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Bakugou Katsuki determined at a young age that he was meant to be a boy. He was maybe six when he announced to his parents that he was their son, not their daughter and they had rolled with it. His mom had helped him cut his hair short and his dad had sat down with him to find a name he liked. Getting it changed as soon as possible at his age had been complicated, but his parents had gone through with it because Katsuki had insisted. Registered him as Katsuki at school, and Bakugou had made it painfully clear that he was a boy.
To the shitty nerd's credit, he was the first one to accept what he said without having the shit kicked out of him without question.
Katsuki might have beat him up anyways, but that's against the point.
His parents had absolutely always supported him, telling everyone they knew that Katsuki was their son and anyone who challenged it was no longer worth associating with.
Once, at a fashion show when Katsuki was about ten, one of the other designers had made the comment that they couldn't wait for the Bakugou's to come to their senses so their daughter could walk in a show for them. In less than an hour, the designer's work had been pulled from the show and half their models had found contracts with new designers.
Nobody fucked with Bakugou Mitsuki's son and got away with it. In the next couple of years, puberty had started to kick in, and they had started to look for a therapist for hormone therapy. The first doctor they had visited had questioned if she thought her child was too young for such a thing.
Mitsuki had marched out of that office without another word, and from what Katsuki had heard, his practice wasn’t doing well.
Tides had really started to turn when one of his parents’ models had found him in a changing room tearfully trying to wrap his chest against the threat of his developing breasts. The idea of training bras pissed him off to no end. The model had sat him down and explained to him why it was dangerous for him to wrap his chest with the ace bandage, and then talked him through how to switch sports bras around to help work as a temporary binder. His mother had charged into the room ready to rip him to pieces for missing his cue on stage, but it had been cut off almost immediately when she saw Katsuki sobbing, choking out confessions about the trouble he was going through as the man talked him through it.
None of them had really known they had a trans model on the runway, and he laid low for a long time, but the way that Katsuki’s parents had supported him had encouraged a lot of people. He recommended a good therapist and a place for binders and generally opened the space for conversation and people with experiences and struggles Katsuki could relate to.
Before starting at UA, Katsuki had made the executive decision he wanted to go through with top surgery. It's the first time his parents had questioned his decisions about his body. He was fifteen, he'd been on hormones for a little over three years, and he was doing well. He was young and while neither of them thought he would regret it or change his mind, they still hesitated. Katsuki argued that hero training was going to be hard enough without worrying about a binder or his own self-image. He didn't have a lot in the way of breasts anyways, developing more muscle than anything, but it felt important to him. They had caved eventually, and the surgeon had gone through all the risks and recovery. It would take a chunk out of Katsuki's summer training, but it was worth it. Worth it when he was accepted to UA, and he felt like he could start the hero program feeling more like himself.
Katsuki never hid the fact that he was trans from the class. It wasn't like he cared what any of those extras thought, and in shared locker rooms, it wasn't something he was going to dance around. But, outside of 1A and the staff, it wasn't public knowledge. Becoming the number one hero and letting the world know he was trans felt powerful. Show all the bastards who talked down to him or anyone in the LGBTQ+ community exactly where they could shove their opinions. He might kill the purple little fuck for his thinly veiled comments before graduation, but for the most part, the class accepted him without missing a step.
Going basically feral at the sport's festival… hadn't been great. But he was fucking pissed and winning against the icy hot bastard wasn't a fucking win when he'd just given up. It was hollow and it made him feel weak and almost used.
But nothing he had gone through in his incredibly short life up until now was going to prepare him for waking up, tied to a chair, in the middle of a villain hideout.
His arms jerk, finding them trapped behind him in a metal contraption that's going to make his quirk useless to do anything but hurt himself, and his legs are tied securely to the legs of the chair. An excited squeal echoes through the… bar? Yeah, they're in a bar and it makes Katsuki's head shoot up.
"Tomura-kun! He's awake!" Blond hair and golden eyes fill his vision as the girl practically bounces to him, her skirt flaring around her thighs and pouting like he had done something gravely offensive. Like he wasn’t the one who had been fucking kidnapped. Taking more stock of his surroundings, he realized he’d been stripped of his shoes, uniform jacket, and tie. The top few buttons of his shirt had been undone as well, and the blond uses the collar to drag him more upright as she forces him to look at her. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up for ages, and I wasn’t allowed to play with you until you were awake.”
“You’re not going to fucking play with me now, you psychotic bitch. Get the fuck off me!”
Gold eyes turn gleeful and sadistic, but another voice cuts in before she speaks again. “We already told you we’re not cutting him up, Toga. We just want to talk to him.”
Katsuki recognizes that voice. The creepy fuck from the USJ attack, with the hands and some sort of decay quirk. The blonde, Toga, is pouting again, but she backs away, a knife turning to twirl between her fingers. Katsuki lifts his gaze to glare at the older man, watching him scratch at the side of his neck like some sort of diseased dog or something. Red eyes focus on him fiercely, upper lip curling in a sneer. Shigaraki. “The fuck makes you think I’m going to talk to you? Leading around a bunch of second-rate extra villains who couldn’t manage a bunch of high schoolers?”
“Mouthy little fuck, isn’t he?”
