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“It’s about time. Let him through.” Lotor hung up the phone. “Took him long enough. I was wondering when he would finally come up with an excuse,” he muttered to himself.

Lotor finished signing his name on the document in front of him and handed the clipboard over to Narti. As Narti walked away, Lotor tossed aside the pen and looked down at his kitten who was silently bent over the desk, his slick hole warming his cock.

He rolled his hips, grinding deep into the hot cavern to get his Kit’s attention. “Kit, it’s time to get back to work.”

His Kit mewled and pushed his hips back, weakly clenching down around him. 

Lotor sighed in fond exasperation. It seemed he’d spoiled his kitten too much; he expected Lotor to do all the work for him. It was lucky for him that he was currently in a good mood.

Lotor lifted one of Kit's legs and drew back until only the head of his cock was still enveloped in the wet heat. He held the position for several moments, waiting until his Kit started squirming and making little whining sounds of impatience. Then he slammed his hips forward, burying himself in to the hilt to the sound of his kitten’s punched out cry. 

There was something his Kit had to attend to momentarily, so Lotor couldn’t take his time with him right now. He started up a fast pace, drilling into his kitten as he gripped the edge of the desk for support. Breathless moans harmonized with the obscene sounds of slapping skin and squelching slick, and sweet pheromones spread throughout the room.

Lotor knew from the slant of his Kit’s hips exactly where he wanted him. He increased his pace and aimed for his prostate with each thrust. His Kit's entrance fluttered around Lotor’s cock each time he pulled out as his insides attempted to suck him back in. 

Lotor soon lost his rhythm. He had been hard inside his kitten for the past half hour, unable to finish because work had interrupted. Now, with his Kit's soft walls throbbing enticingly around him every time he sheathed himself inside, it only took a few minutes before he released his pleasure inside.

After he finished, Lotor pulled out and turned his Kit around to lay on his back. Strands of stray hair fell out of his braid, his slender, pale arms splayed by his head, precum smeared on his stomach from his cute little cock still swollen and hard, Lotor’s cum slowly beginning to drip down his thighs onto his torn tights. The scent of arousal was thick in the air, and his kitten looked up at Lotor with dark, hooded eyes.

His Kit knew exactly how tempting he looked like this and what it did to Lotor’s self-control, but it was unfortunate for him that it wouldn’t work this time. There were more exciting things Lotor was looking forward to today.

It had been a long time since he’d seen his Kit's expressive violet eyes that he loved so much hold any emotion apart from lust and arousal. As much as Lotor enjoyed that look on him, he looked forward to seeing a wider range of emotions reflected in them in the next few hours.

Lotor slid in his kitten’s tail vibrator to prevent his cum from leaking out. Then he leaned down to kiss him while palming his erection. It was more than ready to burst, but his Kit was well-behaved and knew better than to release before Lotor gave him permission.

His Kit's turtleneck prevented Lotor from leaving any new marks on his neck, so he shoved his dress up to mouth at his chest instead. He sucked and flicked a pert nipple with his tongue, his free hand twisting and pulling at the other. When his kitten’s chest was heaving with his pants and his balls were drawn in tight, Lotor finally withdrew.

“Go clean yourself up,” he ordered, tucking himself back into his pants. 

It was obvious his Kit was still unsatisfied, but Lotor planned to keep him that way for the time being. He would let him come soon enough, they just needed to go fetch their guest of honor first.

His kitten’s legs wobbled as he staggered to the adjoined bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, his hair was neat, his dress had been straightened, and he’d put on a clean pair of tights. Lotor pulled him over to stand in front of him and lifted the hem of his short dress. He was impressed that his kitten had managed to calm his erection in the short time, but it was something he had a lot of practice with.

“If you behave yourself, you will get to come later,” Lotor promised.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” his Kit nodded eagerly.

“Good. Then let’s adorn you with this today,” Lotor said, revealing the cock cage in his hand. 

They hadn’t been necessary to control his Kit's orgasms in over a year, but Lotor liked the appearance of it, and he would occasionally decorate his kitten with it. A special guest was here to visit today, and he wanted to make sure his Kit looked his best for him.

Lotor lubricated the cage and smoothly slid it over his kitten’s shaft and balls. When it fit snugly around the soft dick, he locked it in place and fixed his tights and dress.

“Perfect. Now I need you to go do something for me.”

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Shiro pressed the button for the 37th floor as he got on the elevator, moving to the side as other people shuffled in. He was at the Galra Corporate Headquarters, here to deliver a gift on behalf of Marmora for their assistance in some recent endeavors. The gift was to be delivered personally as a show of their sincere appreciation, and Shiro had jumped for the assignment. 

When Keith was kidnapped, Shiro had quit his job in order to put all his efforts into finding him. His savings from being leader of Voltron, and later, the captain of Atlas, was substantial enough to sustain his living expenses for several years if he lived frugally, but it had all gone into the search for Keith. The results were disappointing, and within a year, his savings had dried up. 

Then Shiro got a job working for Marmora. Kolivan wasn’t happy that he had forced his way into the omega brothel when explicitly ordered not to, potentially ruining the entire operation. It hadn’t, but he still wasn’t pleased. Shiro was only offered the lowest position in the organization. The salary that came with his position was much lower compared to his previous job. Shiro held onto his and Keith’s apartment for as long as he could but was ultimately forced to give it up. Despite that, he never gave up looking for Keith. 

After watching the horrifying recording of Keith being raped by multiple alphas, Shiro did everything he could to get into contact with Lotor, but they all ended in failure. His calls didn’t go through, he was turned away when he visited his estate, and he was even refused to be allowed to schedule an appointment with the half-alpha at his company. It was as if he knew more about Keith’s kidnapping than he was letting on. Shiro was going to get to the bottom of it.

It had now been over two years since Keith had been kidnapped, and Shiro’s chance had finally come. Tasks that involved visiting Galra Headquarters would usually fall to one of the leaders of the Blades, but currently they were all busy with other assignments that took precedence. It took a long time for Shiro to persuade Kolivan to let him be the one to bring the gift. He had to practically beg for the job. Eventually Kolivan begrudgingly agreed to let him go, and Shiro got a strict warning to keep his head down and not make a scene.

“Just deliver the gift, relay our thanks, and quickly return. Don’t do anything foolish like trying to find Lotor. If you ruin our relationship with Galra, I’ll be forced to fire you,” Kolivan had said.

Shiro had agreed, but how could he waste this opportunity that he had been waiting so long for?

He got off at the floor he was directed to and showed the receptionist his pass. Following her directions to one of the offices on the side, he knocked on the door. Shiro flawlessly carried out his duty, handing over the excessively large gift basket and graciously thanking the man on behalf of Marmora. He was anxious to leave to find Lotor, but the man liked to run his mouth. After he finished boasting about his own personal contributions and accomplishments within the company, he finally let Shiro leave. Shiro exited the office, determined to meet with Lotor before he left. 

When he came out, there was someone talking with the receptionist. Shiro took one glance before he immediately averted his eyes. It was an omega wearing the most provocative outfit he’d ever seen anyone wear out in public. He could only see her side profile, two furry black ears coming out of the top of her head, silky long black hair in an over-the-shoulder braid concealing her face. 

She had a slim figure and was wearing a black knit halter neck dress, though it could barely be considered a dress with how scandalizingly short it was. Her arms were bare and the back was entirely open, so large that even her sides were exposed, and if she leaned forward even slightly, her flat chest and nipples would be visible. If it wasn’t for the sleek black tail coming up and out above the base of the open back, the crease of her bottom would have been exposed. 

Under the “dress,” if it could even be called that, the omega was wearing thin black tights. The darker black seam ran down the length of her legs and disappeared into precariously tall black stiletto heels with the famous red soles. They didn’t look easy or comfortable to walk in.

Shiro didn’t think the outfit was suitable for an office, but it wasn’t his place to bring it up. He kept his head down to avoid looking at the omega as he passed the reception desk to get to the elevator. Lotor’s office should be on the top floor, and he was going to make use of the omega distracting the receptionist to make his way up there. 

As he impatiently waited for the elevator to arrive, he involuntarily listened in on the two women’s conversation.

“Thanks, Kit, tell Lotor I’ll have it sent to him by the end of the day.”

“Sure, I’ll let him know.”

Shiro’s breath stopped in his throat. That wasn’t a woman’s voice. 

Even though it had been years since Shiro last heard it in person, he would recognize that voice anywhere. He whipped his head around in the direction of the voice. A moment later, the omega turned to walk toward the elevator, toward him, but he stopped in his tracks when his eyes fell on Shiro. 

“Keith,” Shiro breathed in disbelief as he recognized the familiar face. 

“Shiro-” Keith’s voice cracked.

The air between them felt charged and time seemed to stop as they took in the sight of each other. Keith was alive. He was here, in front of Shiro.

“Keith!” Shiro ran the few steps to close the distance between them and threw his arms around him in a tight embrace. Keith stumbled at the force of it and Shiro caught him - like he always would - one arm around his shoulders, the other around his waist, pressing their bodies flush as if to confirm that he wasn’t an illusion, as if he wanted to absorb him into his body and protect him from the world, make it so they could never be separated again.

The receptionist abruptly stood up and shouted, “Sir! You can’t touch him!” But Shiro was deaf to everything but the sounds of Keith’s shuddering breath in his ear and his own relieved sobs of Keith’s name muffled by his hair. 

The receptionist looked back and forth between the two for several seconds, as if she was unsure of what to do. Eventually she picked up the phone and dialed a number, but Shiro couldn’t care less about her. 

He slightly pulled back to bring their foreheads together, sharing the air between them. He brought one hand up to cup Keith’s cheek, keeping the other around his waist, and guided him forward to bring their lips together. Shiro gave him a chaste peck and withdrew, doing it again and again, just reveling in the fact that Keith was here and he could touch him again.

“Keith-” Shiro spoke his name like a prayer between the kisses he rained down on him, “Keith, where have you been?”

“Shiro-” Keith whispered back, “I missed you so much.”

Their kisses tasted like salt as tears began to spill from their eyes. Shiro’s hand was trembling where it rested on Keith’s cheek, disbelieving that he had finally found him after so long. 

