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Keith clutched his head, groaning as he opened his eyes, but everything stayed black. He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly, but nothing changed. Wherever he was, it was pitch black.
What happened?
He tried to sit up and suddenly felt the weight of something heavy on his neck, hearing a faint clink of metal. His hands immediately went to his throat and he gasped as the cool, metallic surface of a collar greeted his fingers. Panic quickly started to overtake him.
Where am I?
He couldn’t seem to remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his own bed. His hands continued to explore the collar, and he discovered that the clink of metal he heard was a chain. There was a fucking chain attached to the collar, keeping him anchored to the wall near the bed.
Keith took slow, deep breaths to try and calm himself down. His eyes had adjusted to the dark a little bit, but there wasn’t much to see other than the outline of the walls around the room. As he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, he felt the rough sensation of concrete assault the soles of his feet.
So, he was in a cold place with no light and made of concrete. Probably a basement or a warehouse of some sort. But why? Who would do this to him? Tears started to fall as Keith fully realized the gravity of his situation.
This can’t be… This can’t be..!
He lay back down on the bed, or more accurately, the cot, and pulled the blanket that had been covering him up over his head. It wasn’t high quality by any means, but it was better than nothing. Why couldn’t he remember anything? He tried to place his last memory, but his head hurt too much. Walking home from work..? He ran his hands up and down the length of his body to see if anything hurt, but he was more sore than anything. No injuries from what he could tell.
What he did notice though, is that his clothes were completely different and his binder was gone, not even a bra to replace it. He peeked his head out from under the blanket to try and look around the room again, but he couldn’t see anymore than before. There was nothing to gain by worrying incessantly in the dark. He couldn’t escape if he couldn’t see.
He realized with a start that he doesn’t even know what time it is, or if anyone is even planning to come back for him. What if whoever captured him just left him here to rot? He shook his head and turned in the bed, facing the wall. There was no sense in capturing him and chaining him up like this if they weren’t intending to come back. For now, all he could do is wait. He closed his eyes and did his best to try and let sleep take him in this scary, unfamiliar place
The creak of a door opening is what woke Keith from his dreamless sleep. He sat up in the bed as heavy footsteps descended what sounded like wooden stairs, creaking and groaning underneath the weight of whoever that was. The footsteps stopped as they reached the bottom and a switch was flicked, illuminating a row of overhead lights. Keith winced and put his hands up to cover his eyes, unused to the bright light after the hours spent in the dark. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light, and he started by taking in the room around him.
He concluded from the fact that someone had descended the stairs to get to him that this was, in fact, a basement. Grey concrete walls surrounded him on all sides, but the room was by no means small. His cot sat flush against a wall opposite to the stairs, and there was a metal hole screwed into the wall which held the chain that was attached to the collar around his neck. He glanced to his right and saw that the wall is adorned with… sex toys? Dildos, vibrators, whips, flogs, and many things Keith didn’t even know the names of. They were all housed and organized neatly on the wall, trapped behind a large glass display case that was locked with a padlock in the center.
Keith looked over to his other side on the left and found a wooden door placed directly in the center of the wall. Probably a storage closet of some sort. The only other notable things about the room were the hose coiled up in the corner near the door, and the drain directly in the center of the room, which he could only assume were directly related.
Finally, his eyes landed on the only thing in the room that he hadn’t looked at yet. The man standing in front of his bed. He had made his way across the room while Keith looked around, and was now staring down at him with an unreadable expression on his face. He was tall, at least 6 feet, which would already tower over Keith’s small stature if he were standing, and it makes him feel even smaller and weaker since he’s sitting. The man’s face was reasonably young, maybe 5 years older than Keith, but the large scar across his nose gave him an air of experience, something you wouldn’t normally see among guys in their late 20’s. His eyes were a dark gray, and his hair black to match, with a long tuft of white at the front. He was wearing a clean white button up and some brown slacks, as if he were on his way to a business meeting.
All in all, he seemed very… normal. Keith didn’t recognize him either, which only added to the confusion of why he was here. He shrunk back in the bed a little bit, unsure of what to say. Should he be angry? Could he risk yelling and cursing at the man, or would that just earn him a quick death?
“Good morning, Keith,” the man said, his voice deep and gruff.
Keith’s eyes widened as he heard his name, then returned to normal as he realized the man probably just read it off the ID in his wallet. Calm down, he told himself, his heart rate accelerating quickly. First things first, he needed information. He tried to keep his voice low and calm as he spoke.
“Wh-where… where am I?” Keith asked, his voice hoarse and cracking. He hadn’t spoken in a while, and his throat was as dry as a desert. He didn’t realize just how thirsty he was until now.
“Where are you? You’re home, sweetheart,” the man responded with a smile.
