The Best Guesst – yea, you are seeing it. That is exactly what they are doing. Well… Lance will find out the full extent soon…
Chapter 13: Routine
Friday and Saturday, after Thanksgiving, went by like nothing had even happened. His father was just as angry as ever and treated him like he always did. The only thing Keith had as proof that that night happened was the leftover food in the fridge. He never said anything to his father about it and wouldn't make anything unless his father was gone or asleep. He was too afraid that if he brought attention to the extra food, that his father would take it away. His soreness was just beginning to go away from the previous Sunday. Bruises, from being pushed around the room, were slowly healing. Then, the Sunday before school started again… she was back. Is this going to happen every Sunday? Keith just wasn't sure how he felt about it anymore.
(Skip) Every time she comes, she seems to want to try something new with him. This time, she had him handcuffed to the bed, lying on his back. She had made him take more Viagra before they started. Her body was sprawled across his legs while she worked a condom over him with her mouth. He had wriggled when she first began but she just dug her fingers into his sides, holding him still, and continued her deep throat. Soon, she began running her fingers lightly up his sides. It tickled him; he hated it, but couldn't stop himself from squirming under her touch. After more of her blow job, she spent some time mounted on him, tickling him more and causing him to buck his hips. When she finished, she gave him a deep, passionate kiss goodbye, placed a key in his hand, and left.
(Continue) He was thankful that he didn't have much soreness after that time. It was mostly just the bruises on his wrists from the cuffs. This time, he received a new sketchbook and some really nice charcoal pencils. He couldn't help but feel happy; he'd been needing some new art supplies. When school started again, he was happy for the distraction and escape from his house.
Lance had carried his worry for his friend all through Thanksgiving break. He tried his best not to let it show around his family on Thanksgiving. He thinks he succeeded well enough; no one said anything. When Sunday night finally came, he laid in bed with a horrible feeling in his gut. He was worried that Keith would be worse after this week. Then he thinks about the fact that Keith has survived years with this man. This one week wouldn't be any different, would it? Then why did he have this horrible feeling?
Eventually he had finally fallen asleep, really wanting to get to school the next morning to see his friend. He got ready in a hurry and was the first of his family out the door that morning (that is usually not the case). He also ended up being the first of the group of friends to arrive at the school. He took a seat on the floor, leaning against the wall where they usually sit waiting for the first bell. The others soon trickled in, joining him in the commons area. Keith was the last to arrive. He took a seat next to the tan boy; he was so quiet, Lance hadn't noticed him there at first. He jumped just a bit when he turned to see the boy. His surprise soon twisted to worry as he saw how Keith looked. He sat with his knees pulled to his chest. He caught sight of some dark circles beneath the boy's eyes before he ducked his head down. Lance could also swear he could still see bruises on his wrists, sloppily hidden by the boy's sleeves. He looked at the others. They all seemed to take notice of the boy's silence and tired posture. Pidge and Lance glanced at each other, both thinking the same thing.
It may be time to inform the others of our suspicions.
Lance sighed. When he placed a hand on Keith's shoulders, he felt him tense at the touch and pull away slightly, never even raising his head. Lance pulled his hand away. His heart dropped as a sick feeling settled in his stomach. He really has gotten worse. He couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened to him over the break.
He eventually decided he'd wait to tell the others. He wanted to watch Keith for a little while longer first. He wanted to know if it was just that week that he didn't have school that caused his change, or if it would continue. He wanted to know what happened to cause this heartbreaking change in Keith. As weeks passed, he began to see a pattern. It was always the worst on Mondays. He noticed that Keith always came on Mondays almost completely covered; pants, long sleeves, scarves, jackets, etc. As they got further into the week, he would slowly lose some of his layers, and seem more well-rested. However, as soon as Monday comes again, it all starts over. Lance decided he would try to 'pay a visit' to the Kogane house the next Sunday he had the chance. He needed to find out soon before Christmas break came.