“Where have you been, Keith? We were all so worried about you?”

“I’m sorry, Shiro. I’m so sorry.”

They never broke apart for more than a few seconds, only separating to say a few words before coming back together, how they were always meant to be.

“I thought I’d lost you. I was so scared.”

“I never wanted to leave you.”

“Keith… Keith…”

“Shiro…” 

All of a sudden, strong hands wrapped around his biceps, dragging Shiro apart from Keith. He opened his eyes to find Lotor standing behind Keith with a hand on his shoulder and watching Shiro with a smug smirk. 

“Oh? Who do we have here?” Lotor asked, no, taunted. “Is he your acquaintance, Kit? Why don’t you introduce us?”

The two security guards had stopped a few feet away from Keith and Lotor, and despite how Shiro yanked and struggled in their grasp, he couldn’t pull free. He turned to one of them, about to demand to be released, when he saw the man holding him, and his words died on his tongue. No, not a man, an alpha. 

Even though his face had been blurred in the video, Shiro would recognize him anywhere. It was the fourth alpha who had raped Keith in the recording found by the police, the one who had fisted him.

“You…”  Shiro growled.

“Shiro…” Keith said weakly, his tone both pleading and fearful while he looked back at Shiro with red-rimmed eyes. 

Shiro immediately turned back to Keith at the soft call. He knew that he wasn’t answering Lotor’s question, but calling for him. Calling for his help.

“Ah, yes, Shirogane. I remember. You were Kit's previous owner.”

“Lotor!” Shiro growled.

“I didn’t fully introduce myself last time.” Lotor reached out to Shiro, as if to shake hands, knowing full well Shiro wouldn’t take it even if he wasn’t being restrained. “I’m Keith’s alpha.”

Shiro roared, all his pent-up rage for the alpha bursting out of him at once. “LOTOR!!!! I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR EVER TOUCHING HIM!!! LOTOR!!!!!” He resumed his struggle to break free with renewed vigor, but the alphas who held him were far stronger.

Lotor looked down at him with an amused grin, further infuriating Shiro. Several people poked their heads out of the rooms to see what the commotion was, but with a sharp look from Lotor, they returned to their closed offices. 

“Why don’t we go to my office,” Lotor suggested, but his tone was that of a command.

Lotor walked to the elevator with long strides, pulling Keith along with him. Keith scrambled to keep up and the heels didn’t help. He was forced to grab onto Lotor’s arm to support himself, and Shiro ground his teeth at the smug smile he could see from the alpha’s profile. The two security guards towed Shiro after them, and they all rode the elevator silently up to the top floor. Shiro wanted to reach out to Keith, but the alphas’ grips on him were firm. 

The whole top floor was Lotor’s office. When they got off the elevator, Keith followed the alpha behind the desk. Lotor sat back in his luxurious chair with his legs spread and feet firmly planted on the ground, arms resting on the armrest with his fingers curled over the ends. He looked imposing with an arrogant air about him. 

In contrast, Keith stood meekly at his side, hunching his shoulders and trying to make himself appear smaller. Next to Lotor’s massive presence, Keith appeared soft and weak. With the wall behind them made up entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows, the scene looked exactly like something that would be pictured on the cover of those overbearing alpha magazines.

After Shiro was dragged to stand in the middle of the room, he seethed, “You kidnapped and raped Keith, and now you think you own him?” 

Keith looked down in embarrassment and shame. Shiro wanted to hug him and comfort him and tell him that it wasn’t his fault, that he was a victim and no one was blaming him. He detested that he couldn’t do that. 

Lotor nodded to the two guards holding him, and Shiro felt their grips slacken. He used the opportunity to push their hands off and run to Keith, intending to separate him from Lotor. But before he got farther than two steps, a sudden jolt of fear spiked through him. The pressure around him suddenly increased, like he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders and he couldn’t support its weight. Shiro fell to his hands and knees and couldn’t get back up.

“Shiro!” 

Shiro saw Keith try to come to him, but Lotor yanked him back by his braid. Keith let out a pained yelp and stumbled back into Lotor’s chest. The alpha wrapped his arm around Keith’s waist in a binding grip, not allowing him to move away.

Without a glance in Keith’s direction, Lotor ordered, “Stay, Kit,” and Keith froze in place. Shiro didn’t want to think about the implications of why Keith didn’t even try to resist him.

Lotor turned his attention back to Shiro. Looking down his nose at him, he mocked, “You look good on your knees. Stay there for a while.”

“What did you do to me?” Shiro lifted his head up to glare at Lotor, but the sight before him made the rest of his words catch in his throat.

Lotor had pulled Keith to sit on his lap and had his hands inside the sides of his sweater, fondling his chest and playing with his nipples. Keith had his eyes screwed shut and hands in fists at his sides, trembling but making no move to stop the alpha. 

“Don’t- Don’t touch him!” Shiro pleaded, his voice breaking. 

He tried to stand but some force was preventing him from getting up off the ground. He just barely managed to push himself up into a kneeling position. Right now he couldn’t do anything to save Keith. Shiro would never forgive himself if Keith was raped in front of him and he didn’t do anything to stop it.

Keith opened his eyes to meet Shiro’s. “Don’t look, Shiro,” he begged.

“I didn’t do anything to you, Shirogane,” Lotor answered his previous question with a grin. “I only released some of my pheromones. It’s not my fault that you’re too weak to withstand them.”

Shiro couldn’t tell whether he was lying or not. He’d never heard of an alpha’s pheromones having this kind of effect.

“Don’t you think Kit has become more beautiful in the time he’s been with me?” Lotor suddenly changed the topic. “His body used to be hard and he had all these useless muscles unbecoming of an omega. Now he’s a lot softer and looks much more suitable for his status as my mate.”

Shiro looked at Keith, really looked at him for the first time since they’d reunited. Earlier he’d been too overcome with joy and relief at finally finding him that he hadn’t noticed the changes. He only now noticed that Keith was more slender, the lean, wiry muscle was replaced with something softer. His hair had grown several inches past his shoulder, much longer than Shiro had ever seen it. It was proof of how long they’d been apart.

“Do you notice anything different about him?” Lotor asked with a sly grin. 

He removed his hands from Keith’s sweater and made him stand between his legs, turning him around so his back was to Shiro. The open back of the sweater concealed nothing from Shiro’s view. His vision turned red at the dark bruises in the shape of fingers all along his waist, the hickeys in varying shades of red and purple littered across his shoulders and back and down his sides. 

“Aren’t you curious why he has a tail?”

Lotor’s question drew Shiro’s gaze down to the sleek black tail that came out of the open back, gently swaying back and forth. Keith was only half-omega and he had been born without a tail. People couldn’t grow body parts they were born without. Did Lotor force Keith to get some kind of surgery?

Lotor left one hand on Keith’s hips to keep him steady and skimmed the other down his spine. When he reached the base, he began to slowly stroke the length of the tail.

“You see, Kit was unfortunate enough to be born without a tail. But as my omega, how could I let him be inferior to others? Fortunately for him, he has the CEO of Galra as his alpha, and I have the power to do something about it.”

Gripping the base of the tail, Lotor seemed to tug and wriggle it back and forth. Keith’s breathing turned unsteady and his legs began to tremble. He clutched the front of Lotor’s suit to keep himself upright.

“What. Did. You. Do. To. Him?” Shiro ground out through gritted teeth.

Lotor turned to Keith. “Shirogane is curious. Why don’t you show him, Kit?”

Keith frantically shook his head. “I don’t want to,” he whispered. “Please.”

Shiro’s face fell. They never hid anything from each other. How bad was it for Keith to not want to show him? 

“Kit,” Lotor warned, voice hard, “Show him.”

Keith’s hands tightened on Lotor’s suit, his knuckles turning white, before he released one to reach behind and grab his tail.

“Not like that, he can’t see from there. Go around and bend over the front of the desk.”

Keith whispered something back too soft for Shiro to hear and then slowly came around to the front of the desk. He bent over Lotor’s desk, raising one arm to bury his face into the crook of his elbow. The bottom of his sweater dress, only just covering his ass when he stood straight, rode up to expose half of the round curves of his bottom. It didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear. Through his thin black tights, Shiro could see the outline of the underside of his balls, though his entrance was still hidden beneath the sweater.

“Shiro…” Keith whimpered.

“It’s okay, you can show me,” Shiro encouraged. Whatever Lotor had done to Keith, Shiro would be right there with him to help him through it. 

Keith gave a small nod and took a deep, shuddering breath before he reached down and grabbed the base of his tail. Shiro watched in horror as he began to pull. Keith's lips fell open, exhaling soft whimpers while his body tensed from whatever he was doing, though that couldn’t stop him from shaking. 

“Keith, stop!” Shiro panicked. “You don’t have to show it to me if it’s hurting y-”

The tail completely detached from Keith and hung limp in his hand. Shiro didn’t know what he expected to be on the other end but it hadn’t been a vibrator. And it was still vibrating in Keith’s hand. 

Long and smooth, the purple silicone vibrator grew thicker towards the base, then tapered off before the tail. It was coated in a thick, milky fluid that slowly dripped onto the floor. The vibrator had just been in Keith’s ass, and Shiro knew that his slick was clear. He didn’t want to make any guesses as to what the fluid was.

After the initial shock, Shiro’s first reaction to seeing the vibrator was relief that Keith hadn’t just mutilated himself and that Lotor hadn’t forced him to get some kind of body-changing surgery. The second was anger and indignation that Lotor had forced Keith to walk around the building with a sex toy vibrating inside him.

“Lotor, you-”

“Good boy, Kit,” Lotor interrupted, petting Keith’s ears. He came around to sit beside Keith on the front of his desk and took the vibrator from his hand. “Get up and clean this,” he casually ordered, amusement in his eyes as he stared down at Shiro.

Shiro watched in despair as Keith pushed himself up and gently held Lotor’s wrist in place. His eyes fell closed as a small tongue peeked out to lick up the fluid on the vibrator.

“Keith! You don’t have to listen to him!” Shiro pleaded, renewing his struggle against the pressure of Lotor’s pheromones keeping him on his knees.

“Oh, but he does. I told you, he’s my mate.”