Ok… not helpful, Keith thought, looking the man up and down. This was very obviously not Keith’s apartment. Why would he say that?
“This… isn’t my home.” Keith tried to keep his voice level, afraid of letting his anger show. The man crouched down beside the bed and Keith flinched as he moved a hand up to pat his head.
“It is now.”
Keith’s heart dropped and a pit formed in his stomach. What did he mean by that? He was going to… keep him here? His mind wandered back to the collar around his neck. He was a prisoner here. He opened his mouth to speak but the man spoke first, interrupting him before he could get a word out.
“You must be hungry,” he commented. “You want me to get you some breakfast?”
Keith’s stomach growled at the mention of food, and he forgot what he was going to say before. Ok, food first… then I figure out a way out of here, he decided before nodding in response to the man’s question. He flashed Keith a warm smile before turning around and heading back up the stairs and through the door at the top.
Keith lay back down on the bed and ran through the interaction in his head. The man didn’t seem… dangerous? Keith was sure that the man could hurt him if he wanted to, but that didn’t seem like something he wanted to do, otherwise he wouldn’t have offered to feed him. Then why the fuck did he kidnap him? Keith’s head spun with thoughts and he groaned in frustration at the whole situation. He just wanted to sob into the pillow and give up. But he couldn’t give up. Not yet. He glanced to his right, to the wall filled with sex toys. What exactly did this man want from him?
Soon enough, the door at the top of the stairs creaked open again, and the smell of fresh food blessed Keith’s senses. The man walked over to the bed and sat next to Keith, handing him a paper plate with two chocolate chip pancakes and a plastic fork. Chocolate chip pancakes… That was Keith’s favorite breakfast. Did this man know? Or was it just a lucky guess? Keith shifted uneasily as he took the plate without looking, keeping his eyes on the pancakes. The man handed him a glass of water as well, which he gladly accepted and began to gulp down, savoring the soothing feeling of fresh water against his dry throat.
“Enjoy,” the man smiled, staying seated next to Keith.
Keith waited for a moment, but he didn’t move. He just kept staring at Keith. He tried his best to be unbothered by it as he, with great difficulty, cut off a piece with his fork and placed it in his mouth. They were surprisingly good, and Keith quickly abandoned his stupid plastic fork in favor of just taking bites out of the pancake and holding it with his hands, quickly devouring both of them.
The whole time, the man just sat there and watched Keith eat, observing him like an exhibit at a museum, or perhaps an animal at the zoo. It made Keith a little uneasy, but he tried not to let it show. He found himself instinctively going to thank the man for the food after he’d finished, but stopped himself. This man didn’t deserve any thanks. He was doing the bare minimum by feeding Keith, who was his prisoner, just to keep him alive. Instead, Keith placed the paper plate on the ground and moved over a little on the bed, trying to keep distance between the man and himself. After a brief moment of silence, Keith finally found the nerve to speak.
“What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice trembling a little bit.
The man tilted his head to the side as if Keith’s question was strange and unwarranted. “Nothing bad, darling. Just your love, that’s all. We’re soulmates, after all.”
Soulmates? The word echoed in Keith’s mind. He never believed in soulmates, or that “love at first sight” bullshit. Now a man that had taken him prisoner and was keeping him in the basement said that he just wanted Keith to love him because they were soulmates. Is he insane? “Soulmates? How the fuck can we be soulmates? I don’t even know who you are!”
“But I know who you are. I’ve known we were destined to be with one another ever since I laid eyes on you. We’re perfect for each other.” The man scooched a little closer to Keith, extending his hand outward and gently placing it on Keith’s thigh. “I’m Takashi, by the way. But you can call me Shiro, if it’s easier. Most people do.”
Keith looked at him like he’s grown a second head.
How the fuck is he saying all this shit so calmly? Why is he acting like this is fucking normal? He’s insane!
Keith swatted Shiro’s hand away from his thigh. “I– I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I want to go home. Now.”
Shiro frowned, like Keith actually hurt him by saying that. “Baby. This is home. You’ll be ok here, I promise. I’ll treat you well.”
Keith could no longer contain the rage boiling inside of him. “NO! This is not my fucking home! And it never will be! You’re fucking crazy!” he screamed, tears falling from his eyes as he lost control of his emotions.
“Honey, listen to me. Let’s just take this slow and–”
“Shut up! Stop calling me fucking pet names like we’re dating! I don’t know who you are, I don’t fucking love you, and I will never love you! So if that’s what you want from me, then give up!”
Shiro’s expression turned from a concerned frown to a complete poker face, his dark gray eyes glinting slightly in the light. “You should really be careful about what you say, my love.”