It's become a sort of routine for Keith. Every Sunday, he would find himself in a different intimate and manipulated situation with Nyma. This usually resulted in plenty of bruises or hickeys or other marks scattered about his body that he would attempt to hide before school. During those nights, his mind just feels numb to the whole experience now, not sure what to think. His body, on the other hand, seems to be becoming more complacent to the whole situation, more willing. He just seems to move with her… for her… and exactly how she wants him to. His body doesn't even really try to fight it anymore. The soreness he usually gains the day after slowly dissipates after each experience. His body seems to be getting used to the strain.
Nyma continues with her 'experiments' each time she visits, either forcing him into some strange and provocative outfit or trying out different, awkward positions on him. She seems to love binding his wrists or inflicting pain. And anytime she figures out how to make his do something involuntarily, like bucking his hips or moaning, she definitely takes advantage of that discovery.
(Skip) One night she tries something different. She decides to not bind his wrists like usual. Instead she tells him she'd like him to join in. He isn't sure what she means by that at first. That is, until he ends up on top (she is usually the top) and she is forcing his hands to grab her waist. Oh. She wants him to make love back. His body obeys, mind not really thinking, as he thrusts into her and caresses her waist. She definitely enjoys that. She lifts her legs in front of him lays them on his shoulders. She seems to be waiting for something. He moves his hands to her legs, caressing her thighs. When she still doesn't seem satisfied, he begins to suck at her inner thigh. This elicits a satisfied moan from her.
(Continue) After that night, Nyma happily informs John that 'the boy is learning'. However, she soon goes back to her usually routine of him on bottom and bound in some kind of way. Every Monday or Tuesday, he always receives some kind of gift, no, reward, for his satisfactory work on Sunday. These rewards are usually something he needs or wants (a new bed, more art supplies, even a TV) and he can't help but want more.
One Sunday night, Nyma has a brilliant idea to make their night more 'fun'. She arrives with a bottle of tequila in hand. Through the beginning of their night, she has him taking shots of the burning liquid. He does so without protest. She, however, remains sober, wanting to fully experience the young, inebriated boy's love. His movements become sluggish but he seems to get more into it.
(Skip) He is back to being the top this time. She had helped his uncoordinated hands to put on a condom and lubricant. His face flushed as he moaned. He leans down against her as he begins his sloppy thrusting. He is close enough to her that she begins to lick his neck. He shakes his head, muttering a slurred 'no, I can't' when she begins her own movements beneath him. She shushes him, saying he's doing good but he just shakes his head. "Thsss isn riii..." he slurs. She grabs the alcohol bottle form the nightstand and encourages him to take another drink, saying he'll feel better after. He obeys and tips the bottle taking several gulps, making a face after that causes Nyma to giggle. "See, how do you feel now?" "Mmm~ Bederr~" He becomes more passionate after that: caressing her inner thighs, licking her naval, groping her cheeks, moaning with every passionate thrust into her.
The world around him is spinning and he doesn't have very good balance on top of her right now. She grabs his hands and places them on her breasts. "That'll steady you" she said through a satisfactory smirk. When he immediately retracts his hands, he really loses his balance and falls against her. He begins to suck at her neck. She wraps her arms around him and flips them both over until he is back on bottom. Even through blurry vision, he can tell she is smiling down at him. She smiles at that flushed, confused face of his- 'So precious!' –and begins her own movements, eliciting moans from the boy.
(Continue) Keith feels so disoriented that he isn't even sure when Nyma had left. He's just lying on his bed, still naked and with a condom on. He can also feel lubricant between his cheeks. He isn't sure when that happened. When he tries to get up, he more or less just rolls to the floor, leaning his back against his bed. He slowly stands on shaky legs and discards the condom. After clumsily searching for his clothes, he is eventually able to head down the hallway. He cleans up a bit in the bathroom and pulls on his clothes. The whole house is dark and he knows his father is asleep. He is such a heavy sleeper, the not much will actually wake him up now. Mind still very foggy and body moving on its own, he heads out the front door and begins down the dark street with swaying steps.
Drunk Keith is roaming the streets… what could happen next? John is simply enjoying the money he is making by selling his son to Nyma for a 'night of pleasure'. Granted, he also enjoys what he gets from making Nyma happy. Please tell me what you think. I have a lot of plans for this fic! Until next chapter,
NyteXade