Blue flames briefly light up the corner of the room in a prelude to the scent of cigarette smoke, and Katsuki thinks he recognizes the quirk. Something in the news about a villain a little more than half-rate, in the news more and more often after the Stain bullshit, burning people alive. Bright blue eyes scan Katsuki dispassionately, flicking ash off his cigarette. Katsuki glares at him, jerking his hands against the metal box holding his hands hostage. “Get fucked.”
“You sure this one’s worth it, Shigs? He sure doesn’t seem like he wants to play nice,” Dabi, that’s what he called himself, or so the news said. He steps forward until he can exhale smoke in Katsuki’s face.
Katsuki jerks back, snarling at him. “Keep your cancer to yourself, you shitty imitation of a burnt chicken nugget,” he spits the words out, jerking against the restraints in an effort to find any weakness. “I haven’t got jack shit to say to you fucking extras, can’t even fucking face me head-on like a bunch of weak fucking extras.”
The hand that wraps around his throat to cut off his words is hot enough that it could burn, and he flinches away from the touch, but he has nowhere to go. Shigaraki steps forward, still scratching at the side of his neck as he glares at him through narrowed red eyes. “You little hero brats are all so fucking arrogant and self-assured. We thought we’d make you comfortable and talk like reasonable adults. But if you need to be put in your place, we can do that too,” he pauses only briefly, scrutinizing him. “Dabi, do something about the rest of his filthy clothes.”
No, no, fuck no. He’s not ashamed of anything about his body, but being fucking exposed to a bunch of fucking villains is not part of any plan. But there’s really nothing he can do about it. Dabi smirks at him, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he drags his large, scarred hand from Katsuki’s throat, and down the length of his chest. It heats as he goes, burning away fabric in his wake, even as Katsuki twists and curses at him to no avail.
The man pauses at his chest, a hot hand pausing as it traces the scars just beneath his pecs. “Now what’s this? These don’t seem like the scars you get in typical hero training.”
“Your face looks exactly like what I’d expect from a fucking half-wit of a villain.”
Something cruel twists across Dabi’s features and his grin twist viciously, a hand heating as it presses to Katsuki’s chest. “Keep fucking talking, kid, we could always match.”
“Dabi,” Shigaraki sounds bored and agitated.”His clothes.”
Dabi sneers over his shoulder, but he directs his hands lower. “Lucky fucking break, kid.”
Katsuki trashes as his pants start to turn to ash, and he does something he probably shouldn’t. He keeps running his mouth. “That all you’re fucking good for? A weak-ass extra following orders?” He hopes against all hope that the bastard will slip up with the ropes holding him down, but no such luck. His pants fall away from his legs, but the ropes stay intact. “Got you trained like a fucking lapdog, huh? Following orders like a fucking bitch.”
Dabi doesn’t even pause what he’s doing or react to the taunts, and suddenly his boxers are ripped from him in an effortless shower of ash.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” Dabi presses at the inside of Katsuki’s legs, spreading his thighs uncomfortably, putting him on display. “Pretty boy’s got something to prove with a full little pussy under his clothes.”
“What?!” Toga’s voice squeaks with something like glee as her head appears over Dabi’s shoulder. Dabi keeps his knees spread as Toga leans against his back and suddenly there’s a knife pressed against his dick, using the tip to lift the organ away from his folds. Even if he could close his legs now, he wouldn’t as the edges of the knife threaten the lips of his cunt. “Look how cute! Do you think it works and everything? It looks real and everything.”
Katsuki’s barely breathing, but he manages to snarl at them. “I’m more of a fucking man than any fuckin’ one here. Get the fuck off me!”
Suddenly, threatening fingers are wrapped around his throat, the pinkie lifted away from his skin but he freezes under the threat of the touch. “Interesting,” four fingers drum along his skin, never all four at the same time, but the threat is there. “Change of plans. He thinks he can be the big, brave hero? Let’s test that resolve, huh? Dabi, knock him out.”
Katsuki tries to yell, tries to curse, to fight. But a fist connects with his temple and he sees black.
…
When he wakes again, his arms ache, stretched above his head and supporting his weight as he kneels on something like a mattress. His hands had been pressed together, palm to palm with the fingers interlocked and covered in layers of tape. It looks like a meat hook had been looped under the tape and what looked to be handcuffs to hold him upright. He’d been somewhat dressed again, but he would take being naked over the pleated skirt and the itch of lace against his inner thighs. Nobody’s seen him in a skirt since he was a little, little kid. Deku is probably the only one who would remember it, but here he is. He’s been left alone so far, weight shifting slowly to try and relieve some of the pressure off his wrists, but the metal is biting into his skin.
If he could get his hands apart even a little bit, he could use his quirk and get the fuck out. If he could stand, he could use the hook to at least loosen the tape, but his thighs had been taped to his ankles, and he couldn’t get enough leverage to rip the tape.
“Well, look at that,” Dabi’s voice makes his head jerk up, glaring at the dark-haired villain as he steps into the room, followed by Shigaraki. Dabi stalks him like prey, moving into the room until he can wrap fingers in blond hair, forcing his head up. “The princess is awake. No bad, Little Hero. That would’ve knocked real sense into a lot of heroes.”
Katsuki snarls at him, teeth bared. “Go choke on a cactus, you burnt-out glow stick.”
