't do Lance's dizziness any favors. His breaths were more like constant short gasps, and he could feel each violent pump of his heart through his hand pressed in a fist against his chest.
What was he supposed to feel? What was he supposed to do? Was any of this even real? Was it all a dream? What parts were a dream? Any part of the past year suddenly felt like it could easily have been just a dream, and he was beginning to have to fight the urge to puke up his innards out of anxiety.
The longer they looked at each other, the more Lance could feel the sheer crushing silence drowning out all the sound around him. He recognized this feeling. He feared this feeling. This man…
"...Lotor…" The name felt so unfamiliar on his tongue, so foreign and...wrong. And yet, it didn't feel wrong to be seeing him. In fact, amidst all his light-headed shaking, something about this felt so...right. Lance's heart was skipping beats for a variety of reasons - too many to name. Too many to understand.
It only got worse when Lotor took another step forward, not blinking away from Lance for a second. "It's good to see you again, darling."
That silky voice, that pet name, the shine of his perfectly white teeth...all of it sent shivers through Lance, triggering thousands of memories from deep within; some of which hadn't surfaced for months now. He didn't realize just how much his distractions had actually been affecting his life until this moment, where a tidal wave of contradicting emotions crashed inside of him and flooded him with more flashbacks than he could handle.
"...why...Lotor…" His voice got choked up at that, still feeling so wrong just by saying that name. "Why are you here…?"
Lotor chuckled and closed the last of the distance between them, bringing his hand up to cup Lance's quivering cheek in his palm. "'Why'? What do you mean 'why'? I'm here for you, sweetie; you know that. Don't you?" His purple eyes glistened, and Lance couldn't tell if it was just due to the lighting or something else.
"I...but…" Lance could feel his own eyes growing heavy with tears, knees weakening by the second as he hugged himself and bit his lower lip in a failed attempt to stop his trembling. "But you...you left...one year ago, you…"
"Shhh…" Lotor moved even closer, cupping both of Lance's cheeks in his hands and tilting his head up so they were looking at each other again. "Baby, I left a note for you. Crazy things came up; things so crazy, you'll never believe it. You never got my note?"
Lance's eyes widened, and he felt like the entire world was suddenly turned on its head as he reached up to hold Lotor's wrist. "A...a note…? I...no, I never got anything…"
"Oh...poor thing, come here." Lotor began wrapping his arms around Lance's entire body, and he leaned into it out of reflex. "Come here. If you didn't get the note, it was a misunderstanding. Like I said, you won't believe what happened...I had to leave, baby…"
His arms brought Lance close, hand resting on the back of his head and guiding his face to rest against his chest. Lance didn't know how to take in all this information, and he certainly didn't know how to handle this sudden turn of events. He was a mess right now as a tear fell down his cheek. "It was...a misunderstanding? So then...why did you leave? Why did you leave me Lotor…" He wept more at that, hiccuping and quickly seeking comfort in Lotor's arms. Something about this felt so wrong...but he still couldn't understand why.
"Shhh...I know, baby. I know. I'll tell you. We can talk all about it, since you never got my note or my messages. But I'm here now. I came back for you."
Lance attempted to swallow down his ugly crying, taking a few moments to sigh and to get his hiccuping under control. "But...but it...one whole year…"
"I know, sweetie. Shhh." Lotor ran his fingers through Lance's hair, his other hand wrapping around and fiddling with the straps of his bra. "I'm here now. We can talk about it later, but I did everything because I love you. I've always done it for you, remember?"
Lance paused, swallowing the accumulating saliva in his mouth and trying to think things through. "I…" He squeezed his eyes shut upon feeling Lotor scratching his head right where he had so many times before. "...I remember."
"Good boy," Lotor praised, and Lance physically preened at the compliment, mouth quickly stretching into a smile across his tear-stained face as Lotor continued. "That's the good boy I remember, that's why I love you. You're mine, baby, I won't leave you behind."
Lance's heart was soaring past the clouds as he bounced in Lotor's arms, looking up at him in amazement and relief and pure joy. Lotor was actually here...he was actually here again to tell Lance he loved him…! This was-
Keith.
Lance blinked in confusion, stomach suddenly twisting into a hesitant knot, and he had half a mind to back away...but that was only one suggestion out of a million battling in his head.
He's back…
Keith is out there…
He's here…
Back away…
But the cellar…
You can't run…
"Oh, while we're on the subject, you're almost as good a boy as I remember you, sweetie...but," The clasps on Lance's bra snapped off, scattering his thoughts in a thousand directions at once. Lotor brought the blue topping around and dropped it off to the side, eyes suddenly callous and condescending. "You certainly aren't the dancer you used to be. I watched your performance for a bit before coming on." He leaned into Lance's ear, teeth grazing the delicate, bony skin. "...you've gotten lazy without me."
Lance gulped, wanting to lean away from the breaths creeping on his ear, but he didn't dare to. His face just drooped, and he refused to meet Lotor's gaze as his hands massaged the area where his straps used to be on his back skin.
"...I'm disappointed in you, babe," he muttered, grinning more as Lance's tears threatened to spill over more.
Dancing was everything for him. It was all he'd done for the past year and all he had to show him he was good for something, to give him direction; so to hear he was performing lazily, especially from Lotor, struck him hard.
Dancing doesn't define you.
Lance lifted his head off of Lotor's chest briefly, blinking at his surroundings, but all he could hear was the persistent cheers of the crowd of men watching them and the heavy breaths exiting Lotor, and suddenly, the passing thought was nothing but that; passing. He couldn't find it again; he couldn't find any words of his own in his head. He suddenly felt trapped...like a bug caught in a spider's web.
"Would you like to make it up to them?" Lotor spoke in a baby-voice, grabbing Lance's chin and turning his head to gaze out at the jumping crowd. "Would you like to apologize to your fans for being so lazy in your performances for the entirety of last year? You and I both know laziness isn't acceptable…"
Lance gulped, trembling all over again, and the only thing to offer him comfort was Lotor's arms...so, naturally, he let them close in around him more. "I...I do." Lotor's question wasn't even much of a question; they both knew what Lance was supposed to say. "I do want to apologize."