In an instant, the mood had changed. Shiro’s voice had completely shifted from a soft and soothing to a cold and uncaring tone. His entire demeanor changed as he stood, and he somehow seemed even taller than he was before. Everything in Keith’s body was screaming, initiating his fight or flight response, but he just froze, unable to move an inch as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks. Not like he could go run anywhere with the chain attached to the collar at his neck anyway.
Shiro no longer seemed interested in conversation as he moved over to the wall, humming softly as he unlocked the padlock to the display case using a keyring from his pocket and slid the glass up and out of the way. Keith could only watch in horror as he selected a dildo from the wall, not too big but definitely not a small one either.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Keith asked as Shiro made his way back over to the bed, but he got no response.
“Open,” Shiro commanded.
“Wh–”
“Open,” Shiro commanded again, this time much more forceful. Keith could tell from his eyes that he wasn’t joking around.
Reluctantly, Keith opened his mouth and Shiro immediately stuck the tip of the dildo in. Shiro tried to push it in further, but Keith gagged and pulled back, covering his mouth as he coughed.
“Weak. We’re going to have to train that gag reflex of yours,” Shiro noted, grabbing a fistful of Keith’s hair and pressing the dildo to his lips. “Open.”
Keith opened his mouth again and the dildo was placed back inside, the silicone shaft moving back and forth against his tongue. It was by far the most humiliating experience of Keith’s life. Spit strung from his lips to the tip of the toy each time Shiro pulled it out and pushed it back in. Keith did his best to avoid eye contact with his captor until a gentle slap on his cheek caused him to look up.
“You look at me when you’re sucking dick, you understand?”
Keith nodded, but Shiro wasn't satisfied as he took the dildo out of Keith’s mouth.
“When I ask you a question, you give me a verbal answer. Always. Got it?” Shiro’s voice was clear and demanding, his words left no room for interpretation. It was like a completely different person than the one that had sat on Keith’s bed just moments earlier, the one that was soft and quiet, the one who genuinely seemed to care. Keith mentally kicked himself for even thinking that. There was no way this man cared about him in any way. The stark contrast of these two interactions was the only reason that it even seemed like Shiro had cared at some point. Keith stilled his thoughts and went to answer Shiro’s questions.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I got it.”
Shiro sighed and rolled his eyes. “Sir. Yes, sir. That’s what you fucking say. God you’re a slow learner…”
Keith just stared up at him. Was he really about to submit like this? He figured he had no other choice. Maybe he could just play along until the opportunity to escape arises.
“Well? Fucking say it!” Shiro yelled, clearly impatient.
“Y-yes sir!” Keith said quickly, cowering a little at Shiro’s harsh tone.
“Better. Open again.”
Keith did as he was told and the dildo was pushed back in again. Another gentle slap reminded Keith to look up into Shiro’s eyes while he sucked, seeing nothing but cold grey eyes staring back at him. They seemed to analyze his every movement, looking closely as Keith took the dildo deep down his throat. He was able to take about half of it now without gagging, but Shiro kept pushing further, choking Keith slightly each time the tip touched the back of his throat. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, Shiro pulls the toy fully out of Keith’s mouth. Keith wiped his mouth, spit dribbling down his chin and landing on his thighs.
“Lay down. On your back,” Shiro commanded, sitting at the foot of the bed.
“What? Why?” Keith instinctively asked, but Shiro shot him a glare to remind him of his place.
“You don’t need to fucking know why. You say ‘Yes sir’ and you fucking do it. That’s it. If you don’t, then I make you do it, and it’s a less pleasant experience for everyone involved. So lay the fuck down.”
Keith took the hint and lay down, placing his head on the pillow. Shiro crawled up the bed and grabbed the waistband of the sweatpants that were placed on him, yanking them down.
“H-hey! Wait!” Keith protested, but Shiro ignored him, forcing his legs apart and looking down at Keith’s pussy, laid bare for the whole world to see. He hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t been given underwear underneath the sweatpants. “Stop it! Don’t look down there!” Keith whined, trying to close his legs but Shiro is so much stronger.
“Oh, shut the fuck up. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Besides, look at you,” Shiro said with a smile, running his finger up Keith’s slit, causing him to shiver. “Somebody’s enjoying themselves, hm?” Shiro held up his finger and even from his position, Keith could see how it glistened in the light with his slick.
Keith’s face burned red with embarrassment and he covered it with his hands. It’s just… it’s just a reaction to the stimulation. I can’t help it. It doesn’t mean anything. Keith tried to comfort himself, tried to convince himself that it’s not his fault. And nothing he hadn’t seen before? Well surely he meant that he saw it when he changed Keith’s clothes. Or could he be talking about something more…?
Shiro chuckled at the reaction, and Keith felt his finger return to his opening. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, you know. It’s perfectly natural to be aroused by sucking on a dildo that was forced into your mouth by the person that kidnapped you,” he sneered, laughing again as he pushed his finger through Keith’s entrance.