“Still a brat,” Dabi sighs, and the staples in his face stretch his smile into something obscene. “You know, my dear old dad used to say the only way to tame a brat was to beat the attitude out of them. Beat my siblings and me near to death sometimes. Hell, the old fuck thought he killed me and tossed me out with the trash.”
Red eyes are defiant and fixed on the man in front of him. “Did you put me in a skirt to tell me about your daddy issues? Because humiliating me ain’t gonna win you the fucking sympathy vote here.”
“Oh, the skirt isn’t to humiliate you, Princess. Call it a graduation ceremony. And, I don’t need your sympathy. Call it… Dramatic exposition,” He smirks, and the staples stretch wider, making the expression gruesome. “My dad beat me to fix my attitude, and he ended up with a villain for a kid. So, I’m thinking, maybe we should try something else. You don’t seem like the type to let a little violence get you down. So, I think we’re going to fuck the insolence out of you.”
And, what the actual blue fuck. No, a beating he can handle. A beating he can take and bounce back from without any effort. But sex? Katsuki isn’t necessarily afraid of sex, he would never put it like that, but it’s not like he’s fucking any of the extras at school. And it’s not like he hasn’t touched himself, but there’s something… Oddly disconcerting about it.
“The fuck do you think,” Katsuki snaps, glaring at him even as the hand tightens in his hair to force his head back more. “You think I’m some sad virgin, gonna roll over for the first asshole to shove his dick in me and beg for more? Think you’ll fuck me so good I’ll change sides? Please, I’d get a more satisfying fuck with my pinkie.”
“I think you’re a scared little kid in desperate need of a harsh dose of reality and respect. I think heroes are still all shiny and new and exciting, and it’s about time somebody ripped those rose-colored glasses away for you,” Dabi twists the hand in his hair close to his scalp, dragging him up and nearly ripping his hair out as he’s dragged higher away from the bed and he has no way to support himself, trying to glare through the tears unwillingly forming in his eyes. “Let’s see how you do, Princess.”
Katsuki snaps his teeth as Dabi’s hand pats his cheek and Shigaraki scoffs. “Gag him, Dabi. I’m going to use his mouth and it’s easier than knocking out his teeth.”
“Might be easier, but I can’t lie; it might be fun watching him trying and bite your dick off with just his gums,” Katsuki tries to clench his jaw, but Dabi simply clamps his hand over his nose and holds it closed until Katsuki is forced to gasp for air. When he does, a metal ring is forced behind his teeth and his jaw is forced open painfully. The gag buckles behind his head and he can already feel drool leaking out past his lips while his mouth is held wide open. “Now, isn’t that much, much better?”
Bakugou grunts at him, glaring as he tries to lift himself on his wrists again. But he freezes as his gaze jerks to Dabi as he strips his shirt over his head. The burned, stapled skin being unceremoniously exposed brings the reality of his situation forward in stark reality. For the first time in a very, very long time, he feels helpless, and he’s fairly sure he’s entirely on his own. No way the pros are going to find him in nearly enough time. Not enough to save him from this, and he’s pretty sure he can’t save himself.
Dabi smirks at him, unbuckling his belt slowly and the sound of leather rasping out of belt loops has never been so loud. “You’re starting to get it now, aren’t ya, Princess?” Ratty boots and jeans are kicked away from him, and he strokes his cock slowly. Light glints off the metal of the ladder of piercings running perpendicular down the underside and the flushed head poking out from his foreskin. “Nobody’s coming to save you. And after we’re done with you? They’ll probably blame you for what happens here tonight.”
Katsuki pants as he glares at him. Refusing to show fear, but what can he say? The bastard isn’t exactly wrong. Dabi smirks, his brows lifting a little as he strides forward casually, and Katsuki jerks when he circles behind him. Shigaraki scoffs, his head shaking. “Will you quit with the small talk and just fuck her?”
That makes Katsuki snarl, reaction violent as he jerks in his bonds, even if he can’t really move or even snap his teeth. Maybe he should be concerned about his priorities when he’s being faced with far worse than misgendering. He’s dealt with that and plenty worse since he’d begun his transition, but it never failed to set him off.
Dabi clicks his tongue in a tsk, his head shaking as he wraps his hands around Katsuki’s waist, chin on his shoulder. “Now, now, Boss. Ain’t no reason to be rude. He says he’s a boy, he’s a boy, no matter what we happened to find in his pants. We’re gonna make a man out of him,” Shigaraki scoffs as Dabi drags his hands down Katsuki’s thighs. The blond does the only thing he can, tossing his head back in an attempted headbutt. Just because the fucker has more decency than half the people he’s come in contact with over the years doesn’t mean he’s fucking safe. No matter what he says, now Katsuki’s in a skirt, and their plan fucking changed. Dabi hums a soft laugh, dodging his head as he does. “You think so loud, Princess. And I can hear it,” his words are low against Katsuki’s ear, licking slowly up the side of his neck. “This? Don’t have shit to do with what’s going on in your pants, Princess. Your backchat would’ve brought ya here no matter what. But, here’s the thing Princess. Life like that? Beating ya ain’t gonna work. The League doesn’t judge based on any of that shit. So, it’s not a weakness, Princess,” fingers slide between his legs and Katsuki flinches as a hand slides over his lace-covered cock before slipping to trace the lips of his cunt. “Don’t you worry. We’ll make a man out of you tonight, Princess.”