Lotor's grin returned at that, and he took a few steps back from Lance, still stroking his cheek with one palm. "There's a good boy. I knew you'd want to make it up to your fans. Now then," His hands went down to unbutton his black pants, making Lance's eyes widen as Lotor looked at him expectantly. "Why don't we put on a show for the audience, just like the old days? It'll be us officially announcing our comeback together."
The bulge in Lotor's pants was already very visible, and Lance couldn't stop staring at him, adrenaline setting his blood on fire. The old days… He barely recognized just how badly he was shaking, his mind much too occupied with the fact that this was all actually happening. "I…" Lotor's eyes were piercing through him, burning him more, and he didn't want to let Lotor down; he couldn't let Lotor down. "...okay, Lotor-!"
He was cut off with a yelp as Lotor dragged him over by the chin, fingers holding him in an ironclad grip. "There's your first mistake that shows just how lazy and bad you've gotten over this past year, babe. Try again. And this time, get my name right."
Lance gulped again from the harsh pull against his chin, sending pain jolting through his jawline, but he quickly realized why 'Lotor' felt so wrong against his tongue. He was an idiot.
"D-daddy…" He whimpered, eyes puffing up again from how hard Lotor was squeezing his cheeks together.
Lotor nodded in approval at that, letting go of his cheeks with one last small slap. "There we go. Now then, you know what to do. Or have you become so hopeless without me that you can't even figure that out on your own?"
They both cast quick glances down at Lotor's crotch before Lance obediently got down on his knees, crawling closer on all fours until he was close enough to breathe in Lotor's scent, which, while he could definitely smell the musk of arousal, there was that ever-so-present scent of freshness, almost like vanilla, that Lotor always carried about him. It seemed he remembered what things were like with Lotor, after all; even these smaller details.
Lance pulled Lotor's pants and boxers down, heart stopping altogether at the sight of his large cock - for multiple reasons. No matter what those reasons were, though, no matter what sort of emotions and thoughts were running rampant in his head, only one actually mattered; compliance. Lotor said Lance's performances had been lazy and disappointing...and he couldn't live with himself if that were the case.
"You're taking too long. Have you forgotten how to suck dick in just one year?" Lotor growled.
Lance immediately panicked, because his sucking talent was something else he prided himself on, something he knew he could do well; he couldn't bare it if Lotor became disappointed with him in that regard, too. "N-no, daddy. I'm sorry."
He glanced up cautiously to see Lotor glaring down at him through narrowed eyes. "Then get on with it. We have a show to put on, and I've a reputation to uphold; as do you."
Lance gulped again. "Yes, daddy." He took a deep breath, resigning himself to his job. Then, he leaned forward and gave an experimental lick; just a quick flick of the tongue.
Lotor's breaths picked up as his fingers found their way to Lance's hair, ordering him to proceed faster, so he did. He normally liked to teasingly work his way up to the full blowjob, dragging his customer out on their bliss for as long as he pleased, but this wasn't the same. Lotor wasn't a customer, so Lance didn't get to take things at his own pace.
He wrapped his lips past the tip of Lotor's cock and began suckling, tongue wriggling back and forth against the salty tip. His own dick was getting hard at all this sexual exposure, but he knew not to expect much for himself. After all, there was only one person who ever touched him during sex…
"This is what I mean." Lotor's voice cut his thoughts short as the man's fingers curled up into a fistful of his hair, shoving Lance's head down onto his cock and holding him there without mercy. "You're lazy now. You're unfocused. It's like you take the money you make for granted and don't care about putting your all into your performance. Is that it?"
Lance's eyes widened as he felt the cock spearing his throat, both hands reflexively moving up to push against Lotor's thighs with little success. It wasn't that he couldn't take it; he just hadn't been prepared. Now, all he could do was gag on Lotor's cock while trying to hang onto every word he said, deep breaths passing in and out of his nose.
Now that he was mentioning it, Lotor was right, if there had been any doubt about that before. Lance was being lazy. Thinking about Keith during a performance instead of focusing on giving it his all was unacceptable...when he'd first stepped on stage tonight, his mind had immediately wandered to Keith, and thus, his dancing had been off. He'd actually allowed himself to think that he could do something other than show off for men!
But then, the biggest sin of all was just now, when he had thought about the way Keith touched him in his car. He couldn't be thinking about anyone but Lotor; especially not while his cock was in his mouth. Lance really had been bad and lazy...and Lotor had every right to become frustrated and disappointed with him the way he was.
Lotor's cock began pistoning into Lance's mouth, constantly stabbing his throat raw with brutal force and accuracy. Many people fucked Lance's mouth, but none measured up to this violent pace of Lotor's as his balls slapped against his face. This feeling was very familiar…
...yes. The feeling of Lotor's cock ramming into his throat and stretching the muscles was incredibly familiar. His skull vibrated with each harsh thrust, memory after memory popping up, as though Lotor was face fucking him so hard his brain was rebooting. It wasn't like the memories were of specific times this happened, since, they'd had all kinds of sex so many times and he could never get all of that out of his head...rather, they were memories of how it felt doing this with Lotor; memories of the emotions that came along with having sex with Lotor.
Memories of an entire lifestyle that he had never truly abandoned, but had attempted to separate himself from, until now.
His eyes fell shut, and all he could do was let those memories spill into his body and mind as Lotor yanked his hair harder in response to his harsher thrusts. His throat quickly became numb to Lotor's constant abuse of it, and his hands dropped from Lotor's thighs in surrender until he was completely still, taking in the physical and mental strikes against his body by Lotor's dick; because it was all he could do and all he knew how to do.
Lotor's cock left his mouth after a few minutes, but the memories stayed. They were never truly gone to begin with; he'd just buried them because he thought it was for the best. But he wasn't the one calling the shots for what was truly best anymore.
He looked up at Lotor, shutting one eye as his cock laid on top of his face. His hand reached down to caress Lance's chin, scratching it and prompting his tongue to loll out a bit, much to Lotor's satisfaction.
"Good boy. But you see, I don't think you've learned your lesson just yet. You and I both know you've been very, very bad and lazy...and I can't allow that. I know I was gone for a long time...but it's okay. I can remind you how good boys act. You want to be daddy's good little boy again, don't you?"
Lance hesitated a little too long at that question, but the twitch of frustration in Lotor's eyes was all he needed to quickly nod. "Yes, daddy."