Lotor tossed the tail vibrator, now glistening with spit, onto his desk and spun Keith around so he had his back to Shiro. He yanked down on the collar of Keith’s sweater, revealing a red leather collar around his neck.

“I’m sure you know what this is,” Lotor said conversationally. “It's a more advanced version of the collar you had on him in the past. That one was too easy to unlock. Anyone could forge a key or pick the lock. This one only opens to me.” 

Lotor touched the small pad at the back of the collar with his thumb, and it easily opened with a click. When Lotor pulled it off, Shiro’s heart dropped to his stomach at what he saw. He knew it after watching the recording, but he hadn’t wanted to believe it and kept lying to himself that it was fake. Now, seeing it with his own eyes, he had no choice but to accept the truth. 

There were hickeys and bruises littered all around Keith’s neck. They were at various stages of healing, but there were more fresh ones than Shiro could count. But worse than those was the ring of teeth marks at the nape of Keith’s neck. The scar had long since healed over.

“No…” Shiro denied. He'd watched it happen on the recording, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that that part of it had been real. 

“You're a member of Marmora, you should understand what it means to have this mark here.” 

The alpha lightly grazed his teeth over the scar. Keith gasped at the contact, and Lotor inhaled deeply at his scent glands. “Kit loves it when I do this. It makes him release the sweetest pheromones to tempt and seduce me. It’s such a shame that you can’t smell him. You wouldn’t be able to resist fucking him. He smells utterly delectable.” 

Lotor licked a wide stripe over Keith’s scent glands, causing him to moan. Shiro clenched his fists tighter, unnoticing of how his nails dug into his palm hard enough to draw blood. 

“And if that doesn’t convince you,” Lotor turned Keith around and hiked up one of his legs, “he has my personal crest branded on his body.” He ripped the tights at his thigh, using his index finger to trace the symbol that was tattooed high up on Keith’s inner thigh in the same shade of violet as his eyes. “He. Belongs. To. Me.”

“You can’t own a person-”

“He’s not a person,” Lotor cut him off, “he’s an omega. By law, I own him.”

“The law is wrong,” Shiro spat.

“Take it up with the legislators,” the alpha carelessly waved him off as if it had nothing to do with him. “But I’m sure you’ve realized by now what their stance on the matter is.”

And Shiro had. Marmora had located and brought down several more omega brothels over the years, and the number of lawmakers who frequented those establishments was staggering. It was clear that many of them didn’t consider omegas as deserving of the same rights as everyone else. At best, they were sex slaves. At worst, they were toys, objects to play with in whatever manner they deemed entertaining.

“Unless something changes - and it’s unlikely anything will - Keith is mine to do with as I please. I control every inch of his body. What he does, what he feels, what he thinks, I decide it all for him.”

Shiro looked to Keith, hoping to see something in his expression that would refute what Lotor  said. He wanted to see him fight back. Instead, his head hung low, avoiding Shiro’s gaze. Shiro would never have described Keith as weak or powerless before, but that's how he looked now in Lotor's presence.

“Keith- Keith, look at me. Don’t listen to Lotor, he’s lying to you. It’ll be okay, we’ll figure it out together,” Shiro reassured, even though he didn’t know how any of this was going to work out. When he got no response, he pleaded, “Keith, say something.” 

“Kit, your ex-fiance wants you to talk to him,” Lotor mocked. 

Shiro flushed from anger and embarrassment. He remembered how he’d told Lotor that they were engaged, despite how he’d yet to propose to Keith at the time he was kidnapped. Thankfully Keith didn’t contradict him, but Lotor’s next words stopped him from feeling any kind of relief. 

“Why don’t you tell him what a whore you are?”

“I’m a whore…” Keith whispered, looking down and refusing to meet Shiro’s eyes. 

“Speak up. And look at people when you talk to them,” Lotor scolded, grabbing Keith’s chin with the hand not holding his leg and forcing his head up.

Keith lifted his eyes to finally look at Shiro. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he said, “I’m- I’m a whore…”

“Keith…” Shiro didn’t know what to say.

“And?”

“And- And I- I love cock- I love my- my alpha’s cock,” Keith stuttered.

“Good boy,” Lotor praised and tilted Keith’s head to lick away his tears. He turned to Shiro, casually telling him, “You wouldn’t believe what a naughty pet he is. Show him how much of slut you are,” he directed the order to Keith.

Keith didn’t immediately follow the order this time. His hands remained still at his sides in a small act of defiance. It lit a spark of hope in Shiro that he hadn’t succumbed to Lotor’s abuse.

“I gave you an order. You know better than to ignore me.” Lotor tightened his grip on Keith’s chin. “If you want to be punished in front of Shirogane, all you have to do is say.”

“No…” Keith whimpered, “I’ll do it.” The small flicker of hope was quickly extinguished.

It infuriated Shiro to know that Lotor was threatening to punish Keith, and it was obvious he’d done it enough times for Keith to be scared of it. Keith never gave up. No matter how many times he was knocked down, he would always get back up to try again until he overcame whatever obstacle was standing in his way. How terrible was the punishment and how many times had Lotor inflicted it on him for Keith to be so fearful of it?

Lotor still held his branded leg up, so the sweater was already slightly lifted. With trembling hands, Keith grasped the hem of his sweater. 

Shiro wanted to tell Keith that he didn’t have to show him anything, that he would protect him from whatever punishment Lotor was threatening him with, but he couldn’t guarantee that he’d be able to fulfill that promise right now. He could only hold his tongue, dreading what would greet his eyes under the sweater. 

Keith slowly lifted the hem. Shiro inhaled sharply at Lotor’s cruelty when he realized what he was looking at. Through the sheer fabric of his tights, he could distinctly see Keith’s dick bound in a cock cage. 

“Don’t be coy. We all know what a slut you are. Don’t try to pretend otherwise. Let Shirogane see it clearly,” Lotor said, making the tear in the thin tights bigger until Keith’s crotch was exposed entirely.

The cock cage was a set of stainless steel rings wrapped around in increments along the length of Keith’s dick, with one more around the base of his balls, and fastened with a lock that looked similar to the one on his collar. It looked painfully tight.

“What do you say, Kit?”

“I’m a slutty whore… I can’t get enough of my alpha’s cock,” Keith said softly as tears continued to stream silently down his cheeks. 

“Take. That. Off. Him,” Shiro grit out. He wanted to punch the smirk off Lotor’s face.

“I can’t do that,” Lotor waved off Shiro’s threat. “You see, Kit gets hard over the smallest things. Well, I suppose that’s natural when he has a superior alpha such as myself for a mate. But he always wants to come at the most inappropriate times. I have to keep this on him or he would be coming all over his clothes and my furniture at all hours of the day.” 

“LOTOR, I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD-”

“Fine!” Lotor acquiesced, too easily for Shiro’s liking. He took off the cage with a press of his thumb, adding, “You obviously don’t believe me anyway. I’ll prove it to you. Watch how quickly he gets hard.” 

While still holding up one of Keith’s legs with one hand behind the knee, Lotor slipped the other into the side of his sweater and began to play with his nipples. Shiro couldn’t see exactly what Lotor was doing behind the fabric, but Keith squirmed in his hold and his hands began to drop.

“Keep your dress up,” Lotor ordered. “Let Shirogane see the whore you really are.”

“Stop- Don’t touch him!” Shiro shouted, voice thick with despair.

Only a few seconds later, Lotor removed his hand from Keith’s sweater. “Oh, well look at that. It took almost no time at all.”

And true to Lotor’s word, Keith’s dick had hardened in arousal from merely having his nipples played with. In the past, outside of his heat, he’d never been able to get hard so quickly.

“I’m sure you are curious to see how fast he comes. I’ll show you,” Lotor said.

He whispered something into Keith’s ear. When he pulled away, he lowered his free hand to Keith’s entrance and roughly pushed three fingers inside.

“One… Two… Three…” Lotor began to count, thrusting his fingers at a pace that was neither slow nor fast. 

“Ahh-!” Keith grabbed Lotor’s arms but didn’t try to pull them away.

“KEITH! TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HIM!”

Lotor ignored him, continuing as if he hadn't spoken. Shiro felt so helpless. He panted as he struggled against Lotor’s pheromones keeping him on his knees but his effort was fruitless. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make himself stand. 

Keith writhed in Lotor’s hold as he continued his ministrations, his eyes becoming unfocused. His hips made small aborted movements, and he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from making any sounds. 

“Eight… Nine… Ten.”

Keith let out a wordless cry, shuddering as he came, the faint muscles in his stomach twitching as they contracted and relaxed with his release. He curled in on himself as spurts of milky cum splattered onto the floor at his feet. 

“That was fast. And I was only using my fingers,” Lotor said. “Imagine if it was my cock.”

Keith slumped in Lotor’s arms, and his body twitched as the final beads of his release spilled.

“Now you can see why I have to keep him in a cage. I don’t like to keep having to clean up after him all the time.” Lotor glanced down at the floor, and his lips curled up in laughter, as if he had thought of something amusing. He dropped Keith’s leg and let him go, causing him to crash down to his hands and knees. “Clean this up.”

“Yes, Alpha…”

“Don’t-” Shiro started.

But then Keith bent forward and began to lick his cum off the floor, his eyes falling closed as he did. There was no sign of aversion in his actions or expression. He did it calmly and with ease, like it was something he was accustomed to doing.

“Keith…” Shiro didn’t know what he should say. His throat went tight and he couldn’t finish his thought.

Lotor looked consideringly at Keith’s ass. “Your ass looks lonely without having anything to fill your greedy hole. It must be painful clenching around air. Do you want your tail back?” From the tone of his voice, it seemed as if the alpha considered this to be a generous offer.

Keith hummed noncommittally, licking up the remaining drops of cum on the floor.

“I asked you a question, Kit,” Lotor said, a warning clear in his voice. 

“Yes,” Keith replied in a small voice.

“Answer me clearly.”

“I want my tail.”

“Then raise your ass.”

Keith immediately obeyed him, getting up onto his knees while keeping his upper body lowered to the floor. Shiro thought Lotor was going to use the tail on his desk, but instead he went over to one of the shelves along the wall. He came back with a plain but elegant black box that he set between Shiro and Keith.