Katsuki grunts as the panties, there’s no denying that they’re panties now, as they’re pulled to the side and unfamiliar fingers drag over his bare skin. He grunts and tries to order his body not to react to the stimulation. To listen to whatever condolences are being whispered to him as a hand drags across his chest to pinch a nipple. A hand grips his chin and he jerks away by instinct as he waits for pain, but two of Shigaraki’s fingers feel like they’re covered. His skin doesn’t start to decay under the touch.
“You’re lucky, little hero. You’re useless if you’re falling apart, so you’ve got some time before we leave you as another decayed NPC,” the man hadn’t bothered to undress and Katsuki glared at him, and the way he’d only bothered to pull his cock from his pants. Not that Katsuki wants to see the scrawny freak naked, but it feels like another insult. Like he isn’t worth the effort. “Dabi thinks it’s worth the effort to break you down. We’ll see about that.”
Katsuki’s nose wrinkles as Shigaraki shoves his cock past the ring in his mouth, immediately shoving over his tongue and towards the back of his throat. Mind, it’s not the first blowjob he’s given. Purely because Kirishima’s dumb ass had responded to him snapping ‘fucking blow me’ during one of their study sessions with ‘sure, bro, maybe it’ll help you relax’. And Katsuki wasn’t going to be outdone or left in debt of some sort because he’d let Kirishima go down on him.
But, where the redhead had set an almost infuriatingly slow pace and given Katsuki every opportunity to breathe and adjust, Shigaraki doesn’t bother with any of those niceties. He just shoves his cock hard over Katsuki’s tongue, hitting the back of his throat until he gags. Dabi chuckles against the back of his neck, working his fingers over his dick and against his will, the stimulation is getting him wet.
“There you go, Princess. Feels good, right?” He thumbs the head of Katsuki’s dick, making the blond jerk at the sensitivity. Dabi laughs again, biting the side of Katsuki’s shoulder as his fingers just barely dip inside his entrance. “Look at you, so sweet. Bet you’ll feel just as sweet. And don’t worry,” a hand drags down his back, slipping between his ass cheeks, prodding at his hole there. “We’ll get here too. You’re a boy, right? And this is how boys get fucked.”
Katsuki thrashes against his restraints, short on air and pulling away from the dry rub of a finger against his asshole. It causes Shigaraki to jerk his cock from his mouth, and before he can even appreciate his clear ability to breathe, the older man had smacked him, jerking his head to the side. “Can you fucking control him?”
Five points sting on his cheek, and he can only assume that Shigaraki is only wearing his weird glove on one hand. Five little points of contact, of brief decay. Fingers come to his mouth, pressing down on his tongue through the gag. The scent on his tongue is sharp and a little tangy, and Katsuki shudders when he realizes the fingers in his mouth had been the same fingers he’d been teasing inside his pussy and he’s tasting himself.
“Don’t break him too soon, Shiggy,” Dabi’s voice is annoyingly kind and patronizing, shoving his fingers deeper down his throat until Katsuki gags a little. “Besides, don’t you want a little challenge? He’s gonna be so, so sweet, broken, aren’t ya, Princess?”
Katsuki grunts, because that’s all he can do, even as the fingers are pulled from his mouth. It leaves a trail of saliva dripping down his chin, coughing hard. It makes the gag dig into his gums and he can already feel the ache in his jaw. Something touches his arms and suddenly they’re falling in front of him, the rush of blood to his hands making the limbs tingle and ache painfully and he cries out.
A short laugh pulls from Dabi, head shaking as he nuzzles into the side of Katsuki’s neck. It’s almost gentle as his hand trails between his legs again, urging his thighs apart. Katsuki stutters out a breath as Dabi’s cock rubs up against him, dragging against his cunt. He tries to shake his head, but Shigaraki has his fingers in his hair again. "Don't worry, Princess. I'm using lube. It's mostly for my comfort, but I think we'll both benefit from it."
Katsuki grunts, trying to struggle, but Dabi snags his hands and drags them behind his head. There's a snap before he's released again, but when he tries to pull his hands forward, a chain tightens around his throat and he gags. He tugs again more gently, feeling the fucking choke collar scrape against his throat. Mother fuckers.
Shigaraki had released him to allow Dabi to chain his hands, but he doesn't hesitate to grip his hair again, shoving his cock back into his mouth. It muffles his desperate scream when Dabi's cock forces its way inside of him.
Something snaps inside him with that first thrust. Not his hymen, because societal views on virginity are bullshit, but something mental. His whole body tenses as tears collect in his eyes as his body is forced to spread and stretch to accommodate the man's cock. It's bigger than any of the toys he's played with before and he's not ready. The lube leaves very little friction, but he still thrashes in their grip, choking himself nearly unconscious.
"Control him, Dabi," Shigaraki snarls, but he doesn't slow his thrusts into Katsuki's mouth. The blond had to battle his gag reflex at every thrust, feeling bile rise. His body hitches with the feel of each of Dabi's piercings catching against him as he thrusts into his cunt until he bottoms out.
The man at his back huffs a laugh, biting the side of Katsuki's neck. "You're so tight, Princess. Am I the first to wreck your tight little pussy? Fucking adorable."