Lotor's grin returned as he lightly slapped Lance's cheek, pulling himself back a bit. "Thought so. Now turn around; and strip."
Lance did exactly as told, pulling his panties down and turning on all fours so his ass was pushed out towards Lotor expectantly. Surprise washed over him upon seeing the crowd, having forgotten them amidst all his memories of Lotor. He gulped, tuning out their cheers to focus on what was happening between him and his daddy. He didn't want to be lazy or unfocused; he didn't want to be a disappointment anymore.
He lightly waggled his ass a bit, biting his lower lip as he waited for Lotor to fuck him. It wasn't his place to ask for it to be done quickly, but he did want to finish this soon so he could ask Lotor all his questions, so his hips swayed back and forth enticingly.
An aggressive slap against his ass hadn't been what he was expecting, but it was what he got as the sound of the strike rang out over the stage loudly, even louder than Lance's ensuing cry of pain. He whipped around to see Lotor towering over him, and before he could gather his thoughts, his ass was already met with another forceful smack that physically shook his body.
Tears spilled out from his eyes as he let out a shaky gasp, teeth grinding together. His ass wasn't shaking voluntarily any more. "L-Lotor, why-ah!" He wailed in pain as Lotor struck his ass again, the look in his eyes saying everything that needed to be said, and Lance wanted to smack himself for having been so stupid. "I-I mean...daddy...why...AH!" He yelped again, body lurching forward a bit from the increasing brutality behind each subsequent spank.
Lotor was looking down at him with a face shadowed in sheer disappointment; the look alone hurting more than the spanks. "Do you need to ask? I'm punishing you for giving such lazy performances. Naughty boys get punished and disciplined - you know that. Surely you didn't forget that much? Looks like I'll need to punish you even harder."
Dread weighed down in Lance's stomach so heavily he thought he might collapse, but that would do no good. He stayed sturdy on all fours, not letting his arms and knees give out beneath him no matter how shaky they got as Lotor struck his ass again, and though he couldn't see it, Lance knew it was red by now. He did his best to keep silent, to take his punishment like an obedient boy, he really did; but in the end, the pain won out, and he cried and cried with each strike.
The cheers of the crowd didn't make it any easier on Lance, and he hung his head low, letting his tears and screams hit the floor of the stage knowing that everyone loved watching him get punished.
"You're so soft now, crying over such a little thing. You've taken way worse than this," Lotor pointed out with a grunt, smacks getting harder the louder Lance cried. "Don't get the wrong idea, sweetie. I'm doing this for you. Not just because you deserve it, but because I love you."
He momentarily stopped hitting Lance, but Lance's tears never stopped, and it was all he could do to just muffle the sound of his constant hiccups. Lotor's hands were smoothing out his sore ass now, and all he could do was listen and let Lotor's words sink in as he spoke in that hushed, daunting voice of his.
"I love you so much, baby, and I want you to be the best you can be. That's why it hurts me to see you performing so badly. Daddy doesn't want his boy to become a spoiled boy. Daddy doesn't want his boy thinking he can go acting all lazy and still get rewarded with money and sex with random men. It hurts to see you be so bad, and that's why you deserve to be hurt. Daddy needs to teach you a lesson, baby. Daddy wants you to be better than this, because you can, can't you? You can be better for me?"
Lance had lowered his face so that he could cover his mouth in his hands, tears streaming from his eyes as he sobbed in shame and guilt. Bawling into his palms wasn't making him any quieter, but it helped make him feel a little better as he answered Lotor with just a small nod.
It was true. He deserved this and he knew he did. Lotor was right; he'd been getting cocky lately, thinking the Web owed him something for being the most popular stripper. He hated it; he hated getting hit. It hurt so much and he was tired of always getting hurt...he was so tired...but that didn't matter, and he knew it didn't matter. He was bad and Lotor was going to discipline him so he could do his job better.
"You're going to count the hits now, okay? Up until now, that was punishment. Now, this is me teaching you. Make sure the lesson sinks in, okay baby? Daddy doesn't want to hurt you, but daddy wants you to be good."
Lance's body trembled upon hearing that everything up until now hadn't even been to teach him a lesson. The real thing was starting now, and goosebumps scaled his body from how frightened he was, but he held his hands to his mouth tighter and gave Lotor another weak nod, tears dripping to the stage floor.
There was no warning or moment of preparation. Lotor's palm crashed into Lance's ass, sending spasms of pain through his entire body up to his throat, which carried it forward in the form of a tortured shriek.
If Lance had been sobbing before, he was outright breaking down now, face collapsing to the stage as he wept hopelessly, hugging himself and wishing for it to stop, wishing he would have just been better so he didn't have to deserve this.
The collapse of his front half meant his rump was lifted higher, much to Lotor's convenience. His next smacks landed on both of his cheeks like lightning, striking in the blink of an eye and sending shockwaves of intense pain through Lance's shivering body.
"Did you forget that you wouldn't be where you are without me? Huh?!"
SMACK.
Lance screamed and vigorously shook his head as best he could.
"That's right, you're nobody without me! And this is how you repay me? By getting lazy with your performances?!"
SMACK.
"STOP! STOP IT, PLEASE STOP IT!" Lance screamed...in his head. He couldn't say it out loud, so he screamed it in his head and kept his actual screams to wails of pure agony as Lotor switched hands so his muscles were fresh to hit Lance with everything he had.
"You're just that fucking useless without me, huh? You can't do anything right without me there telling you what to do?!"
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Lotor was striking him so hard and so fast it became impossible for Lance to do anything other than sob into his hands, refusing to look at the loud, chanting crowd.
It was awful. Lance didn't mind having sex for show; public sexual appeal was what he did, and as Lotor was here to remind him, all he could do. But this was different. This wasn't sex; it was humiliation. Lance was getting publicly disciplined and publicly humiliated in front of all these men who knew who he was, he was getting spanked and being forced to scream and cry in front of a huge group of men and he hated it...because he knew it was his fault.
Like Lotor said, he deserved it.
Amidst the deafening cries of his own voice and the rising volume of the excited crowd, Lance's head was scattered across the stage and leaking his awareness over the side. It was impossible for him to actually focus on how many times Lotor was hitting him, but he didn't need to. Each wave of pain was accompanied by a sharp-bladed comment from Lotor, cutting through to him with excruciating intensity and filling his hollow, chaotic being. His body remembered each hit, held onto each word that sunk into him, and thus, was able to keep track of how many times Lotor struck him.
