#4: Balcony

this is the money ammy. reblog for blessed funds

Giant talking humanoid cats

GIRL WYD????? DUMP HIM.

Martyrs

                                                      Chapter Four                                                             Used             Lance pulled desperately against his binds, pain blossoming in his already sore shoulders. He had to get out there, he just had to – the sound of footsteps, growing louder with each step echoed down the hallway, and panic rose in Lance’s throat when Lotor returned carrying a small, plastic bottle.     No- nononono- Please-  Lance thought desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Gritting his teeth, tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, dripping down onto the pillows under his head.

       Ignoring the blue paladin’s tears, Lotor ripped the rest of Lance’s ruined suit and tossed it aside, leaving Lance spread eagle, naked and exposed. He then quickly popped the top off of the bottle and squirted a liberal amount of warm, sticky fluid between Lance’s cheeks, grinning lustfully. The prince freed himself from his pants once more, pulling them down around his thighs and began using the head of his cock to rub the lube around Lance’s tight hole.

       Lance’s eyes widened in fear, and he tensed up despite knowing he should relax to lessen the pain. Lotor chuckled and without a seconds thought, pushed the tip of his massive cock into Lance’s hole, marveling at its tightness. “Tell me, Blue,” he purred, sweat beading along his forehead, “how would you feel if I had the witch’s druids modify your body in order to bear offspring?” With a cruel laugh, he began to thrust, every bump and ridge rubbing against the paladin’s insides.        It hurt. Every muscle in Lance’s body tensed painfully and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. At the prince’s words, tears openly poured from Lance’s eyes and his teeth ground together in an attempt to muffle the sound of pain that threatened to rip from inside him. Yet, despite his effort, it tore free past his lips, hurting his throat in the process until it was red raw. Beads of blood knitted together around the massive intrusion, and every thrust coated Lotor’s length in blood. I-I’m gonna tear…. Lance thought desperately, trying to think of anything else but what Lotor was saying.

       Lotor shoved his knees underneath Lance, pushing his body upwards and straining the ropes in order to thrust in deeper. Noticing Lance’s distress and discomfort, he chuckled, “don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.”

       Lance didn’t like the sound of that, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Pleasure was starting to spike in between waves of pain, and it was becoming easier for Lotor to snap his hips forward without resistance. Lance moaned raggedly as Lotor began to fuck into him. “Such a good boy,” Lotor praised, leaning down to whisper into Lance’s ear, “taking me like this, and on your first time no less. You must be built for this.”       Lance sobbed, shaking his head back and forth, but Lotor quickly stilled the blue paladin’s movements. Placing his clawed hand against the side of Lance’s face, he shoved his head into the pillow, grunting as his hips pistoned back and forth. “You can try to deny it all you want,” he growled, a cruel smile playing over his lips, “but I think I’ll enjoy using you for a bit longer.”

       The tip of Lotor’s cock suddenly ghosted over Lance’s prostate, and his eyes shot open as a moan tore from his already raw throat. “N-no,” he gasped, as realization flashed behind Lotor’s eyes.

       “There..?” the prince mused, slowly pulling his hips back before snapping them forward repeatedly, pressing once again against Lance’s vulnerable spot.

       Cock twitching violently, white hot pleasure coursed throughout Lance’s body and his thrashing began anew, desperately trying to escape that feeling. He wouldn’t…no.. he couldn’t allow Lotor to make him cum. He was a paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe, “f - ngh-a-AH!” his body shuddered violently and his back arched stretching his binds to their limit, as ribbons of cum shot out from his untouched member, splattering against his own chest.

       Lotor chuckled once again, and began fucking Lance mercilessly through his orgasm, revelling at how each spasm had Lance clutching tightly around him. He quickly picked up the speed, feeling a familiar warmth and pressure building in the pit of his stomach. After a few more thrust, Lotor suddenly shuddered as well, releasing his load deep inside the blue paladin, pumping him full of cum.