Keith let out a quiet moan but quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. There was no way he was going to give this maniac the satisfaction of enjoying this.
“I know everything you like, baby. I know just how to touch you, exactly the right way,” he said as he moved his finger around curling it slightly before pressing in a specific spot that sent a wave of pleasure throughout Keith’s body.
Keith hated that he was right. This was exactly how he fingered himself at home. The exact right pace, in the exact right spot. How the fuck could he know that? Keith arched his back as Shiro began to rub Keith’s clit in small circles, another thing he did to pleasure himself at home.
Each movement of Shiro’s finger sent wet squelching noises throughout the empty basement, which turned Keith on even more. It was something he had never told anyone about, but hearing sounds like that was one of his biggest turn ons. He bit down on his fingers to keep his moans from coming out, closing his eyes and trying to focus on anything that isn’t this. His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something much thicker than fingers at his entrance, and he opened his eyes to see Shiro rubbing the dildo up and down on his slit. Shiro made eye contact with him, grinning.
“Excited for me to bury this dildo soaked with your saliva deep into your cunt?”
Keith didn’t answer, which earned him a light slap on his clit. He cried out a little in pain, remembering what he’s supposed to say. “Yes sir…”
“Don’t sound too excited now,” Shiro said sarcastically before pushing the tip of the dildo in. Keith groaned a little bit, gripping onto the sheets as he arched his back again. “There you go baby,” Shiro cooed softly, gently pushing further in. “Enjoy it. You can take it. Good boy.”
Keith couldn’t help but feel good at the praise and encouragement given to him, but then he felt disgusted for somehow finding enjoyment in it when he was in such a horrible situation. How could he give in so easily? Was he that afraid of being hurt, or worse, dying? Wouldn’t death be better than doing whatever the fuck this is for the rest of his life?
Shiro smiled in delight as he fully inserted the dildo into Keith’s pussy, burying it all the way to its tapered base. Keith let out a small, quiet moan as he felt it move deep inside him, and Shiro began to move it back and forth. The lewd sounds only got louder with the dildo, Keith’s slick coating the shaft and dripping down onto the sheets. Shiro increased the speed of the thrusts, placing his hand on the inside of Keith’s thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“You’re gonna cum for me, understand? You’re gonna cum with this dildo fucking your pussy, like a good boy,” Shiro said, licking his lips as he watched the dildo go in and out of Keith.
“Y-yes sir…” Keith said obediently, losing himself in the sensation of the thrusts. The faster he was done with this, the better. He didn’t want to spend any more time than he had to being touched by this strange man. He focused on the waves of pleasure that the dildo sent across his body, trying to ride each one. His calves tensed and released, and he lifted his hips up in the air a little bit as he got close. He didn’t feel the need to announce that he was close. Shiro could probably tell, and even if he couldn’t tell, Keith didn’t care. He just wanted to be done with this.
His breathing became sporadic and he gasped as he came, clenching his walls tightly around the silicone shaft of the toy, covering it with his juices. Shiro’s thrusting motions came to a slow halt and he let go of the dildo, leaving it buried deep inside Keith. He stood up and moved to Keith’s head, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.
“Good job. I’ll be back for lunch, don’t you worry. You’ll get used to being here, and you’ll understand that it’s good for you.” He moved before Keith could say anything, heading up the stairs and leaving Keith a mess, sprawled across his bed, panting and sweating as he recovered from his orgasm.
Shiro opened the door at the top of the stairs and closed it behind him, sighing as he walked into the hallway and then turned into the living room. Kolivan was still sitting on the couch, glasses pushed up on the bridge of his nose as he read his book, just like before Shiro went to go downstairs. Kolivan turned his head to Shiro as he entered the room, noting his tired expression.
“Welcome back. How’s he doing?” Kolivan asked, watching as Shiro sat down beside him on the couch with a sigh.
“He’ll come around,” Shiro said plainly. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned his head back on the cushion, closing his eyes. He hadn’t expected it to be easy, but he had been hopeful that it would be pleasant at the very least.
“Ah. I told you he wasn’t gonna like it. It would’ve been better with a… different approach, I believe,” Kolivan grumbled, flipping a page in his book. “But you’ve been obsessed with this boy for so long that I’m honestly impressed you lasted this long.”
Shiro ignored him and kept still, trying to figure out what to do. Should he go back to being nice again? He didn’t like being mean, but it was necessary to set up some boundaries, otherwise Keith would just walk all over him. “I’ll figure it out…” Shiro mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Mm,” Kolivan hummed in response, not having anything to say.
“Welp, I’m gonna get some rest. I’ll be back to give him lunch,” Shiro said before standing and heading up the stairs.
“I’ll be here,” Kolivan replied without looking up.