“It’s rare for Kit's previous owner to grace us with his presence. Let’s celebrate by picking one out together,” Lotor suggested amicably. 

“Keith isn’t something to be owned,” Shiro spat.

“Of course not,” Lotor agreed. “He’s an omega.” His tone implied that he thought there was no difference between the two.

Before Shiro could argue, Lotor lifted the lid, revealing several more tails, all with the same sleek black fur. There were more than Shiro could count at a glance. The only distinction between them was the attachments. Some, like the dildo and butt plug, Shiro was familiar with. Others, he was seeing for the first time.

“What about this one? Kit loves to be knotted,” Lotor recommended, picking a tail from the box. 

“You can’t!”

“Why not? He wants it.”

The tail Lotor chose was a giant dildo that looked to be modeled off the leader in the recording - who Shiro was now positive was Lotor - complete with raised bumps along the shaft and an inflated knot at the base. Shiro was by no means small, but this dildo was significantly larger than himself. Something so big couldn’t possibly fit in Keith without tearing him.

“Turn your ass this way, Kit,” Lotor said, ignoring Shiro’s protest.

Keith turned around at a speed that Shiro would have called eager had it been any other situation, but he knew that had to be impossible here. Keith must have been moving quickly because he didn’t want to risk receiving another horrible punishment from Lotor.

Now his ass was right in front of Shiro. Keith was turned away, on his knees with his chest pressed to the hardwood flooring. The sweater he was wearing was too short; it did nothing to preserve his modesty. It fell down to the middle of his back, exposing everything that was underneath. He was so close that Shiro could touch him if he just reached out.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Lotor offered Shiro, holding the tail out for him.

The pressure of Lotor’s pheromones lessened, making it possible for him to move. Shiro’s hand trembled as he reached for the tail. Lotor easily released it and let him take it. 

“Fuck you.”

Shiro hurled the tail past Lotor’s head. It crashed into the wall, knocking the books and other items on the shelf to the floor. Before the alpha could react, he swung his other arm, aiming at his face. However, Lotor’s reflexes were too fast. He caught Shiro’s fist, enveloping it in his larger hand before the punch could land.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Lotor’s lips curled up in a dangerous smile as he squeezed Shiro’s fist. The bones in his hand creaked painfully from the force before it was dropped. The pressure of Lotor’s pheromones seemed to double, and Shiro couldn’t even move a finger.

Lotor calmly took out another tail from the box. This time he chose the one with the biggest attachment - rigid anal beads. It was made up of three glass beads, each one bigger than the one before it. What they lacked in length, they made up for in girth, though that wasn’t to say it was short. The first two were textured with bumps and ridges while the largest bead was smooth, even bigger than the knot on the previous dildo.

“And Kit prefers that I fuck him. Don’t you, Kit?” Lotor asked as he ran the anal beads through the slick leaking from Keith’s hole.

A soft mewl escaped Keith when the first bead breached his entrance.

“Stop!” Shiro cried in protest.

“He loves it,” Lotor contradicted, easing in the second.

As expected, the third bead was too big. Lotor was working it in with an unrelenting force. Shiro could hear the muffled sobs coming from Keith, and he wanted more than anything to pull him into his arms and far away from the alpha, but he’d lost the ability to move after attempting to punch him. 

“Stop! Please, you’re hurting him!” Shiro pleaded for mercy for Keith.

Lotor only laughed at him and pushed even harder. Keith’s hole was forced to stretch obscenely around the widest part of the bead before it sank in completely. Shiro was both relieved and shocked when it didn’t cause him to tear. What had Lotor been doing to Keith for his body to be able to take in something of that size without breaking? Of course Shiro would never wish for Keith to be hurt, be he didn't want to imagine everything that had gone into him being able to take in something of that size. 

“Don’t be greedy, Kit,” Lotor mockingly chided when he whined as the beads settled inside him. “I’ll give you something better later.” He groped Keith’s ass for several seconds and gave it a harsh slap, eliciting a weak cry. “For now you can entertain yourself with this. I’ve got some things to discuss with your previous owner.”

“No ohhh…” 

Keith’s protest was drowned out by his moans when Lotor made it start vibrating. He fell onto his side and curled into a ball, his body spasming and jerking in a futile effort to escape the torment.

“They all vibrate,” Lotor casually told Shiro.

He went over to his desk and picked up the tail that was in Keith earlier. Coming back, he squatted in front of Shiro and tucked the dildo end into his front pocket. 

“Here, I’ll let you keep this as a souvenir,” Lotor said, tapping Shiro’s pocket and acting as if he was presenting him with a generous gift. “As you saw, I have plenty more.” 

He grabbed Keith’s arm and hauled him up. Keith had a hard time standing upright with the large beads inside him, not to mention the dangerously high heels he was wearing. 

“I was going to let Kit service you before you left, but you had to go and ruin the fun,” Lotor said in mock disappointment. “It’s fine, Kit and I will just have fun with each other.”

He pushed Keith toward his desk, and he stumbled before falling onto its surface. Lotor gathered both his wrists in one hand and held them against his back.

“You’ve been here for some time now. I’m sure the Blades are wondering where you are. I think it’s time you left.” Lotor nodded at the two alpha guards who had never left and had indifferently watched everything that had happened. “Take him away.”

Shiro’s stomach dropped. “Keith! Keith!” He yelled until his voice became hoarse, but the other wouldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, Keith turned his head in the other direction. Shiro’s heart sank. “Lotor! Touch one more hair on him and I’ll kill you! You won’t get away with this!” he threatened. He wasn’t going to let Keith suffer any longer. 

Shiro was picked up and dragged to the elevator by the guards. The last thing he saw as the elevator doors closed was Lotor smirking back at him as he rutted his clothed erection along the seam of Keith ass, roughly working the anal beads back out of him.

“KEITH!! KEITH!!!” 

•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

After completing the task he'd been given, Keith went to return to his alpha’s office. Upon seeing the man standing in front of the elevator, he froze. 

“Keith,” Shiro exhaled in disbelief.

“Shiro-” Keith’s voice broke from the sudden surge of emotions flooding him. 

He wanted to run to him, but his legs felt weak, like they would crumple under him if he took even a single step forward. Thankfully Shiro didn’t have the same problem, and he threw his arms around Keith as he called his name again, crushing their bodies together as if he never wanted to let go. And Keith didn’t want him to.

It had been so long since he’d last seen Shiro’s face, heard his voice, felt his touch. Keith buried his face into the crook of Shiro’s neck and inhaled deeply. His scent wasn’t strong but it was familiar. It was warm and soothing and made him feel as if he was being wrapped in the gentle protection of Shiro's unconditional love. It was the smell of home. 

Shiro repeatedly sobbed Keith’s name into his hair, drowning out whatever the receptionist was saying behind him. When Shiro began to kiss him, Keith didn’t hesitate to kiss back. He twisted his fingers into the back of Shiro’s shirt and pulled him closer. This was Shiro, the first man he fell in love with, the man he’d intended to propose to, the man he, even now, after what felt to be an eternity apart, wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

Kissing Shiro was like riding a bike. It felt slightly unfamiliar after not having done it for so long but he quickly remembered how to move his lips and tongue with Shiro’s like they never spent any time apart. Shiro’s kiss was gentle yet firm, conveying all his emotions, overflowing with love and sorrow, pain and relief. It was so different from the aggressive way his alpha kissed him, as if he wanted to devour him. 

His Alpha.

Keith’s nostrils flared as they filled with the scent of pheromones. He gasped and blinked his eyes open as Shiro was torn away from him. A heavy hand fell on Keith’s shoulder, and a chill ran down his spine. His alpha’s pheromones didn’t smell like he was upset, but he could easily have been suppressing them to fool Keith into a false sense of security.

While Keith was frozen with fear at being caught cheating, Shiro was glaring at Zethrid like he was gearing to start a fight. It seemed like they were familiar with each other. Keith distantly wondered where they’d met, but that curiosity was snuffed out by the greater issue of his alpha meeting Shiro. He didn’t know how he’d react, but it couldn’t be good.

“Shiro…” I’m so sorry. 

“Ah, yes, Shirogane. I remember. You were Kit's previous owner.”

Keith tensed. Had they… met before? He recalled his alpha mentioning Shiro several times in the past, before Keith accepted his place, but that had been only in the beginning when he was still resisting their new bond, and his alpha had never indicated that he’d actually met Shiro. Keith assumed that he had discovered his relationship to Shiro after looking into his previous life. He never suspected that they personally knew each other. 

Suddenly, he was struck with the realization that his alpha had let them meet on purpose. It would make sense, if they’d already known each other, and he knew his alpha enjoyed toying with people’s lives, especially of those he didn’t like. His alpha had known that Shiro was going to be here, and he wanted them to meet.

Keith’s stomach filled with dread at what his alpha had planned.

When his alpha suggested going up to his office, Keith wanted to tell Shiro not to follow them, to just go home and forget ever seeing him. But he knew it would be useless. From the fiercely determined look in Shiro’s eyes, Keith knew that he’d never agree, not that he could have chosen anything different from his alpha’s order. 

Warmth filled Keith’s chest as he realized that his alpha had lied. Shiro probably never gave up searching for him. Learning that, Keith felt an immense weight of guilt press down on him. He was deceived into believing that Shiro no longer cared for him, and so he eventually gave up hope of ever escaping, finally accepting the gilded cage he was confined to. Shamefully, he even came to enjoy the pleasure he could only experience here.

Keith could only berate himself for his foolishness in believing his alpha. He should have trusted Shiro, trusted the bond they had. Now Keith didn’t know if Shiro would be willing to take him back after seeing how far he’d fallen. 

His alpha pulled him toward the elevator, and Keith had to hold onto his arm in order to not trip over his feet as he was dragged along. He didn't want Shiro to see him hanging off of his alpha like this, but his heels were difficult to walk in. Despite wearing these or other similar ridiculously high heels whenever he went out, Keith still couldn’t properly walk in them. His alpha didn’t let him walk enough to get used to them. He always had Keith on his knees or straddling his lap or bent over the desk. When he wasn’t in one of those positions, his alpha was usually holding him against the wall or carrying him in his arms.