Dabi doesn't pause or give him time to adjust. He just begins the thrust into him, immediately rough and without mercy. Katsuki is stuck, trapped between them as Shigaraki gags him repeatedly and Dabi fucks him, abusing his insides. And maybe, maybe he could ignore it if Dabi hadn’t slid a hand back down between his legs to play with his dick, sending little bolts of pleasure through him as the piercings on the bastard’s cock rub over his g-spot with each thrust.
“There you go, Princess,” the faux sweet voice in his ear makes him shudder, trying to jerk away as he does. Dabi laughs, gripping his chest with one hand to drag him back against him. “You’re getting all wet and your pussy’s clenching around me. Are you going to cum for me, Princess?”
Katsuki doesn’t want to, not at all, but he can’t seem to stop the way his body is responding to the touches. He wants to curse and scream and fight, but he has nowhere to go. Shigaraki moves away from him, pulling out of his mouth as he strokes himself almost desperately until he spills over Katsuki’s face and open mouth. His eyes squeeze shut, fighting the notion of cum splashing into his eyes.
He can’t think about it for long. Katsuki shifts as Dabi plays with his body, feeling heat coiling through him. The orgasm is almost overwhelming, and it shakes through him. He knows, knows that it's a purely physiological reaction to stimulation, forced or not, but it still makes shame flood his mind. No matter how unwilling the orgasm was, he still came with a villain’s cum on his and another’s cock in his pussy. He actually gushes with the force of it, and Dabi laughs shamelessly against the back of his neck. “Holy shit, Princess. Didn’t think you’d be a squirter, but maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.” A shudder pulls from Katsuki with the humiliation, trying to pull himself down from it as Dabi grips his hip and throat, thrusting into him harder. Teeth drag into the side of his bicep.
Then he’s being flooded with heat. For a moment, he thinks it’s another orgasm creeping up on him against his will as Dabi’s hips stutter against his ass. But it keeps burning inside of him and it follows an uncomfortable as Dabi pulls out of him, and he realizes it’s his cum as it burns his inner thighs. The man laughs, shamelessly, allowing Katsuki to tip forward on his stomach.
“Forgot to warn you about that, huh? Everything about me’s a little hot,” He laughs, smacking the blond’s ass roughly. Katsuki doesn’t even respond. He’s not sure he can. His body aches everywhere, and his mind is drifting and distant. He knows he’s here and he’ll have to cope with this eventually, but first, he has to survive it. “Oh, Princess, look at you. Do you think we’re done?” Not that Katsuki can reply, even as the gag is unbuckled from behind his head. It almost hurts worse when the metal is peeled out from behind his teeth, feeling like it’s tearing at his gums.
His throat is dry and his face is a mess, but he can barely react to anything. A hand drags down his back, leaving a licking line of heat down his spine until it hits the waist of the skirt. The fabric falls away from his skin, the itch of lace disappearing as he’s left bare.
“Tomura, bring the camera over here. We gotta get this.”
Wait, camera? Katsuki blinks his eyes open slowly and a blinking red light comes into his field of vision. Shigaraki steps forward holding a shitty little handheld camcorder. He wants to swear, curse at them for everything they’ve done to him so far, but he doesn’t have the energy. But, he still wants to cry when Shigaraki circles behind him and Dabi kneels back, using his hands to spread Katsuki’s body, showing off his dripping cunt and soaked thighs. Dabi laughs, and Katsuki yelps when three fingers shove inside him roughly, working more of the hot cum from inside him. How is it still so fucking hot? It feels like he’s burning inside.
“Are you done playing with him, Dabi? I’m getting bored.”
“Calm down, Tomura-kun,” Dabi drags the words out, brows lifting as he looks over Shigaraki, smacking Katsuki’s ass again before slightly slick fingers prod against his asshole. “There’s no reason to rush this. You got to bust your nut all over a pretty boy’s face, shouldn’t you be a little more relaxed?”
Katsuki can actually hear the way the older man’s eyes roll when he speaks. “I got off and so did you and I’d rather be playing video games.”
Dabi scoffs, leaning over Katsuki’s back like he’s telling him a secret. “Don’t worry, Princess. The Bossman doesn’t always appreciate the finer things. It’s nothing against you,” he shifts back, a hand on Katsuki’s hip. “But, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll speed things along so Shiggy doesn’t get too impatient.”
Then something is pressing against his ass, and it feels like he’s being split open. Fire licks up his spine and Katsuki finds the energy to thrash. “No, you fucking bastard! Go fucking die!”
He doesn’t stop, reaching forward to drag Katsuki’s hands back. It effectively cuts off his rant with the choke chain around his neck, forcing his body to arch back painfully. “There’s some of that fight that you’re so well known for. Would’ve been a shame to break you so quickly.”
Shigaraki grumbles something about getting on with it, even as Dabi starts to move. Katsuki can’t help but scream, feeling like he’s being ripped apart from the inside. Each thrust makes him scream again, choking when his attempts to curl in on himself only drags the chain tighter around his throat. Dabi laughs shamelessly, dragging burning hands over his hips, gripping him hard. Katsuki will have marks on his hips, brands burned into his skin.
His eyes squeeze shut as Dabi fucks into his ass roughly, tearing with his lack of prep and minimal lube, unable to stop the screams that escape him. For the first time, Shigaraki actually looks amused when he crouches in front of Katsuki with the camera. Red eyes track him as the camera focuses on his face. “Well, little hero, how does it feel? Is Dabi making a man out of you?”