After the 25th hit, Lotor's hand finally came to a stop, although that didn't mean much given the remaining ache of pain that gnawed at Lance's ass, and a part of him wondered if he would lose feeling in his backside forever. A part of him wished it.
"How many hits." It wasn't even a question, and Lotor's hand was already brushing against his bruised ass, ready to punish him if he failed to do something as simple as keep track.
It was difficult for Lance to find it in him to create any words through all of his hoarse sobbing, but he knew better than to disobey, so he slowly forced himself to turn to look at Lotor through sheer will of obedience alone. "T-tweny-f-five…" His voice was so shaky and cracked, he could barely recognize it as his own.
For a brief moment, Lotor's fingers lingered against his bruises, and his stomach tightened in fear that he might have been wrong, but then Lotor traced his fingers over to Lance's hole, attempting to tickle him but just resulting in worsening his soreness.
"Good boy. So, have you learned your lesson?"
Lance tried to get moisture into his mouth so he could speak, but the crowd suddenly erupted into more cheers, and he cut himself off in a fit of sobs. It was mortifying having to cry on stage like this, having to have his daddy disciplining him where others could see. He felt so humiliated and damaged, and he could only sob at himself for giving Lotor no other choice but to do this.
"I…" He breathed out, hands slowly lowering from his mouth before immediately going back when a clump of unstable hiccups escaped him. "I...I learned...daddy…" He paused to let out a silent sob before once again forcing himself to look back at Lotor through sheer will of obedience. "I learned...my lesson…I'm...s-sorry..."
Lotor caressed his ass more, gentle fingertips feeling like fire against skin. "Shhh, it's okay, sweetie. As long as you've learned now. I know you need me here and I've been gone for a while...but I'm here now. It's okay, baby. Now be polite and say 'thank you for the lesson'."
Lance's head was as light as a cloud as he once again took a few moments to get his sobs under control as best he could before swallowing and looking at Lotor. "I...oh god…" His knees stumbled beneath him, and he felt like he might pass out, but he didn't. Of course he didn't. It may have been a year, but deep down, his body was used to this. He carried on; for Lotor's sake. "Th...thank you for the l-lesson, d-daddy…"
Lotor's thumb slid between his ass teasingly, pressing forward as he grinned in approval. "There's a good boy. Look at you; that's the look of a boy who's learned his lesson. Daddy is so proud of you, love, so proud. Daddy loves you."
Despite the intense pain and humiliation still throbbing throughout his entire body, Lance somehow found it in him to give a soft sob of happiness. If at the end of the day, he was good, then that was what mattered.
...however, it didn't take long for despair to take its rightful place in his heart again when Lotor crouched down and cupped his chin, turning it towards the crowd and pointing. "You've been so good for me...now what about them? You haven't paid them back for wasting their time for one entire year by being lazy, now, have you?"
Icy claws of fear seized Lance once more as he trembled and tried to understand Lotor's words. He stared into the crowd, the sea of men enthusiastically cheering for his punishment overwhelming him and restarting his overflowing tear ducts. "N-no…" He swallowed a sob. "I...I haven't…"
Lotor turned him back so they were looking at each other, a lustful glint in his eyes. "Well then that's perfect. They just want a good show from you, and I still haven't gotten off. We can give them that show; you can be good for them again. Do you want that?" He leaned in so he was breathing into Lance's ear. "Do you want to apologize for them with a show? Just like we used to?"
The level of pain in Lance's lower body was high above anything he'd felt recently, and he was positive he couldn't take anything back there...but he knew Lotor wasn't asking. He was ordering...and Lance only had one answer for him.
"Yes…" He muttered, leaning into Lotor's hand. "Yes...I want to put on a show, daddy…"
Lotor grinned and backed up to strip himself of his remaining clothes, and Lance just watched with his red, puffy eyes as wide as they could get. Somehow, despite everything currently happening, his mind echoed to him a line he'd said to Keith yesterday.
"If you don't want me having sex with other men, I won't."
He was going to have sex with Lotor.
Nothing in the fucking club was making sense to Keith, but it hardly mattered to him anymore. All that mattered was getting through the crowd of horny, abhorrent men so he could jump on stage and kick that man's ass for even looking at Lance.
All around him, he could hear chants of 'Lance!' and 'Lotor!', and while he didn't know why exactly the crowd was cheering that, he was going to put a stop to it. He had to make it to Lance, he had to protect Lance...even if Lance himself wasn't fighting back. Even if Lance himself wasn't calling for security. Even when Lance himself was falling forward into the man's chest…
Stop. Keith had to bite into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood in order to keep himself grounded and sane. It wasn't what it looked like. He was still far away from the stage; too far. He couldn't see what was happening clearly. He had to get through…
"MOVE!" He roared, but his voice was uselessly drowned out amongst the hundreds of others. It seemed violence was the only way he would get past the crowd of men.
He pushed his way forward and made it about a few yards in before the backlash started matching his aggression, shove meeting shove each time he tried pressing forward. The blood was rushing in Keith's ears so loudly he couldn't even hear the words the other men shouted at him. He could only see the looks of rage and annoyance on their faces as they tried to push him back; but their rage was nothing compared to Keith's rage.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" He grabbed some guy by the face and shoved him aside, shouldering past another and fighting and fighting and fighting to make it to the stage.
As he pushed another guy aside, he saw Lance on all fours beneath the other man, ass raised up for him to spank over and over again.
Keith couldn't hear anything above the blood in his ears besides the chaotic shouts of men around him and, to a lesser degree, his own voice of spit and fury...but somehow, in that moment, he clearly heard the sound of skin on skin, watched as that disgusting hand clapped against Lance's backside and released a smack that shuddered through the air.
The lights above may have been blue and purple in color, but all Keith saw was red as he grinded his teeth together and pushed forward. His fury almost seemed to make things move in slow motion; either that or his body was suddenly much heavier all of a sudden as he elbowed and tossed multiple guys aside, making his way through the middle of the crowd.
His arm reached out towards the stage.
Almost there. He was almost there.
Lance…
A violent smacking sound reached his eardrums once more as his eyes narrowed venomously; and hopefully.
Lance…!
Pleadingly…
Lance!