Keith felt himself flush with shame as he stood by his alpha’s side rather than by Shiro’s. He instinctively tried to run over when the vicious strength of his alpha’s pheromones forced Shiro to kneel, but as it had always been, his alpha was one step ahead and yanked Keith back by his braid. No one had ever defied his alpha because this would be the result; they would be utterly subdued. 

He sat in his alpha’s lap, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his hands into fists at his sides when his alpha started to fondle his chest and play with his nipples in the way he knew Keith liked. It was already humiliating to have it done in front of Shiro. Keith didn’t want to make it worse by moaning from the stimulation. He tried to focus on the pain of his fingernails cutting into his palm because his alpha was doing everything possible to get him to come from his nipples. 

“Don’t look, Shiro,” he begged. He didn’t want Shiro to see him like this.

Whether it was because he was provoked by his plea, wanted to humiliate Keith, or incite Shiro, his alpha chose that moment to show him off. When his alpha turned him around, Keith was thankful that he didn’t have to face Shiro anymore, but he regretted it as soon as he remembered the many hickies and bruises littered across his back. His alpha was possessive and left new marks on him every day. He could only imagine how many of them were exposed through the open back of his dress. 

Then his alpha drew Shiro’s attention to his tail. It felt like a ten pound weight was dropped into the pit of Keith’s stomach. At that moment, he just knew what his alpha was going to do. He didn’t want his alpha to take the tail out in front of Shiro. He would deliberately rub it against the overstimulated nerves of his walls and his prostate as he pulled it out, and after not being allowed to come earlier, Keith wasn’t sure he would be able to hold back his reactions. He didn’t want Shiro to see that. But instead of doing what Keith expected, his alpha had something even more shameful in mind. 

“Why don’t you show him?”

Keith froze in shock. He thought his alpha would be the one to do it. 

It was one thing for his alpha to pull the tail vibrator out while he stood there, unable to resist. It was another for Keith to actively pull it out himself. 

Unfortunately, despite the frantic shaking of his head or how he pleaded with his eyes, Keith had no choice in the matter. He could only reply with a soft “Yes, Alpha” as was expected of him, hoping that it was too quiet for Shiro to hear. Keith didn’t want Shiro to know that he had accepted an alpha, even worse, that it was the same one who kidnapped him. He didn’t want to see how that would change the way Shiro looked at him. 

Keith reluctantly walked around to the front of the desk and bent over. It was just the right height when he wore heels, and it lifted his ass to be at Shiro’s eye level. He glanced back at the man he loved most, wishing with all his being that he was looking anywhere but at him. Luck wasn’t with him today. Shiro was watching him intently, and nothing Keith could say would make him turn away.

Pressing his legs together to keep his dick, confined by the cock ring, out of sight, Keith quickly worked the tail out of himself. The way it pressed against his hypersensitive walls, vibrating all the while, made it a challenge to pull out. He tried his best to stay quiet, but judging by the pleased smile on his alpha’s face, he wasn’t sure he succeeded. When the tip of the long vibrator finally popped out, his alpha’s thick cum, that had been kept warm inside him, started to slowly drip down his thighs. 

It took all of Keith’s self-control not to purr when his alpha praised him. He refused to let Shiro see him as a senseless omega. But unfortunately, he didn’t even hesitate when he was told to clean up. His body automatically moved on its own to follow his alpha’s familiar order. It was his alpha’s precious release. As his bonded omega, he could never turn it down, nor did he even consider it. 

Before he finished licking it clean, however, his alpha tossed the tail aside and instead pulled down the collar of Keith’s dress. His body remained still, as it always did when his alpha went to remove the collar, eager to get his mouth on his scent glands, but the back of Keith’s mind was shouting that he couldn’t show this to Shiro. 

Regardless of his own thoughts, he was powerless and unwilling to stop his alpha from removing his collar. It rubbed and chafed against the tender skin of his nape, and he never liked wearing it. He thought it was better to keep his nape exposed so his alpha could have easy access to it whenever he pleased.

When his alpha grazed his sharp teeth against the sensitive glands, teasing him with the suggestion of another bite, Keith gasped and almost leaned back into it. He unconsciously released his pheromones in an attempt to tempt his alpha into claiming him again.

Feeling a hot tongue lick over his nape caused Keith to release an embarrassingly loud moan. He would have tried harder to seduce his alpha after that if he wasn’t abruptly turned around and had his tights ripped. Seeing Shiro’s furious face as he took in the brand on his inner thigh brought Keith back to the present. He remembered that they weren’t just in front of some of his alpha’s subordinates. 

Keith hung his head, guilty that he had somehow forgotten Shiro’s presence. Even when Shiro pleaded for him to look at him, Keith was too ashamed to make himself meet his eyes. Unfortunately, that was exactly what his alpha wanted him to do.

“Look at people when you talk to them.”

Keith couldn’t resist an order. He could only force himself to meet Shiro’s distraught gaze and admit he was a whore and loved his alpha’s cock. Both of the statements were true, but he had never wanted Shiro to learn that about him. 

His alpha cheerfully licked his tears that had never once stopped flowing. “Show him how much of slut you are.”

Keith tensed. He understood what his alpha was telling him to do. It suddenly made sense why he had Keith put on the cock cage. His alpha usually only had him wear it during the beginning of his heats because he liked to see him become desperate, but his heat had just ended the previous week. He now realized that his alpha had planned to make Keith show himself like this to Shiro all along. 

He couldn’t do it. 

His small act of defiance was easily broken by his alpha. Just the threat of punishment would have been enough for Keith to obey him, but he took it a step further and threatened to punish him in front of Shiro. Keith was terrified of his alpha’s punishments already. He couldn’t bear to let Shiro witness it on top of that.

Keith slowly lifted the hem of his dress, revealing the silver cock cage visible through his sheer tights. Apparently that wasn’t good enough for his alpha, because he impatiently tore the hole in his tights wider for Shiro to see Keith’s shame unobstructed. 

“What do you say, Kit?” his alpha prompted.

They’d been bonded for over two years. Keith understood his alpha’s thoughts and desires. Since he’d already come this far, there was no point in continuing to resist.

“I’m a slutty whore… I can’t have enough of my alpha’s cock,” Keith obediently said the words his alpha wanted to hear. 

Though he had been disgraced and humiliated in front of others before, this time was so much worse because it was in front of Shiro. Even though he had no choice but to follow his alpha’s orders, Keith couldn’t help mourning his image in Shiro’s eyes and how disappointed he must be by how far he’d fallen. When his alpha told Shiro about his slutty behavior, Keith desperately wanted to tell Shiro that it was all a lie, but he knew the kind of punishment that awaited him if he challenged his alpha, and he was desperate to never have to repeat that experience again. 

Keith was surprised when his alpha actually agreed to take off the cock cage just because Shiro demanded it, but his next words explained why he was willing to do it. 

“Let’s see how long it takes for him to get hard.” 

With his dick freed, it was all too easy for Keith to get hard. Just a hint of his alpha’s pheromones would be enough for his dick to start stirring with interest, not to mention that he was standing directly behind him and Keith could feel the semi-hard length of his cock pressing up against his back. His slender fingers skillfully rolled and tugged Keith’s nipples just the way he liked. No matter how he tried to resist the pleasure, it took no time at all for his dick to perk up with interest. 

“I’m sure you're curious to see how fast he comes. I’ll show you,” his alpha said. Then he whispered in Keith’s ear, low enough that Shiro couldn’t hear, “Come on ten. Make it count because it’s the last time I’ll be giving you permission for a long time.”

His alpha immediately shoved three fingers into his entrance and began counting. “One… Two… Three…” 

With each successive number, the arousal pooling in Keith’s groin heightened. His fingers went in dry, but Keith was so wet with slick and his alpha’s cum from earlier that they were quickly coated in the viscous fluid. His alpha didn’t waste any time teasing his rim or inner walls. He knew exactly where his prostate was located, and he aggressively stroked and kneaded the bundle of sensitive nerves. 

Keith could vaguely hear Shiro shouting something, but his voice sounded far away. Lust dulled his senses until his whole world consisted solely of his alpha. All Keith could focus on was the pleasure his alpha was granting him and his smooth, deep voice as he counted down to Keith’s release. 

“...Ten.”

Keith cried out, his fingers clenching into the fabric of his dress as he finally released all his pent up arousal. The intensity of his orgasm caused his vision to white out while his body writhed in his alpha’s hold. Even though his body was teased and played with every day and night to no end, it had been days since he’d last been given permission to come. All the nerves in his body ignited, singing with the relief of finally being allowed to let go of his restraint and come. 

Keith fell apart in his alpha’s arms, and when the tension in his body finally released, his legs gave out, trusting his alpha to keep him from collapsing. Every few seconds, his body twitched with the aftershocks of the violent pleasure that tore through him. Even though it was only from his alpha’s fingers, Keith felt warm inside and almost satisfied with the familiar scent of pheromones enveloping him. He wanted to turn around and bury his nose into his alpha’s neck, where the pheromones were strongest, but he was suddenly dropped to the floor. 

“Clean this up.”

Mind muddled from post-coital bliss and surrounded by his alpha’s intoxicating scent, Keith forgot all about Shiro’s presence. Without any reservation, he submitted to the will of his alpha. 

“Yes, Alpha,” he said and lowered his head to clean up his release. He heard his alpha question him about his tail, but Keith’s mouth was busy licking clean his cum, so he hummed his agreement.

“I asked you a question, Kit,” his alpha chastised.

“Yes,” Keith paused his licking to answer. Apparently his short response wasn’t satisfactory for his alpha. Keith knew he liked it when he clearly verbalized his desires, so he added, “I want my tail.”

Keith raised his ass when his alpha ordered, eager to have something filling him again. He was never empty for long, whether it be from his alpha’s deliciously large cock or some toy. He had grown used to the feeling of being stuffed, so now it felt uncomfortable when there was nothing inside him.

His alpha brought over the box with his various tails. He exclusively used tails on Keith when they were out in public to hide the fact that he was missing one. Keith knew that it was shameful for someone as powerful and distinguished as his alpha to have such an inferior omega for a mate, yet despite how Keith was lacking one of the most important features that made an omega desirable, his alpha still chose him to bond with him. To show his gratitude, he never did anything to make him regret his decision.