Katsuki can’t respond. He can’t even think. He’s sure he’s crying, screaming as the ladder of piercings on Dabi’s cock drag over his insides and it feels like he’s being torn apart. The man above him doesn’t speak, grunting with each thrust, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Another scream escapes him when hot cum fills him again, burning him inside as he lays limp and helpless beneath him.
Dabi pulls out of him with little care, slapping his ass as he sits back and a slow trickle of liquid begins to leak out of him. “Not bad, Princess. Not bad,” he chuckles as he shifts and Katsuki can’t find the energy to even try to look at him. “Camera, Shigs. Some things have to be remembered forever.”
Red eyes squeeze shut, tears tracking down his face as Shikaragi spends another moment with the camera on his face before he moves. Katsuki prays to gods he doesn’t actually believe in that they’re done with him. It’s a small hope, but a hope nonetheless.
A boot under his side flips him to his back, and Katsuki gasps as his head slams against his own bound hands.
He blinks up at Shigaraki and Dabi as the latter moves around him with the camera. “Decide you want another go, Boss? I’m sure both his holes are still tight if you don’t mind the sloppy seconds.”
A grunt pulls from the scarred man, his head shaking faintly. “No, that’s hardly worth the effort. I need a piss, and it seems like a good a way as any to remind the boy of his place.”
There’s nothing he can do to fight it as Shigaraki spreads his bound thighs, drawing his cock from his pants again. He’s not hard, but his cock is just stiff enough to shove into Katsuki’s sore cunt. Something thin and watery fills him and Katsuki can't stop the tears falling from his eyes at the undeniable fact that it's piss.
Shigaraki pulls away after long moments, shoving his cock back into his pants as he stands. A boot shoves at his dripping entrances as Shigaraki scoffs. "We'll see how long you last, Little Hero."
Dabi laughs as he steps around Katsuki's spread form, the blond left with no energy to even attempt to move himself. "Sleep well, Princess. You'll need it."
In a mess of cum, urine, and probably blood dripping slowly from his body, Katsuki is closed into the dark room with his thoughts. He manages to curl himself into an uncomfortable ball without choking himself, sobbing quietly into the filthy mattress.
….
Time fades in and out for Katsuki. Days are marked with a tube being forced down his throat for food and water to begin before some member of the League shows up to work to break him. When he can't stop himself from making a mess of the mattress, he's shoved into a cold tiled room to be hosed down and tossed back into the locked room. The mattress is shortly replaced with thin blankets that can be disposed of and replaced quickly. The tape around his hands was renewed regularly, and the chain had been moved in front of him. Now his hands are essentially pressed against his face, with two or three inches of give, but not nearly enough for him to push the chain over his head. It mostly leaves him choking himself when he tries, or when one of the League Members comes into whatever room they’re keeping him in to fuck with him.
They all seem to like it when he fights.
Toga takes exceptional joy in forcing multiple orgasms out of him with a vibrator pressed against his cock while fucking her entire fist into his cunt before sitting on his face. Nearly smothering him to get herself off against his lax lips and tongue. Twice, the fucker, can never seem to decide which hole he’s determined to fuck, arguing with himself the entire fucking time that he goes between shoving his cock painfully into his ass and back into his cunt with no regard for Katsuki at all. Shigaraki will fuck him sometimes as well, but he’s taken to shoving his cock in Katsuki’s mouth to force him to swallow hot streams of piss, and laughing as he watches him gag and retch.
Katsuki prefers it all, absolutely all of it, to fucking Dabi. With his falsely kind words at constant counterpoint to his actions. Like his words are always attempting to lure him into a false sense of safety, while he fucks Katsuki like he's trying to tear him apart.
When they’re not using him, something is shoved in his mouth to stop his screaming and cursing, be it used panties or a piss-soaked rag, all covered in tape to keep it in place.
All of them, without fail, bring the fucking camera with them. No matter what he does after this, those videos will be hanging over his head. Gods only knew what they would do with them, thinking about it only drives his anxiety higher. His whole future is down the drain when those videos get out, and he is under no delusion that the videos won’t be released when it serves them.
“He’s useless, Dabi. We should just kill him and dump him for the heroes to find,” Shigaraki’s voice echoes from somewhere to the side. Katsuki isn’t entirely sure where they are, and his head is fuzzy. Shigaraki had choked him nearly unconscious on his cock, and a kick to his abused sex had nearly finished the job, leaving him floating in a pained hazed. “He’s not going to turn at this rate, and I’m tired of Spinner and Kurogiri having to feed and water him like some sort of pet.”
Dabi huffs shortly, and there’s the sound of his boots scraping across the concrete floor. “I think he’s a little more fun than a typical pet, Shiggy,” his voice is a low purr, and Katsuki has been here long enough to know the sounds of the burnt man draping himself over the League of Villain’s scarred leader. The man grunts under the extra weight, cursing under his breath. “Not that I’m going to judge you if you fucked the family dog, Bossman. But, we’re not killing him.”
“And just why the fuck not?”