A hand dug into the back of his shirt collar, yanking him backwards and completely knocking the wind out of him. From there, there was nothing he could do; he blacked out completely for about half a second, not even able to feel himself being dragged back as he watched Lance receive another hit.
He heard a loud, broken, lonely cry.
Suddenly, his back was on the floor, and just like he'd lost all his breath in one moment, it all suddenly came rushing back to him as he gasped and glared up at a larger man scowling down at him.
Anger and frustration rekindled his muscles as he pushed himself up with a shout, but the man shoved him backwards again, and that was it. Keith was on the ground, and the man just disappeared back into the crowd, like Keith was nothing but a minor nuisance.
That was when the tears started to sting at the corner of his eyes, growing larger and heavier with each thought of what was happening to Lance on stage, with each memory of the sounds he heard coming from him…
And the look on his face...Keith hadn't gotten close enough to see it...but he needed to. He needed to get close enough to see Lance's face; he needed to get that motherfucker off of him.
Just like water in flames, his tears evaporated into steam as he pushed himself back to his feet, ignoring the bruises along his body. This pain couldn't be anything compared to what Lance must be feeling.
Lance… Keith's eyes softened a bit as he imagined Lance smiling at him, Lance holding his hand in his. The volume in the club was off the charts, the lights were beginning to get on his nerves, and the men were jumping around way too much...but he attempted to take a deep breath, eyes falling shut as he focused on the images of Lance in his head.
Temper, Keith...temper… He could do it. If it was for Lance, he could do it.
When he opened his eyes, the vein on his forehead was still pulsing and throbbing with rage, but he looked around for an easier way to the stage this time instead of through the crowd. That was when he spotted Coran, the mustached bartender, except, instead of running the bar, he was standing nearby and twiddling his mustache.
"Coran!" His voice was still more infuriated than anything else, but that was the least of his worries as he ran up to the conspicuous bartender.
"Wha, who, me?" Coran looked around before pointing at himself, but Keith wasn't in the mood for his silly antics.
"Coran, I need you to get me up on stage." He reached forward and placed a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Please."
Coran shrieked upon feeling Keith's hand on his shoulder, immediately backing away and shaking his finger at him. "Ah, ah, ah, apologies, sir, but I do not have the authority to do that! You see, I am but a simple barten-"
"CORAN!" His desperation must've cut through his anger, because Coran paused with wide eyes before relaxing his shoulders, switching over into what was probably the most serious Keith had ever seen him.
"...you're angry about Lance, aren't you?"
Keith clenched his fists, taking a few moments to breathe before speaking so that he wouldn't just be overtaken by his fury again. "That man...he's touching Lance, Coran, you…" He swallowed, suddenly realizing how terrified he was of this situation. "...help me."
Coran had watched Keith and Lance spend hours together at his bar counter over the last week, so if there was anyone in the Web who Keith trusted to help him, it was Coran. The sympathetic look on his face didn't do his anxiously beating heart any favors, though.
"Keith...I'm sorry." Coran sighed, turning towards the stage. "You don't know who that is, do you?"
"What do you mean?!" Keith shouted, trembling as his efforts to hold back his fear-induced anger began falling apart.
Coran winced at his voice volume, but didn't comment on it. "Well...that's Lotor. You see, he and Lance used to be a thing, it used to be pretty normal for the two of them to perform on stage as a duo…"
"Perform?!" Keith's eyes lit up with flames as he took a step forward. "What do you mean perform?! Do you see what's happening?! How are you okay with it?!"
Coran just shrunk away more, twiddling his thumbs together nervously. "W-what I mean is...they...have sex on stage."
Keith's pupils dilated at that as all sound in the club suddenly drowned out even more than before. He felt...numb. Like his vitality had completely left his body, replaced by only horror and rage. It was a storm inside of him. A frenzy.
Coran slowly backed away, and Keith couldn't even reach out to him, or grab him by the collar, or yell at him to stay. "I uh, should probably get back to the counter now. Was just checking out what the all the commotion was. They'll fire me if they find I've abandoned my post." He waved with a nervous smile before letting sympathy rest on his face. "...I'm sorry."
And then, he was gone.
Keith clenched his hands into fists like he was squeezing the blood from his fingers. All the chaos and discord in the club made it difficult for him to think, but he didn't need to think. It was clear there was nothing else he could do but try and get to Lance.
His nails dug into his palm as he thrust his head in the direction of the stage once more. He refused to give up, letting that denial fuel his flame as he rushed into the crowd like it was a battlefield, eyes narrowed and blurry with the threat of tears. As he clawed his way forward, the stage never left his sight. Lance never left his sight.
He wouldn't stop trying.
They had neither lube nor condom on stage, but that hardly mattered to Lotor, and sex safety was definitely one of the last things on Lance's scattered mind right now as he let Lotor briefly prep him with spit alone. It'd been a long time since he'd had sex on stage in front of a bunch of men, but it was already beginning to seem familiar as Lotor crouched down behind Lance and held his aching ass.
"We're finally doing this again...I've really missed you, baby, you don't know how much I've missed this." His hands stroked Lance's hips, and it was supposed to be gentle, but to Lance, it just caused him spikes of pain that were also becoming familiar again. "Did you miss it, too? I know how useless you are without me, how you can't even do your job properly without me. It must've been so hard on your own...you must've missed me a lot...didn't you, you poor thing?"
It took Lance a second to comprehend that he was actually expected to answer, but that was one second too long as Lotor slapped his ass while he was wetting his mouth enough to speak, eliciting a weak cry from Lance.
"I said, 'didn't you'?!"
There was no way to tell if the tears running down Lance's face were new or if they'd just been there the whole night, so he paid them no mind when they fell to the stage floor as he shakily turned to look at Lotor. "I...y-yes...I missed you…"
Lotor grinned approvingly. "I thought so. That's my boy. We can't leave these men waiting any longer; they've had to deal with your half-ass performances for a year now. Let's give them something to remember tonight by."
Lance gulped and hung his head once more. "Yes da-DDY!" His voice spiked in shock and pain as Lotor pushed into him all the way in one harsh thrust, stretching out Lance's throbbing ass and sending shockwaves of pain up his body from both the inside and outside. The only mercy he got was a few seconds to adjust, thanks to the fact that Lotor was also readjusting to his tightness.