Keith tuned out his alpha’s conversation with the other person in the room; it didn’t concern him. And even if it did, he knew his alpha would do what was best for him. Instead, he focused on being patient and keeping still while he waited for his tail. When his alpha picked out the knotted dildo, Keith’s dick started filling with blood in anticipation of having it inside him. It was his favorite toy because it was modeled after his alpha’s own cock and knot and nearly as large. 

His alpha told him to turn around, and Keith was more than happy to present his ass to be filled. All of a sudden, there was a loud crash, followed by the clatter of books and other objects hitting the ground. Keith startled and turned his head toward the sound while making sure he kept his position on the floor and was shocked to see his alpha’s hand encasing Shiro’s fist. 

Brought back to his senses by the shocking scene, Keith was mortified at the realization that he’d somehow forgotten Shiro’s presence in favor of chasing after his own pleasure, despite having been directly in front of him. His alpha was right, Keith was a whore.

Keith almost called out a name before it died on his tongue upon seeing the furious glint in his alpha’s eyes. He wasn’t sure whose name he was going to call.

His alpha doubled the amount of hostile pheromones he was suppressing Shiro with. It spread throughout the office and was strong enough that even Zethrid and Ezor, who had stayed at the back of the room after dragging Shiro in, were grimacing from the pressure. 

Satisfied that Shiro was sufficiently suppressed, his alpha took out the tail with the glass anal beads. The largest bead was almost too big for him; it could only just barely make it past his rim without tearing him. And because it was made of glass, there was no give to its shape or size, so Keith had to be careful when he moved with it. If he moved too suddenly or sat down carelessly, the rigid beads would stir him up in a way that felt like he was being punched from the inside. 

Keith didn’t care for these anal beads as much as some of the other choices that were available, and yet his body welcomed the intrusion when his alpha pushed in the first bead. A needy whine escaped his throat because the one bead wasn’t nearly enough. He pushed himself back on it, his ass accepting the second bead without difficulty. 

The textured surface stimulated his sensitive walls. Keith began to purr his contentment, only for it to change into sob halfway. His alpha was pressing on the end of the beads with an unforgiving force, and in his current position, it was impossible for Keith to escape it. The amount his ass was forced to stretch to accommodate the last bead was almost intolerable. It didn’t reach the same depth inside him as the knotted dildo would have, but it felt like it was tearing him in half from the obscene width of it. A few sobs managed to slip out before Keith remembered to muffle the rest by biting his lips.

After what felt like a lifetime, the widest part of the bead finally passed his rim. Keith panted as the beads settled inside him, unconsciously releasing pitiful whines from the unbearable pressure. The sound provoked his alpha to slap his tender ass, and Keith let out a weak cry when it caused him to involuntarily clench down around the hard beads. 

“For now, entertain yourself with this,” his alpha said, the only warning he got before the rigid beads started violently vibrating inside him. 

“No ohhh…” Keith tried to protest, but the words were lost in his moans of pleasure. 

He was already overwhelmed by the sheer size of the beads. Adding in the vibration against his oversensitive walls, Keith felt paralyzed and lost control of his body. His muscles shuddered and convulsed as he forcibly held his climax at bay. Even with his mind dazed from the pleasure, his body clearly remembered his alpha’s lessons on not coming without permission.

Keith didn’t know when he curled into a ball, but after what felt to be an eternity of teasing, his alpha dragged him up by his arm. His legs were unsteady and shaking under his weight. He couldn’t find his balance in his heels and the excessively large, vibrating beads splitting him down the middle didn’t help. Keith would have dropped back to the floor if his alpha didn’t have his arm around him. 

He exhaled a sigh of relief when he was bent over the desk, even though his hands were pulled behind his back. This position could only mean one thing - his alpha was going to fuck him. The beads were still making a mess of Keith’s insides, but he knew they would soon be replaced with something much better. 

Keith heard shouts of his name and threats against his alpha from behind him. He frowned, lifting his head to look back over his shoulder to see who could be so brazen and foolish as to speak such absurd words of intimidation to his alpha. He saw someone being dragged away, but before he could get a clear look at their face, his vision clouded over with lust. His alpha had kicked his feet apart and slotted himself between his legs, teasingly rubbing his clothed erection over the base of his tail. 

Keith quickly forgot about the people that were leaving the room, instead focusing on the much more pressing matter at hand. He turned his head and tried to adjust himself to a more comfortable position. Then he lifted onto his toes, raising his ass as high as he could.  

The soft ding of the elevator doors closing was the last thing Keith was aware of before his senses were overtaken by the growing presence of his alpha behind him. His alpha draped his body over his smaller frame, pressing him into the desk. Keith groaned as the beads inside him jostled from the weight of his alpha pushing down on him. It bordered on the edge of pleasure and pain, though the precum leaking from his dick proved that it was leaning more towards the side of pleasure. 

“Seeing Shirogane again, I’m reminded that he really isn’t much. You used to be so pitiful, Kit, you had to endure your heats with that. He could never satisfy you, not like I do.” His alpha rutted his hips to make his point, and Keith could only moan at the unspoken promise. “How was it seeing your previous owner again? Did you have a good time?” his alpha questioned next to his ear. His warm breath ghosting across the side of Keith’s face caused a shiver to run down his spine. 

“Shiro… Good… Hahh…” Keith moaned, unaware of what he was saying. He was only repeating what his alpha said like always, so he was taken by surprise when his mood seemed to sour. 

“So it was fun, was it?” his alpha asked darkly. 

Assuming he was talking about getting to come earlier and the new tail he had been given, Keith answered truthfully, “Yes.”

“I see. Then I must have been too lenient with your training.”

His alpha abruptly tore the beads out of Keith, immediately replacing his empty hole with his own hard cock. Shocked by the sudden rough treatment, Keith cried out in pain. However, his alpha didn’t spare him any care and started up a fast and brutal pace. His hips slapped Keith’s ass with each powerful thrust, as if he wanted to carve out Keith’s insides to his shape, as if he couldn’t already intimately recall the placement of every vein and bump along the long shaft.

The thought of being so thoroughly owned and used by his alpha appealed to his omega nature that became more dominant the longer he was bonded. Keith moaned at the aggressive behavior and tightened around the thick cock repeatedly driving into him in order to please his alpha so he would quickly fill him with his release. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his alpha groaned. “I should have done this in front of Shirogane.” 

Then he paused as if he’d thought of something. Keith whined at the sudden lack of movement when he was unexpectedly picked up. Supported only by his alpha’s arms hooked under his knees, he sank further down on the large cock still buried inside him. In this position, his alpha could reach the innermost depths of his body. Keith could feel his organs rearranging themselves to accommodate his size. It almost felt like he came up to his throat. 

He bobbed up and down his alpha’s cock as he walked around the desk, short, punched-out sounds leaving him with every step he took. Just as Keith felt himself falling forward, his chest hit the hard glass of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. He braced his hands against the window, instinctively trying to push himself away. Looking out at the city from this height was daunting, especially since he was being pushed against the glass. Logically Keith knew that the window wouldn’t break so easily, but he also knew his alpha’s strength and could sense that he wasn’t in a good mood. When he got like that, he didn’t take care to control his strength. 

“We might be able to see Shirogane from here. Maybe he’s looking up at us right now, watching you clench down around my cock,” his alpha mused. “It’s such a shame this office doesn’t have a balcony. I’m sure you’d love to be fucked in sight of the entire city.”

Keith tilted his head and chanced a look down. His alpha’s office was on the top floor of a 50-story building. It was so high up that even the cars looked small from this height. Keith could see people walking on the sidewalks below, but they were too small to be identified. He couldn’t tell which, if any, was Shiro. 

His alpha dropped his legs and wrapped his hands around his waist. He was so much bigger than Keith, his fingertips could nearly touch around his middle. When he started thrusting again, it was at a much more leisurely pace than before. His alpha kept the thrusts shallow, teasing Keith with enough to keep him near the edge of climax but far enough away that he remained coherent while he continued his one-sided conversation. 

“You still think you can go back to Shirogane? Give it up, his Kit ,” his alpha growled and bit Keith’s ear. “Do you think he’d want you as you are now? You’re just a cumslut always begging for my knot.”

Keith let out a pitiful whine, urging his alpha to move faster. Even in his stilettos, his feet just barely grazed the floor. He couldn’t get any leverage to move on his own. His alpha controlled the rhythm, and to Keith’s dismay, was unmoved by his efforts to increase the pace.

“Tsk, tsk, Kit, you should be listening to me right now. If I wanted you to come, I would tell you,” his alpha lightly scolded, stilling his movements. 

He held Keith down on his cock, just holding him in place. Keith could feel his alpha’s cock throbbing inside him. He squirmed in place, desperate for some friction even if it was that tantalizingly slow pace, but he was helpless to make his alpha do anything he didn’t wish to.

“Take a hard look at where you are right now, Kit. This is where you belong. You were born to lay beneath me, while I have the world at my feet,” his alpha continued. “Next time, I’m going to fuck you in front of Shirogane. He’s going to watch you fuck yourself on my cock and come on my knot.”

“Alpha…” Keith mewled. 

He wanted. He wanted to come on his alpha’s knot so badly. All this talk of fucking while Keith wasn’t being fucked was like torture for him. His earlier orgasm was as satisfactory as one could be from his fingers, but what he wanted more than anything was his alpha’s knot. He couldn’t focus on the words that were being said, only on his alpha’s cock, hard and heavy inside him.

Thankfully his alpha decided he’d punished Keith enough for his lapse in attention and lifted him off of his cock. The slow drag of his alpha’s cock along his tender walls and the protruding bumps rubbing against his prostate with too light a touch caused Keith to tighten around the thick length withdrawing from him, trying to suck it back in. When only the head remained inside, his alpha slammed him back down to the hilt. Keith cried out, waves of pleasure wracking his frame.

“Before you left, I told you that if you behaved, I would let you come,” his alpha started. “Did you behave yourself?”

“Yes,” Keith said eagerly. “Please, Alpha, I was good. I want to come,” he begged.

“No, I don’t think committing adultery counts as good behavior.” His alpha lifted Keith up again before forcing him back down on his cock.  