       Lance choked down a sob, shame washing over him. He had failed, he had allowed Lotor’s filthy cock to defile him and worse, he had cum without even being touched. I’m disgusting. Previous Ao3 Link

you come into my house, you

treat me with respect (the way i treat you), and we both enjoy each other’s company and value each other’s friendship

The Slave

Chapter 2: Arrival        It took a few hours before they finally reached Shiro’s home. Lance had seen some fancy houses in his lifetime but this place definitely took the cake. Surrounded by beautifully colored, exotic plants and built atop a cliff that bordered the ocean, Shiro’s home stood out from the dense foliage due to its magnificent white marbled outer walls. At three stories tall, the house was both aesthetically pleasing and architecturally impressive; large open archways surrounding the front porch and wide rounded windows, flanking a set of hand carved double doors, revealed a lavishly decorated sitting room, and for a moment, Lance was at a loss for words. He hadn’t seen the ocean since before his captivity. and he was excited to see a small pathway winding down the cliff that he assumed led to a private beach.        Shiro didn’t give him too much time to explore, however, and he pushed Lance forward, leading him into the house. Instantly the two were flanked by two maids, who took Shiro’s jacket and welcomed him home. One of them smiled curiously at Lance, but he could only grimace in return. Shiro shooed them both away, and began leading Lance towards a grand double staircase.

       As they climbed, Shiro asked the question that had been on his mind for a while, “How many master’s have you had in the past?” It didn’t really matter to him in the grand scheme of things, but he was curious as to how Lance had kept his sanity while being used by several alphas from what he presumed was a young age.

       Lance pursed his lips and didn’t answer. He wasn’t naive and he knew why his new master was asking. Alphas were always obsessed with the idea of being the first to tame an omega, and he was sure that Shiro was no different. He probably just wanted to know how many times Lance had been used by other alphas but he wasn’t about the reveal his past to a total stranger.        When Lance didn’t respond, the moment they reached the top of the stairs, Shiro whirled around and gripped Lance’s chin, tilting it upwards, “I asked you a question,” he said firmly. “How many masters have you had before me?” When Lance still refused to answer, Shiro’s anger spiked and he slapped the boy across the face before pulling him back up by the hair. Lance surprisingly didn’t yelp, instead. he glowered up at Shiro defiantly.

       “My plan was to allow you a few days to become acquainted to your new home but if you insist upon misbehaving, I will take you right now and believe me I will not be gentle.” The alpha growled menacingly. “I will ask you one more time, Lance, how many masters have you had before me?”

       The threat seemed to resonate with Lance, who finally answered, “Four, but though they did touch me, none of them got as far as to penetrate me. I was still underage so apparently they wanted to wait until I was at least eighteen,” he admitted begrudgingly through clenched teeth.     Seemingly satisfied with his answer, Shiro released the boy and gestured for him to follow. “You’re absolutely filthy and you reek of musk; I’m leaving you to take a bath and some clothes will be provided for you when you finish.”        Lance grimaced and rubbed his jaw angrily, his scalp stinging even after he was released. Though he wasn’t too pleased at his situation, he had always prefered to be well groomed. At the shop, he was often just rinsed off with a high pressured hose and scrubbed roughly with a sponge. As for his masters, they often didn’t allow him to bathe until his stench became unbearable. He didn’t know enough about Shiro, but he wasn’t sure when he would be allowed to bath again and he planned to take full advantage of his master’s generosity while he could.        Shiro led him down a long hallway filled with expensive art. The wall paneling was colored a deep purple with a gorgeous hand carved dark trim at the base. Statuettes flanked each door and the floor was made of a sturdy mahogany. About halfway down the hall, Shiro stopped and steered Lance towards one of the solid oak doors. “Inside,” he ordered, placing his hand on the small of the omega’s back.

       Reaching out, Lance opened the door and stepped slowly into the lavish bathroom. He remembered staying in a five star hotel once with his last master and even that bathroom left much to be desired by comparison. An enormous whirlpool tub sat invitingly in the left corner underneath a six foot long window overlooking the ocean. Across from that was see through shower, large enough for five or six full grown alphas to stand comfortably side by side. Next to the toilet in the right corner was a lengthy countertop and overlooking that was an equal length golden mirror.        Feeling dazzled, Lance let out a soft whine causing Shiro to quirk an eyebrow and Lance to slap a hand over his mouth. It was the first omega like thing, Lance had done in his presence and it was too late to take it back now. “So you can make noises,” Shiro teased, turning away from the omega to start filling the tub.            “Shut up!” Lance mumbled, his face turning red. Shiro turned off the water and stood up to face him waving his hand dismissively in response to the omega’s embarrassment.