"Fuck, just what I'd expect from my little slutty boy...still just as tight after all these years. I think I might've missed this the most...how flawlessly you can take me. You're the only one for me, baby...and I'm the only one for you. No one else can fill you up this much, this perfectly, now, can they?"
Small whines were escaping Lance, but he kept them as silent as he could and just nodded his head. "Yes daddy...no one but you makes me feel good…"
"That's right, good boy…!" Lotor grunted as he began moving, nails digging into Lance's body to give him a better hold as he fucked him.
It took Lance a while longer to adjust, but he couldn't complain as he bit his lower lip and let the pain rake his body over and over again. His comfort wasn't what mattered here; they were here to put on a show and for Lotor to reach completion. That was it. So long as he could give enjoyment to Lotor and the crowd, that should be pleasure enough for him, so the physical pain electrocuting his body wasn't of concern.
That said, despite how badly he throbbed and hurt, the feeling of Lotor's cock spearing his insides was invoking some form of pleasure inside of him. At least, enough for his own dick to get hard. The more Lotor fucked him, the more normal this seemed; because it was. Being alone...having no one there for him...that was normal, too, because that had been his entire life...but when Lotor was there for him, this was normal. Having sex with Lotor in front of a crowd meant having someone there for him, and he much preferred that type of normal than being alone.
Lance rose his ass more for both Lotor's convenience and the crowd's enjoyment.
"There's my little baby blue…" Lotor cooed, giving his ass a few slaps as he drove himself into him. "You're mine, baby, only mine. I love you so much, I don't care about everything that should make it impossible to love you, I still want you baby, I promise. I don't care how fucked up you are."
Tears spilled over the sides of Lance's face, and he could actually tell they were new this time because of how sorrowful and bittersweet they were. He could feel a knife in his heart, digging deeper and deeper with each word Lotor spoke.
He's right… Lance's mind went to Keith, imagining him smiling at Lance and saying he liked Lance. He only likes the 'me' he thinks he sees…
All this time, Lance had been so naive. Lotor was right; he really was useless without his daddy there to make sure he didn't get himself hurt. Keith didn't love Lance, because Keith didn't know Lance. Nobody knew Lance. Nobody knew how fucked up Lance was on the inside, or how unlovable he was aside from his body.
"I know everything about you," Lotor continued, voice brisk as he fucked Lance faster and faster. "And I still love you, I promise baby. I always will."
That's right. Only Lotor knows everything about me and still loves me. He always will.
The tears were so cold against Lance's cheek, because he was crying his insides out, and it was just emptiness. He was crying out a well of emptiness, because he was so messed up and worthless on the inside, but despite that, despite knowing everything about Lance, Lotor still chose to love him.
Keith didn't know the first thing about Lance, he didn't know how messed up Lance was, and if he did, he certainly wouldn't feel anything for Lance anymore. He would toss him aside, and leave him broken and battered once more. Even if he didn't, even if he did continue to play the good guy out of pity...why would Lance deserve something like that? Why would Keith deserve something like that? No, Keith deserved better than Lance's fucked up self.
So stupid. Lance had been so stupid to try and start something with Keith when it was just going to end up horrible for him all over again. Lotor was the only one for him; Lotor was the only one he knew who would accept him no matter what. Lotor was the only one who would put up with him, who wanted to put up with him and love him. To anyone else, dealing with Lance's issues would be a chore. To Lotor, it was a privilege. Lotor was the only one for Lance.
His tears stopped flowing as his heart sealed up its cuts...with the knife still in it.
Lotor had been hammering at his prostate for a good while now, and Lance already felt the need to cum overtaking his core, but he held out. He wouldn't cum until given permission, no matter how badly he needed to. He was trained for this.
"I wanna hear your voice, baby...your pretty voice...let daddy hear you…!" Lotor commanded, and by the sound of his groaning and the grinding of his hips, Lance knew he was about to cum.
"Daddy!" He chanted, raising his head skyward and moaning for Lotor, clenching his ass muscles together even though it hurt to apply pressure to any part of his backside.
The pain hardly mattered though as Lotor buried himself forward as far in as he could before, finally, he came inside of Lance for the first time in a year. Truthfully, Lance could barely feel anything anymore, his body impossibly numb with exhaustion, but he was able to feel Lotor's cock pulsing inside against his walls as he exploded with cum.
The entire thing made Lance's need to cum even greater, but he held it in silently until Lotor was finished milking his body for all the pleasure he was worth.
"You know what you want, babe," Lotor growled, hiding his panting behind grunts as he pulled out and lowered his face until it was next to Lance's. "Go on. Beg for it."
Lance gulped to find his voice, but other than that, there was no hesitation as he leaned his head towards Lotor's. "I-I want to cum, daddy…I need to…" He turned to look Lotor in the eyes. "Please let me cum…ah!" Lance screamed as Lotor grabbed a large fistful of his hair, pulling him up from his crawling position until his legs were dragging uselessly on the ground. He didn't have the energy to stand on his own, so he might as well have been hanging in midair by his hair as Lotor hauled him across the stage.
His tear ducts were practically in a constant state of on and off as wet droplets immediately rained down from his eyes again accompanied by loud cries of pain, and he writhed about as Lotor's grip in his hair tightened. The agony in his head almost made him want to claw at Lotor's hands, to struggle to free his hair, but he knew better, so instead he just clawed at his face and his tears like the helpless doll he was.
"Here," Lotor brought Lance close to the edge of the stage and held him up by his hair like a cat by its scruff, immediately sending the crowd into a wild fit of cheers. "Do you want to give these men a close up performance of you cumming? I think they deserve it, don't you? You need to apologize properly to them, and thank them for sticking with you after all this time, even though you've been a lazy, selfish dancer. You want to do that? You want to give them a close up as an apology?"
Lance's hands fell uselessly to his side as his voice somehow broke through his sobbing in a desperate attempt to get this over with, so that Lotor wouldn't be holding him up by his hair anymore. "Yes! Yes, yes daddy! Please!"
Every atom of his body felt like it was being stretched, like his scalp was separating from his head as he hung in suspension. Each passing second felt hours longer as pain constantly throbbed through him from the head down and his ass up, and he didn't know how much longer he could do this without passing out…
Then, Lotor held him out even more and shook him lightly, like he was some sort of ragdoll. "Cum."