“Ahh! I didn’t! Alpha, I wouldn’t!” 

Keith didn’t know what he was talking about. He would never betray his alpha! His alpha had never accused him of cheating before. Keith was terrified that if this misunderstanding wasn’t quickly cleared up, his alpha would abandon him. 

“But you did. You kissed Shirogane,” his alpha reminded as he gave another deep thrust. 

Suddenly it all came back to him. He remembered kissing Shiro when they first saw each other. Keith didn’t know what had come over him to allow someone who wasn’t his alpha to even lay a finger on him. He should have pushed Shiro away as soon as he got too close, but for some reason, he had kissed him back.

“Ah, see? You remember.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! I don’t know why I did it,” Keith cried. He didn’t want his alpha to misunderstand. “Please, Alpha, you have to believe me. I only love you, I swear!” 

He knew he had done something unforgivable, and yet he was begging for forgiveness. Keith knew he was being shameless and that he deserved to be discarded, but he couldn’t bear to be separated from his alpha. 

“Please don’t throw me away! Alpha… Alpha, please!!”

“You humiliated me in front of my employees,” his alpha said calmly. That calm scared Keith, because it meant a storm was brewing.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Then why did you kiss Shirogane?” The air was forced from Keith’s lungs by another deep thrust. 

“I don’t know,” Keith sobbed. “Please, Alpha, forgive me!” 

“Do you understand the severity of what you’ve done?”

“I do. I swear it’ll never happen again!” Keith vowed. 

“Then you know I must punish you.”

“Yes! Anything, just please don’t throw me away,” Keith readily agreed. He would take any punishment, as long as it meant he could stay with his alpha. 

“You will not come during your next heat.”

Keith’s stomach dropped. Heats were an extremely difficult time for him. His mind filled with only thoughts of being bred, and his body’s sensitivity heightened tenfold. He was entirely mindless with desire. Without his alpha to accompany him, he wouldn’t be able to make it through it. 

“Of course, I will fuck you through your heat,” his alpha continued. “It wouldn’t be fair for me to suffer because of your infidelity. Wouldn’t you agree?” 

Keith let out a sigh of relief as he nodded in agreement. He wouldn’t have to go through his heat alone.

“However, you will not be permitted to orgasm for the duration of your heat. That will be your punishment. Is that clear?”

Not coming during his heat was an impossible task. Even during his heats in the past before his alpha found him, Keith would still come, however unsatisfactory it had been. But to hold back his climax while his alpha was fucking him and he was in heat, Keith didn’t know if it was even possible. But he had to do it. He would do it. 

“Yes,” he said, his voice small but determined.

“Very well. Then we will begin your punishment after I finish with you here.”

His alpha pulled out completely and turned Keith around to lay back on the desk. The next moment, his legs were thrown over his alpha’s shoulders, and his alpha was sliding back into his rightful place inside Keith. 

•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

Honestly Lotor was disappointed in his Kit. He thought he’d trained his pet better than this. 

When he went to see how his Kit and Shirogane were doing, he found them wrapped in each other’s arms in a tight embrace, whispering sweet words of love between desperate kisses. It was all very innocent and chaste, but Lotor had expected his kitten to have learned his place by now.

His Kit had already accepted his fate as Lotor’s omega a long time ago, but Lotor knew that there was a part of him that hadn’t let Shirogane go, always keeping his memory in the deepest recesses of his heart. This was a great opportunity to finally make his kitten see reality. It was impossible for him to go back; only Lotor could satisfy him now. He just needed to learn that.

Shirogane’s reactions were somehow even more entertaining than Lotor had hoped they’d be. The pathetic human resorted to begging before Lotor even did anything. He only touched his Kit a little in front of him, and tears already began to gather in Shirogane’s eyes. 

His expression of utter devastation when Lotor showed him just how much his precious little Keith had changed since they last saw each other was comical. Lotor almost laughed at the sight.

The most notable change to his Kit was the evidence of Lotor’s claim on his nape. It was impossible for Shirogane not to understand the significance of it, and the way his expression crumpled at the sight confirmed there was no misunderstanding about its meaning. 

When Lotor helpfully informed him that Keith was his, Shirogane became outraged once more. His reaction was refreshing. By this point, most people would have already lost all hope and given in to despair. If Shirogane was like most people, Lotor would have lost his source of entertainment. Fortunately for him, the human wasn’t ready to back down yet. 

It was laughable how Shirogane tried to argue the moral high ground when they both knew which side the people who had the power to make decisions were on. After all, there were many twisted individuals working in the government, and they benefited from omegas’ lack of autonomy just as much, if not more, than alphas. An omega couldn’t leave their alpha after a bond was formed, regardless of whatever the law may say. But if the law wasn’t so lenient, mere humans wouldn’t have the authority to keep omegas as their personal playthings. Shirogane’s righteous anger had no power to influence anyone.

Lotor had fucked his Kit's sense of shame out of him early on, so he followed all his orders with little to no reluctance. He willingly admitted to being a whore and exposed his bound dick to Shirogane, much to the human’s horror. The simultaneous anguish and repulsion on Shirogane’s face when Keith dropped down to his knees to lick his own cum off the floor on Lotor’s order was priceless. 

Lotor tried to be generous and allow Shirogane to insert his Kit's new tail - it wasn’t a privilege he gave to just anyone - but the human reacted violently and ungratefully threw it against the wall. Lotor wasn’t one to let people disrespect him, and it seemed he hadn’t made it clear enough who was the one in command here. He had to make Shirogane understand exactly how powerless he was.

He slowly pushed the tail with the largest attachment - the glass anal beads - into his Kit’s ass and made sure that he was very vocal with how he enjoyed it. The louder his kitten’s moans were, the more the light in Shirogane’s eyes dimmed. 

It was an enjoyable game to play, going back and forth with Shirogane like this, but Lotor could see that the human was close to reaching his limit. There were times when he chose to be merciful, and it would be a shame if he broke his new toy so soon, so Lotor decided that this was enough fun for one day. It was better to let Shirogane go back while he still believed that he could “save” Keith and let him make an attempt at a “rescue” another day.

The loathing and determination burning in Shirogane’s eyes as the elevator doors closed between them was satisfying. It had been a good decision to let Keith meet with Shirogane. Lotor hadn’t had that much fun in a long time. 

And now that the disturbance had left, he could finally take his time thoroughly fucking his kitten how he enjoyed. He’d had to rush earlier, and the excitement of meeting with Shirogane had gotten him hard all over again. He bucked his hips against his Kit's tail, driving the beads deeper inside.

“How was it seeing your previous owner again? Did you have a good time?” Lotor asked.

His kitten moaned an affirmative, opposite the answer Lotor was looking for, but he didn’t fault him for it. His Kit was too far gone with lust by now to understand what he had just been asked. Lotor understood that his “Good” was referring to being permitted to come earlier, not for reuniting with his average-sized-cock ex who couldn’t satisfy him. 

“I see. Then I must have been too lenient with your training,” Lotor teased. He had been planning on fucking his pet no matter what answer he received.

He roughly yanked the tail out of his kitten’s ass, too impatient to take his time to ease it out, earning a pained cry from his Kit. Lotor wasn’t concerned, however. His Kit had endured much harsher treatment at the beginning of his training, and he would recover quickly from this. All he needed was Lotor’s cock spearing him, and he would forget all about his temporary pain.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. I should have done this in front of Shirogane,” he groaned, thrusting his cock with quick snaps of his hips into his Kit's inviting hole. 

Lotor slightly regretted not fucking him in front of Shirogane, especially when he apparently still had so much fight left in him, but if he was right, that chance would come again soon enough. And the next time they were all in a room together, Lotor was going to fuck his kitten silly in front of the human. He looked forward to seeing Shirogane’s expression when he saw what Keith looked like when he actually enjoyed the sex.

Lotor picked up his Kit and carried him over to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk, pressing him against the cool glass. Sandwiched between the window and Lotor’s body, held up only by Lotor’s hands behind his knees and his cock in his ass, his Kit was unable to move on his own. Lotor’s cock could penetrate the deepest in this position, so he just stood there for a few moments, relishing the way his kitten’s soft walls clenched around his full length, as if he was enticing him to come inside. 

“It’s such a shame there isn’t a balcony,” Lotor mused. “I’m sure you’d love to be fucked in view of the entire city.”

He could imagine himself and Keith on a balcony with glass railings and possibly even glass floors, so everyone in the city could see his kitten be fucked by him every day. His Kit's cries would echo so nicely, bouncing off the tall buildings for more people to hear. A crowd might even gather around below them every day just to watch his pretty omega be stuffed by his alpha’s cock he loved so much. 

Lotor would consider having one constructed in the future. For now, he contented himself with fucking his kitten against the window, putting on a private show only for the view of the people in the building across from his.

He let his Kit's legs fall and wrapped his hands around his thin waist, so small that Lotor’s fingers could almost touch in the front and back. He moved his kitten up and down his cock, just shallow movements that teased but didn’t provide any relief. His Kit whined and canted his hips back to meet Lotor’s, but Lotor kept his hold on him firm and continued the torturous pace. 

“Next time, I’m going to fuck you in front of Shirogane. He’s going to watch you fuck yourself on my cock and come from my knot.” He couldn’t wait to see the human’s expression when he realized he couldn’t do anything for Keith and that he didn’t even want him anymore.

“Alpha…” his Kit mewled, his insides quivering around Lotor’s cock.

Lotor decided that he’d teased them both enough and lifted his Kit almost entirely off his cock, only to forcefully slam him back down. He kept the pace slow, but the thrusts gradually became more aggressive until his Kit was writhing in his arms. 

When he was sure his kitten’s thoughts were only filled with thoughts of his cock penetrating him, Lotor brought up how he had cheated on him with Shirogane. Such an insignificant thing as a few kisses meant nothing to Lotor. In fact, he was almost glad that his Kit had kissed him, because it raised Shirogane’s hopes of his chances of “saving” Keith, which would then increase the amount of entertainment he could provide Lotor. 

But that wasn’t to say Lotor was happy that his Kit seemed to enjoy kissing his ex. He was disappointed in his kitten’s lack of discipline but he wasn’t angry. After all, the one who would suffer from his disobedience wasn’t going to be him.