Breath escapes him, head shaking as he comes into Katsuki’s view. The blond would like to know the exact same thing. What the fuck did he expect to accomplish by keeping him alive? Keeping him like a glorified cock sleeve sure as shit isn’t going to break him. Killing him would be better for everyone, right? Katsuki doesn’t want to die, not really, but he’s so fucking tired. The toe of Dabi’s boot nudges against Katsuki’s cheek, tipping the blond’s face up to him. “Because, if he’s dead, he won’t get to see just how few shits the heroes give about their best and brightest. We’ll give him back and see just how loyal he is to the cause when they don’t care that he didn’t talk or turn on them, even when we stripped him of everything,” he crouches, gripping a handful of blond hair to jerk Katsuki’s head up to him, intense blue eyes meeting red as he smirks at him. Katsuki glowers at him. “Those dumb fucks muzzled a teenager at a publicized event, and you were still labeled most likely to turn into a villain. At least we admit we’re the bad guys.”
Katsuki glares at him to avoid the uncomfortable twist the words cause in his gut. Shigaraki just shakes his head as Dabi drops Katsuki’s head back to the dirty ground. “Whatever. Just get Toga and Twice to leave him somewhere well away from here. I’m not letting your sadistic streak get us caught.”
Dabi just huffs a laugh before Katsuki feels the prick of a needle at the side of his neck and ice floods his veins. “It’s been fun, Princess. I’m sure we’ll see you again.”
The room swims and the last thing he sees before his world goes completely black is Dabi’s stretched and stapled grin.
…
“Bakugou? Dude, shit!”
Kirishima’s voice is the most welcome thing Bakugou’s ever heard. He has no idea how long he’s been lying on the cold floor he had woken up on. His hands are still bound in front of him, connected to the collar, his mouth covered in tape and another layer of tape had been wrapped over his eyes. He was sick and dizzy and he’d been lying in the dark with no sense of time or space, still naked and freezing as he curled his body into a helpless ball. Something had been shoved inside his ass and his pussy, and he can only assume he was fucked full again before they’d dropped him off, wherever he is.
He has no idea how Kirishima would have found him, but he’s forever grateful to hear his loud voice.
“Oh. Shit,” Kirishima’s voice lowers as he approaches him. A gentle hand trails over his arm and he jumps at the touch, but it stays gentle. “Hey, Kats. It’s just me. I’m going to get you free, alright? I’m gonna start with your eyes. It’s not like, super bright in here, but keep your eyes closed for a minute, okay?”
Katsuki just nods slowly, and he feels a carefully sharpened finger slice through the layers of tape at his cheek before gently pulling it away from his face. Katsuki himself would have just ripped it off, but he’s grateful for the gentle touch. He squeezes his eyes shut against the weak light as Kirishima peels the tape away from his mouth.
“I’ve got you, Kats. It’s okay. I’m going to get your hands now, okay? And the… The Collar.”
Kirishima sounds close to tears and as he peels the tape away from Katsuki’s mouth, the blond blinks at him slowly. The redhead’s eyes are a little glazed as he swallows, hardened hands working at the layers of tape around his hands before slicing easily through the metal around his throat.
He doesn’t comment on the waded piece of cloth that Katsuki spits out of his mouth.
“How--- The fuck did you find me, Shitty hair?”
Carefully, hardened hands slice the tape away from his hands, snapping the handcuffs effortlessly. It’s easy to forget just how strong the hardening hero is. “We’ve been searching for… It’s been almost two weeks. Someone saw that Dabi guy in the area, and we’ve just been sweeping the buildings. The pros said they already searched this one, but… It’s been two weeks. I couldn’t risk just taking their word for it.”
Katsuki blinks at him slowly as the redhead frees him, hissing out as Kirishima rolls him with a hiss of his own when he sees the plugs in him. “Just… Fuckin’ take them out. Get weird about it later.”
Kirishima stifles a sound that he can’t muffle completely, but he complies, and he sweeps Katsuki up in a jacket when he’s done. His body protests the movement, but not even his own pride can stop him from wrapping his arm around the redhead’s broad shoulders as he practically clings to him. He swallows as Kirishima sweeps hands over his sides and back, holding him gently and securely against his chest. It’s the safest he’s felt in a long time. Maybe since well before this… Incident.
Kirishima doesn’t let go of him even as they’re swarmed first by Iida, Yaoyorozu, and fucking Deku, and then by Pros and police. No one even tries to stop Kirishima from climbing into the ambulance with him, and he manages to keep his grip on Katsuki’s hand while staying out of the way of the EMTs. A quiet and still Kirishima Eijirou is almost disconcerting but he’s a strong and sturdy presence, and Katsuki doesn’t even argue as something is pushed into the IV in his arm. It makes his limbs feel heavy and his mind fuzzy. But, it stops the pain and every jolt of the tires doesn’t threaten to send him screaming into the void.
“I’ve got you, Kats. It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere,” Kirishima squeezes his hand, and Katsuki blinks at him slowly, squeezing his hand back before consciousness fades from him.
…
“---less dehydrated than we would have expected, but it seems he was given just enough to keep him somewhat healthy and alive,” A voice draws his attention, dragging him from sleep. There’s weight resting across his legs. He cracks an eye open a bit, watching red hair rise and fall as Kirishima rests on his legs. The room is off-white and sterile, and he can feel a needle in one of his hands. Probably an IV. “There was some… Internal damage. From the assault. Repeated assaults from what we could tell,” Katsuki can only assume a doctor is speaking, and he allows his eyes to close again, just listening. “I see that he has a therapist already, but we can recommend a few who deal specifically in trauma.”