Lance was certain he'd never heard anything more relieving as he bucked his hips into the air, crying out as he came for their audience. He didn't even have time to feel humiliated due to the amount of pain he was in, and though his body spasmed at the pleasure of finally releasing after having held it in for so long, he felt none of it.
The crowd cheered as they watched him cum as close up to them as was possible; Lance took that as a sign they accepted his apology. That was good.
When he finished cumming, he glanced at Lotor through his peripheral vision, not daring to even try moving his throbbing head.
Lotor glanced back at him and tightened his grip in his hair. "Mind your manners, sweetie."
Lance wanted to cry out in misery, but that wouldn't get him anywhere, so he cleared his throat and blinked back his tears. "Th-thank you, daddy…"
Lotor grinned in satisfaction as he reached down to scoop up Lance's lifeless legs, letting go of his hair and quickly dropping his hand behind Lance's neck so that he was carrying him bridal style.
"Good job, sweetie. You put on a good show. Daddy's proud of you." They walked towards the catwalk to exit the stage as Lance gave a weak smile at the praise. Loud cheers echoed from behind them, along with a shower of money flying up onto the stage and filling it with green. They were completely immersed with each other, though.
"You'll be coming back to stay with me again, sound good, baby? You're coming back home."
Lance's heart felt all twisted up, like there was still a conflict raging on within him, but tears of happiness spilled from his eyes anyways, and he buried his face into Lotor's chest as his daddy carried him off stage. "Yes…thank you daddy..." He murmured, holding onto Lotor like his life depended on him; because it did.
"Thank you…"
Keith tried to hold on to his faith; he tried so desperately to tell himself not to doubt Lance or himself or their relationship, but with each second that passed with Lotor mounting Lance, the stronger he heard Shiro's words from earlier repeating over and over.
"Do you think you can trust Lance?"
His body was numb to the physical pain throbbing around multiple areas of his body as he fought through the crowd of people; he was much too focused on the pain gnawing at his heartstrings. Last night, Lance had made a big deal to Keith about how he wouldn't have sex with other men anymore...and yet, now, here they were…
Keith wanted so desperately to believe this was still some sort of misunderstanding on his part, but that got harder and harder as Lance gave himself up to another man on that stage for everyone to see.
There was no fight from him. There was no struggle. The only person struggling here was Keith.
Maybe...maybe I can't trust him… Keith's muscles weakened along with his resolve as he came to a stop halfway through the crowd, face blank as he stared helplessly at the pair fucking on stage. The rest of the crowd around him was just background noise to Keith at this point as his head hung, and the lights above seemed to focus on him like some sort of spotlight of shame. Then, came the tears.
Keith's nails dug into his palm harder than ever, and he could feel his knees shaking, threatening to collapse beneath him as hot, seething tears leaked from his eyes.
He'd trusted Lance. He'd trusted in them. He'd thought the words they exchanged meant something...but now, all he could feel was the despair in his own chest as he realized this might've been a long time coming.
Maybe he was a fool for trying any of this. Maybe it was stupid of him to think Lance could ever see him as something other than a customer, after all.
His knees officially gave in, and he began falling, fainting, sinking into his own dread…
But as he fell, his eyes caught sight of Lotor dragging Lance across the stage by his hair, and the sheer level of disgust in that one scene revitalized the fight in him.
His rage returned to him as quickly as it had died out, and he somehow found his footing before he had fallen all the way. That was wrong. This was wrong. It was all wrong.
Maybe it was stupid to believe in Lance, and maybe Keith didn't mean anything to him; whatever the case, none of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that Lotor was holding Lance up to the crowd by his hair, like a butchered piece of meat, and telling him to humiliate himself.
Personal feelings were suddenly no longer a concern to Keith, because what he was witnessing was the most disgustingly inhuman act he had ever seen.
He hated it. He hated what was happening on stage, he hated it for himself, because it hurt him...but he hated it for Lance most of all. Because no matter how Lance felt about it, his body was being abused and dehumanized, and Keith wouldn't stand for that. Whether Lance had ever been honest with him or not didn't matter; he didn't deserve what was happening to him right now.
Keith furiously shoved people aside once more as his eyes focused on Lance's face, trying to make out what his expression was. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear a cry of some sort…
"Fuck off!" One of the men he'd tossed aside got up and shoved him back, but Keith caught himself before he fell over, fire burning in his veins. He didn't have time for this.
"Get out of my way," he growled, too caught up in the moment to realize he was tossing a punch rather than just trying to get past. Before he knew it, the other guy was also tossing a punch, and they were straight up brawling. Keith could hardly comprehend it; he was still trying to focus on Lance while attacking this man.
"Hey, off! Now!" Multiple other men yanked Keith backwards, and though he thrashed and fought against them, this wasn't a superhero comic. He wasn't capable of throwing off multiple guys at once.
He was handed to a bouncer, who dragged him by the collar across the floor of the club while Keith violently lashed out in an attempt to get free. Only when cool air hit his face did he fully realize what was happening, teeth gritting in fury as the bouncer tossed him. His butt landed on the hard ground of the parking lot, sending painful shivers up his tailbone, but that was the least of his worries as he struggled to his feet.
"Let me back in! He needs me!" He rushed forward, but the bouncers immediately grabbed him by the arms.
"Shut up, you've had one too many drinks tonight, clearly. Go home for the night, bub."
Tears stung in Keith's eyes harder as he clawed at them. "No! Why?! Fuck!" He screeched as they dragged him across the parking lot more, and he kicked and fought because it was so unfair; there was so much injustice in it. The man on stage with Lance, Lotor, he should've been taken out by the bouncers, he was the one hurting people, he was hurting Lance. "LET ME GO!"
They tossed him farther away, dusting their hands and staring at him in contempt. His rage-filled eyes only further convinced them of his supposed drunk state, and they didn't even say another word as they left him there.
"FUCK!" Keith roared, clambering onto all fours and slamming his fists onto the ground. His body ached, his face felt bruised, and the skin on his hands was tearing as he pounded them against the black asphalt beneath him, but none of that mattered. All he could think about was the sight of Lotor dragging Lance by his hair to the edge of the stage, handling him like some object. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His hair was matted to his head, and it was impossible to tell the difference between sweat and tears at this point as he looked up and glared at the Web of Sins in hatred.