“You will not come during your next heat.”

Lotor could feel when his Kit registered what he’d said because he immediately froze, even his ass stopped working Lotor’s cock. He almost chuckled at the pronounced reaction, but he had to be firm and pretend he was angry so his Kit would properly repent his actions. 

“Of course, I will fuck you through your heat. It wouldn’t be right for me to suffer because of your infidelity. However, you will not be permitted to orgasm for the duration of your heat. That will be your punishment. Is that clear?”

“Yes…” 

His Kit accepted his punishment, his voice shaking with distress, and Lotor almost felt pity for him. It was an owner’s responsibility if their pet misbehaved, and indeed, Lotor had ended his kitten’s training because it hadn’t seemed necessary. His Kit understood Lotor’s wishes without him having to say a word, and when he did give an order, he obediently fulfilled it at once. Lotor had failed to account for the possibility that Shirogane would make an appearance. No matter, he would correct his own flaws and resume his Kit's training immediately, beginning with this punishment. 

He withdrew from his Kit and pulled him away from the window. Laying him back on his desk, Lotor arranged his kitten’s slender legs to rest on his shoulders. There was no resistance as he smoothly slid back into his waiting entrance, the tight hole eagerly welcoming his intrusion. His Kit moaned as Lotor pounded him into his desk, his hands coming up to clutch his suit. Lotor leaned down and licked into his kitten’s warm mouth and swallowed down his cries.

Lotor took his time playing with his Kit before finally knotting him and releasing inside. When he was finished, he sat back in his chair and resumed his work while waiting for his knot to go down. His kitten hadn’t been allowed to come, but he was sluggish and boneless as if he had. He tucked himself into Lotor’s arms, pressing his nose to his collar to scent him, and began to purr. Only his dick still hard between them revealed that he was still unsatisfied. 

By the time he was able to pull out of his kitten, Lotor had finished the most important matters that required his immediate attention. The rest could wait until tomorrow. Right now, he had his Kit's punishment that needed seeing to, and he couldn’t do it outside. They would never be able to leave the office if he started his kitten’s heat here. Lotor could have easily gone several more rounds with his kitten - and he was tempted to - but thinking that he would be going into heat soon, he held back. 

He sent a message to his secretary for a driver to be readied and then stood up to fix his clothes, ordering his Kit to do the same. There was a telling wet patch at the front of his dress and the rip in his tights made it obvious what they’d been doing, but it was presentable enough. The workers in the building had already seen his Kit in worse states of debauchery and were already used to it.  

“Let’s go,” Lotor said, heading over to the elevator with his Kit stumbling after him. 

His legs were noticeably shaking after the hard fuck, and the heels didn’t help his stability. He held onto Lotor’s arms for support as they made their way down to the lobby. The car was already waiting in front of the building when they exited, and he got in the backseat, pulling his Kit in with him. After Lotor ordered the driver to take them home, he rolled up the privacy window between them.

It wasn’t convenient to carry around incense and an incense burner everywhere, so Lotor had tasked his team to create something small and portable that could induce heats in the same way. Taking out the bottle of innocent-looking pills from the door compartment, he pulled his Kit to straddle his lap.

“Open up.”

His Kit obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the two pills Lotor fed him. They had been together for a long time now, and his kitten had long stopped opposing him. There was no need to hide anything anymore, so Lotor was very open about the different drugs he used on him. His Kit was surprised when he first found out, but he quickly came to understand why Lotor did it. It didn’t hurt that his Kit enjoyed the extra attention Lotor gave him during his heats.

The heat pills only needed ten minutes before they began to take effect. Lotor pulled his Kit's dress off, leaving him in only his torn tights and heels, and lowered his head to his neck. He mouthed at the thin skin between his neck and shoulder to stimulate his scent glands to produce more of their sweet pheromones, then nipped along his delicate collarbone when the scent filled the back of the car. His hands slid up his kitten’s sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, and latched onto the swollen and hard nipples. 

Lotor had taken great care over these past two years to develop his Kit's sensitivity, especially around his nipples. He’d even decorated one with a nipple piercing that his kitten had been particularly taken by. Lotor preferred his Kit in simple but elegant accessories that enhanced his natural beauty, nothing garish that would distract from it. His kitten was usually only adorned with a silver stud with a deep purple diamond in the shape of a teardrop hanging off of it, though Lotor’s personal favorite was a diamond-studded heart that perfectly framed the nipple with a thin chain that attached to his collar. 

Right now his Kit only wore a simple silver ring, easy for Lotor to manipulate. As his mouth licked its way down to suck in the unpierced nipple, his hand tugged and twisted the ring on the other. His kitten tangled his fingers into Lotor’s hair, his chest heaving as breathy moans spilled from his lips. 

Lotor laved his tongue over his Kit's nipple, nipped and sucked at it, and flicked it back and forth several times. “Don’t come,” he reminded.

As he continued to tease and torment the hard nubs, his Kit grew increasingly restless. It was barely noticeable at first, his hips giving the occasional involuntary jerk, tightening his grip on Lotor’s hair, but it gradually escalated until he was rutting his leaking cock against Lotor’s stomach and trying to pull open his shirt. By the time his Kit finally managed to get Lotor’s shirt off - several buttons were lost in the process - he was well into his heat. 

Lotor gathered his kitten’s hands that were now clumsily pulling at his belt in one hand and used his other hand to grab his chin to pull his head up to look at him. “Do you remember your punishment?”

“Alpha…” his Kit whispered, eyes clearing somewhat. “Please, Alpha, I need you,” he almost cried. 

“You are not to come,” Lotor said sternly. “If you can promise that, I will give you what you want.”

His Kit vigorously nodded. “I promise! Please, I need you inside me!”

“Then you may proceed,” Lotor grinned and released his kitten. 

His Kit fell to the floor in the space between Lotor’s knees and immediately set to work undoing his belt. It took him longer than it usually would have, his heat-addled mind affecting his dexterity, but he was eventually able to pull out Lotor’s cock, already half-hard from the influence of his kitten’s pheromones. His Kit pressed his nose to the base of his cock and inhaled deeply, sighing in content. Then he licked a wide stripe up the underside and gave a kiss to the tip before taking the entire length into his mouth. 

Lotor groaned when he hit the back of his throat, and his Kit continued to take him in even deeper until his lips were stretched wide around the base, just before his knot. The tight throat convulsed around his length, and Lotor brought his hands up to pet his kitten’s ears in approval. He didn’t even have to hold his Kit down anymore, he knew what Lotor liked and instinctively did what pleased him. 

His kitten let his throat do the work, swallowing around him and trying to use his tongue to massage the raised bumps along the shaft while his hands lightly kneaded his balls. He came up only when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer and Lotor generously allowed it. 

He pulled off his cock with a pop, leaving the bumpy length glistening with his spit. Seeing that it was now completely hard, he eagerly climbed back up into Lotor’s lap. They both let out a low moan when he sank down on his cock without delay or any preparation. Not that it was necessary with all the slick dripping from his hole and how thoroughly Lotor had opened him up earlier in the office.

Grabbing onto Lotor’s shoulders for balance, his Kit began a frenzied pace bouncing up and down his cock. Lotor rested his hands on his kitten’s hips but didn’t move to help. He always let his Kit take the lead at the beginning of his heats because he loved his desperate cries when he couldn’t get Lotor’s knot in himself.

As expected, by the time the car stopped outside the estate twenty minutes later, tears were streaming from his Kit's eyes. 

“I can’t - Alpha, help me,” his kitten sobbed, continuing to bob up and down Lotor’s cock like it was the only thing he knew how to do. 

“We’re home. Let’s go in first,” Lotor said.

“No! I need your knot!” His Kit wrapped his arms around Lotor’s neck and refused to let go. 

Thankfully the back seats of the car were spacious. They didn’t leave for almost an entire hour after arriving, and even then, his Kit was almost wailing when Lotor finally forced him off his cock. He wouldn’t stop trying to climb him, however, so Lotor couldn’t even get the door open. Only at times like these when his mind was so lust-addled that he was unable to control his urges did his kitten display his true strength. 

Eventually Lotor gave up on trying to keep his Kit off him. He had no choice but to carry him inside while he bounced on his cock the entire way to the bedroom. Lotor threw him onto the bed and continued thrusting into him to keep him distracted while he cuffed his wrists to the headboard. Once his Kit was properly restrained, Lotor pulled out and moved up to straddle his knees over his chest and pin him down, keeping the majority of his weight off of his small kitten.

Beneath him, his Kit's hair fanned out around him like a dark halo. His glossy eyes were unfocused, the pupils blown wide, and only a thin ring of violet remained outlining the black center. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and a dusting of red across his cheeks that spread down his neck to his chest. Plush pink lips parted as his Kit breathed heavily through his mouth, and every so often, a wet tongue would dart out to wet them. His kitten was so effortlessly slutty, it was a miracle some other alpha hadn’t claimed him before he found him.

Lotor aimed his cock at his Kit's face and began to pump his hands up and down the shaft, the slide made easy with his kitten’s slick. The soft “Please” his Kit exhaled was all it took for Lotor to come after holding himself back for the past 45-minute drive. He stroked himself through his release as he painted his Kit's face white. 

After he calmed down, Lotor swiped some of the cum on his kitten’s face and brought it to his lips. His Kit eagerly sucked Lotor’s fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He lapped at them with his tongue and made sure to get every last drop. 

Once his fingers were clean, Lotor stood up from the bed. His kitten struggled to follow after him, but the restraints held firm. 

“Alpha…?”

“There are some things I need to see to,” Lotor said, giving his Kit's nipple ring a teasing tug. “Use this time to rest.”

“Wait- Wait, Alpha! Don’t go!”

“I will be back soon,” Lotor walked away.

His Kit whined in distress but Lotor ignored him. He wouldn’t leave him alone for long, he just had a few things to arrange in case a certain human chose to make an appearance. 

Lotor hoped Shirogane would live up to his expectations. If he didn’t let him down, things would soon become very entertaining.

•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

A short distance from the estate, an old car that looked out of place in the expensive community was parked on the side of the road. Shiro stared with furious determination at the impressive mansion behind the locked gates, but he wasn’t appreciating its beauty.