“If his therapist can’t handle it, I’m sure she can recommend someone who can.”
That’s his mother’s sharp voice, tense in a way that Katsuki has rarely ever heard. It’s different from her tone on a runway when a model misses a cue, or designs aren’t coming along like she expects, or the fabric she was sent doesn’t work for the design she wants. This tone is closer to when Katsuki had been muzzled at the Sports Festival. Now, the tone of worry has increased, and she sounds on edge.
The doctor exhales, nodding. She sounds young, but Katsuki doesn’t bother to open his eyes again to look. “O-of course. Um,” she’s flipping through papers as she breathes. “This--- Kind of trauma is obviously going to need care, but in his situation, it can cause issues with body dysmorphia. He’s already in a high-stress situation with hero training, so keeping an eye on that is very important. But,” her voice is firm. “That’s something very important for him, and having that kind of consistent schedule will help and give him something to focus on.”
“You’re telling me it’s less detrimental to leave my son at a school that first muzzled him and now allowed him to be kidnapped from a training exercise?”
His father’s voice, always the voice of calm reason chimes in. “Mitsuki, take a breath. The doctor trying to help, and you know Katsuki won’t allow you to pull him out of school---”
Sounds fade out again, and Katsuki lets himself fall asleep to the sound of his own heart rate machine and Kirishima’s breathing against his legs.
…
“Fuck,” explosions are barely contained in the palms of Katsuki’s hands as he stares at the television in the common room. The news is playing, but he’s already seen the video they’re talking about. Hell, he’d fucking lived it.
”And following up on a top story tonight, a video has been released anonymously online, featuring hero-in-training and U.A. student Bakugou Katsuki. You may remember Bakugou as the winner of UA’s most recent Sports Festival, and kidnapping victim. Fifteen-year-old Bakugou was taken, allegedly, by the League of Villains, and held for two weeks before being discovered by fellow U.A. students. Some say the video released clears the teenager of suspicion that he has been turned by the villains and the kidnapping was more willing. But, others speculate if anyone could come out of that situation with their loyalties intact. With his transgender status now of public record, his stability is again being brought into question---”
The television snaps off, nearly rocking off the stand as Kirishima’s hand smacks into it. Red eyes are angrier than Katsuki has ever seen them. “Gods damned bigoted bullshit. That’s such---” Kirishima takes a deep breath, gaze wide as it lifts to Katsuki. “You shouldn’t watch that. It’s all bullshit and tabloids. And, I--- I know you watched that video as soon as someone sent it to you. But you know it’s all shit.”
Katsuki blinks at the redhead for long moments, taking in his wide, earnest eyes and the determined set of his jaw. “When did you start swearing so much, Shitty Hair?”
That seems to startle him for long moments, and he stares blankly at Katsuki for a second before he flashes him a sheepish, shark-toothed grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably around the time my best bro got kidnapped and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it?” His gaze gets serious again, and a little sad. “Maybe when the media decided to focus more on their suspicions that you were a villain than trying to rescue you.”
Kirishima takes a deep breath as Katsuki stares at him, scoffing a little when the empathetic red eyes are too hard to meet. “Well, you fucking found me, didn’t you?” That makes Kirishima go still, head tipped a little as his brows pull together in vague confusion. Katsuki shakes his head. “Fuck ‘em. You came. You already knew… Plenty of shit, before that video came out,” the redhead had found him, so he really already knew more than anyone but his therapist until now. Instead of thinking about that, he reaches forward to grab a handful of the front of Kirishima’s shirt, shaking him a little with narrowed eyes. “You think a gods’ damned different thing about me now, huh? Think I’m fucking weak because I don’t got a big dick to swing around or the fact the League of fucking fucknuts fuck me like a blowup doll? Less manly or whatever other bullshit you spout off about?”
Red eyes go wide and a little desperate, not fighting Katsuki’s grip on him though his hands flail a little. “Bakubro! Of course not! I would never, I told you that when you first told me about the T, and you've got the biggest dick energy of anyone I've ever met, and when you let me go down on you---?”
“Yeah, yeah I fucking know,” he gets hands on his chest, pushing him away, though he doesn’t let him go far. “But, fucking--- Exactly. These are the same fucking extras who didn’t think your quirk could be used offensively. We proved them fucking wrong and we’ll--- Fucking do it again now, okay?”
Kirishima blinks rapidly for long moments before he swallows, nodding hard, offering him a painfully wide smile full of sharp teeth. It makes his eyes squeeze shut and Katsuki can’t help his huffed laugh at the expression. “Yeah! You’re right! And you’re gonna be awesome. You’re so manly! Hey, are you feeling up to some sparring? We can hit the gym?”
Katsuki lets his grin go feral, even if he knows that Kirishima will probably take it easy on him. He refuses to feel guilty about the one thing he hasn’t told anyone. The text that was waiting on his phone just before the video had gone viral.
One text, containing a picture of Katsuki’s flushed face, propped up on his knees, and a familiar pierced cock splitting his cunt from behind. The picture was unpleasant, sure, but it was the text that followed, four simple words, that struck unfettered fear into his soul.
unknown number: see ya soon princess