       “Strip,” he ordered, gesturing to Lance’s tattered shorts. When the the slave remained still, Shiro sighed, “Remember, Lance, my threat still stands.”Gritting his teeth for a moment, Lance suddenly sighed in defeat. Despite his attitude, he was nowhere near as brave as he was letting off. Sure, he was used to punishment and could hold back the tears after being slapped, but the idea of being violently raped by an alpha scared him. He’d seen far too many omegas who had suffered that fate and it was extremely rare that they came back from that, sanity intact. Plus, as an omega, it would be extremely likely that he would get pregnant and have his child taken away. For an omega, that was a fate worse than death.        His face flushing with embarrassment, Lance hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slowly slid them down his waist, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to the side before covering his lower half with his hands. Shiro tutted, “Remove your hands,” he ordered firmly.        Lance snapped his head up, glowering at the alpha but did as he was told. Shiro drank in the sight - Lance was gorgeous. He was tall and slightly muscular with broad shoulders, and a thin waist; rare for an omega. His cock was average lengthed and nestled in a bed of soft curly dark hair between this thick sun kissed thighs. Lance shivered under the alpha’s unwavering stare and shuffled nervously in place. “Can I get into the tub now?” he asked self consciously, face flushed with humiliation.        Shiro let out a hum of approval and finally looked away, much to Lance’s relief. “Very well. Take your time to clean up and I will return with some clothes. I think you’re a size medium, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find something.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a small silver bell which jingled slightly at the movement, “If you are finished before I return, ring this bell and the maids will lead you into your new room. As I stated before, if you behave, i will give you a few days to settle in but after that…” his hand reached up to brush Lance’s hair out of his face, “you are mine.” Before Lance could snap back, Shiro exited the room, leaving Lance alone and angry.            Exhaling, the omega shook his head in frustration before sliding into the tub, his body relaxing in the warm water. He hated this, he hated having to obey the orders of yet another perverted older man, he hated feeling so weak and vulnerable, but most of all, he hated having to pretend to be brave. Standing naked and exposed in front of an alpha, it was all he could do to stop himself from trembling and collapsing at his master’s feet in a drool heap. His master’s scent alone was enough to prove how in control he was and most omegas would probably fall to their knees, slick dripping down their thighs, in the presence of such a man. Shaking that thought from his head he sunk further into the water, enjoying the feel of warmth his skin.        About a half hour later, Lance stood naked in the bathroom, dripping water over the soft bathroom mats. Shiro hadn’t yet returned and Lance had taken full advantage of all the products at his disposal. His hair was now fluffy and soft and his skin felt silky smooth. Feeling slightly more relaxed, he smiled and rung the small bell that had been left for him. Within moments, one of the maids from earlier strolled in, carrying a soft fluffy towel.        Lance took it gratefully and mumbled out a quick thanks, wrapping the towel around his waist. The maid nodded in response and led Lance from the bathroom further down the hallway. “This will be your room. The master will be back soon to bring you some clothes, in the meantime, make yourself comfortable and I will bring you some lunch.” He nodded and she opened the door and left him to get settled.        Lance glanced around the room. It was small but comfortable, with a large four poster bed, a small desk shoved in the corner and a completely stocked bookshelf along the back wall. With a content sigh, he dried himself off and climbed onto the bed burying himself under the thick, warm blankets.        He didn’t know when exactly he fell asleep but in what felt like no time at all, he was shaken awake by Shiro. Resisting the urge to lash out, Lance sat up rubbing his eyes blearily. The older man placed a small pile of clothes on the edge of the bed and sat down next to him. “Get dressed, the maid is almost done preparing lunch,” he said, leaning forward to brush Lance’s hair behind his ear. The omega stiffened at the alpha’s touch, but before he could protest, Shiro stood up, leaving him to get dressed in privacy.      This was all so confusing. None of his other masters had waited this long to touch him; and though he knew the alpha said he would give him a couple days, he couldn’t help but feel irritated. He bought me for a reason right, why doesn’t he hurry up and…fuck there I go again. Why am I like this? I know I’m an omega but i’m not just a fucking hole! He thought angrily.        He felt frustrated with himself. Ever since he was fourteen, he found himself struggling constantly with his own nature, and now that he was of age, the urge to be bred was always nagging at the back of his mind. He was already used to be being touched, and he hated the fact that his body often craved the physical intimacy.        Growling in frustration, Lance shook his head and began to dress himself. No. I refuse to give in. The other masters couldn’t break me and this one will be no different, he thought with a huff. I will leave this place eventually; I’ll find a way to escape…somehow. And with that comforting thought. Lance sat complacently at the desk, awaiting his lunch. Previous Ao3 Link

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