That wasn't Lance. That Lance wasn't Lance, and even if he didn't fight it, he didn't deserve it. Maybe Keith didn't know Lance as well as he'd like, but he knew enough to know that he didn't deserve to continue believing he could be handled the way he had been on stage tonight.
Trying to break into the club again was useless, so Keith shakily got up and made his way to his car, teeth grinding together as pure rage pulsed through his entire body. He was breathing anger; seething in it. He couldn't believe any of it, and he couldn't believe the way people cheered for it.
He wouldn't stand for any of it. He wouldn't stand for watching this happen to Lance.
But first, he needed to know more.
Lance was the physical embodiment of exhaustion as he curled his body up against Lotor's chest, arms hanging loosely at his sides. Everything was passing by like panels in a comic book, just still image after still image, one scene after another. Only once they had sat down in the back of a limo and started pulling out of the Web's parking lot was Lance's brain able to catch up to everything that was happening.
"What…" He shifted as much as he could on Lotor's lap, still being held close while the man grinned down at him. Lotor had apparently gotten dressed again after the performance, but Lance was still very much naked. "Daddy...my clothes, I…"
"Shhh…" Lotor pressed his lips to Lance's forehead, spreading warmth beneath his skin. "It's okay, baby...you don't need your stuff. Daddy will take care of you."
"But…" Lance glanced around, still grasping at straws. "My phone...it's…"
"You don't need anything else, sweetie. I'm here." When Lotor kissed his forehead this time, he held his lips there for a long while, lighting up Lance's insides, and suddenly Lance believed him. He didn't need anything else right now. He had everything he needed. He had Lotor.
He bobbed his head a bit, doing his best to nod. "Okay…" He sighed.
Lance could hardly even feel the vehicle moving, and he wondered if it was because the night beyond the window was still and void of stars or if he was just that tired. It helped a little when Lotor began rocking him back and forth, whispering into his ear lullingly.
"Hey...I'm so sorry I left for a year, baby. Daddy's so sorry. Can you forgive me?"
The question seemed so absurd to Lance as he lifted his chin to look Lotor in the eyes, and he couldn't even remember that he'd been promised an explanation earlier that night. "Of course I forgive you, daddy." His voice was distant and tired, but it made him happy to see the look of joy and relief on Lotor's face. He'd put that look there. He'd made Lotor happy.
"You're so sweet for me, baby...so sweet. I promise I'm not going anywhere again. I'm taking you home now, baby. We're going home and I'm never leaving you again." Lotor pressed their lips together briefly before looking him in the eyes. "It must've been so hard on you...this past year must've been one of the worst times of your entire life...is that right?
Lance hesitated at that, doing everything he could to think it through, because somehow that line didn't seem quite right to him. He'd spent this entire past year trying to convince himself that things happened for a reason, including the pain inflicted upon him when Lotor left. Just recently, he'd thought the world had decided it was okay for him to try and recover, to start over, and so, he had. He'd started to become friends with Pidge and Hunk, he'd started to think about a purpose outside of performing for men, and he'd started to think about connecting with someone like Keith...the past year had certainly been hard, but were recent things really as bad as Lotor said they were? Was it really one of the worst times of his entire life?
"I don't care how fucked up you are. I still love you."
That's right. Everything Lance thought he felt during this past year had been a lie; because he'd been a lie. Nobody but Lotor knew anything about Lance. Nobody but Lotor knew how fucked up of a person Lance was. Only Lotor knew him and still loved him. Nobody else could know him and still love him. Not Pidge, not Hunk, not Keith...nobody.
Maybe things hadn't felt so bad recently...but that had just been a facade. Lance had just been leading himself into a mess of eventual pain and rejection, because he didn't know what he was doing without Lotor's guidance…
One year on his own had convinced him that maybe he didn't need Lotor, because that was easier; it was easy to forget something when it was absent. But now Lotor was here again, right in front of him, reminding him how much he needed him.
He had been stupid. He had been so stupid to think he could live a normal life with other people, to think that anyone other than Lotor could accept him.
"It's okay…" Lotor assured in a hushed tone, stroking his hair gently.
Lance clung onto Lotor's words, each syllable feeling like the drop of an angel's feathers, leading him back to where he belonged.
"I'm here now. I'm back to take care of you. To make sure you're loved. I know the past year has been horrible to you…so, tell you what..." Lotor cradled Lance closer, fingers stroking his cheek so lightly they felt ethereal. "...you can go ahead and cry out all the pain of the past year to me, right now. Go on; go ahead. Don't worry, I'm here for you baby. Cry the entire past year out, get everything out; and we can start back where we left off."
Something inside Lance snapped, like a dam trying to press back on an overflowing fountain suddenly broke, and not a second after Lotor's words, Lance was burying his face into Lotor's chest, hot tears flooding down the sides of his face.
He couldn't make out words; only pained sobs of loneliness as his fingers clutched onto Lotor's shirt desperately. He cried for all the nights he'd spent alone, praying for Lotor to come back for him, he cried for all the hours he'd spent in his bathroom breaking down and refusing to go to work, he cried for the infinite amount of times he'd spread his leg so some man could occupy his body and mind, and he cried for how hard he'd tried to move forward when all he was ever going to get was more pain and suffering.
Lance cried with the intensity of a tsunami, drowning himself in his own sorrow. He did exactly as Lotor instructed; he cried out everything that had happened to him in the past year, knowing that all of it had meant nothing, knowing that all this time, he'd just been a piece of useless, directionless garbage without Lotor. He cried, because he was finally safe again in the arms of the only man who could ever love his messed up self.
And as he cried, pruney face buried in Lotor's shirt while he shivered and hiccupped and sobbed, one year's worth of 'healing' flowed away like a leaf down a river - lost.
Forgotten.
There's a saying that goes something like, "it's easy to say no to something when it isn't there in front of you, but it's hard to look straight at it and say 'no, this isn't what I want anymore'." ROUGHLY something like that. That's sorta the idea here, although there's definitely some deeper layers here that we haven't completely seen. And before you ask, the whole 'daddy' thing is not supposed to be kinky. It's very much creepy in this context, and if it makes you uncomfortable, it's supposed to. Lotor is not a character you're going to be 'comfortable' with reading xP
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