Broken Knight

Suzaku knew they laughed about him, called him an upstart eleven, often cat-called to him in his pilot suit, and tried to drag him off to their rooms for "extra training." Hands clawed at his butt, firm smacks when he wasn't looking. What could he do about it? They were Britannian, and an eleven filing a sexual harrasment law suit would be laughed out of any claims office, and then it would likely only get worse.

Tonight, he had to sleep in the barracks. He's slept in it before, a few times actually, though he avoided it whenever possible. Being the only honorary Brittanian in the barracks basically made him the bitch of all the other soldiers. Afterall, what could he do? No one would believe him if he made a rape claim.

Tonight was different, however. Tonight, he craved it.

He sauntered into the barracks, the bunk beds filled with the many male soldiers half-dressed. The Brittanians were of good stock, all fine faced and toned soldier-trained bodies. Suzaku slipped in, wearing only a tight black tank top and over-sized boxers that barely clung to hips narrow hips.

He was taunting them. Begging them.

"Look who's back." It had begun.

"Little bitch boy. Back for more?"

They approached, feral, mountain lion eyes bearing down on him. Suzaku swallowed, a few were already hard. "Look how he's dressed. What a slut."

Yes, that's what he was. A slut who used his body to win the favor of the soldiers.

A larger one took a seat on his bed, hand outstretched to cup Suzaku's face. Another pair of hands groped lazily at his toned stomach, dipping down to cup his growing erection. "He's so feminine."

"He wants this."

"Do you want this?" The one cupping his face whispered, leaning in, brushing his lips against Suzaku's. "You want to be violated like a cheap whore until we're done with you?"

Suzaku pressed his lips to the soldier, feeling the others teeth nibble his lower lip. Suzaku let out a soft moan, steam rolling from his breath. Two more pairs of lips were already on him, one placing wet kisses along his neck, each pressing a different pleasure button on Suzaku. The other had raised his shirt, kissing along his chiseled belly.

"Please...I do want it."

"Queer." He pulled his lips away. "Bend over the bed, you know what happens next."

He did know. They never jumped right into the sex. No, that would make them all gay, and they couldn't have that. That had to humiliate him first. Added a lemony spice to the gangbang that would follow.

Suzaku craved it.

The bodies were all absent from the bed, Suzaku laying his body over the bed, his legs hanging over the side. A soft rustling behind him, a dull scratching along the ground. He knew what happened next. His boxers were given a gentle tug, falling helplessly to the ground. The cold air nipped his tanned ass, colder fingers tracing the taut globes.

"Such a queer." The words were a mantra that desecrated, and excited Suzaku. His erection throbbed.

And then, the sting. The harsh sting that slapped his ass. The harsh sting of wood meeting with his heated flesh. Suzaku cried out. The first strike of many. They held nothing back, the soldier's knew no restraint. Another smack to the twin cheek, the paddle sinking into his flesh, a loud popping filling Suzaku's ears, a deep stinging jolting electricity up his spine. The slapping sound continued, the stinging continued.

Tears spilled from Suzaku's eyes, making the blankets damp. His body, cold with sweat, glistened in the soft light of the barracks. Suzaku could only hear the slapping of the paddle as the next soldier took his turn, the ringing in his ears, and the sounds of pants rustling as the soldiers masturbated.

"Slut."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

The words were almost inaudible. The stinging stopped, a faint thud as the paddle was dropped to the ground. Suzaku's body was lifted, laid to the ground, no mind paid to how badly his ass stung as he was propped on his back.

"Look how fucking hard he is." He was hard. He loved it. The shirt was stripped from his body, torn rather. Tongues, tongues and mouth's all descended upon his body, all eager to taste his sweat salted body. They felt so good, the hot, wet kisses traveling his body, the warm breath raking over his chilled skin. So wonderful.

"P-Please...fuck me..." He begged.

"In a moment, fucking slut." A warmth wrapped around his cock, Suzaku moaning, arching into the wet heat around his throbbing member.

"S-So good!" He cried out.

A heavy weight settled onto his chest, a hard member in his face that dripped pre-ejaculate in splashes across his face. "Suck it."

Suzaku opened his mouth, inviting the jerking length in. It pressed in, the impressive member filling his mouth and beginning an almost violent thrusting into his mouth. Pre-ejaculate splashed down his throat, Suzaku relishing the salty tang. He convulsed his throat around the cock, wrapping his oral muscles around the member. His face was made messy, saliva seeping out around the cock and drooling down his face.

Suzaku came hard, filling the mouth wrapped around his cock, deep moans and constrictions in his mouth deeply pleasing the cock in his mouth.

"Bitch came in my mouth!" He felt his own semen being spit onto his stomach, warm splashes of saliva mixed with ejaculation defining the slim muscles of his belly.

His legs were spread. No preparation, no lubrication. Just a hard cock, slick with a faint trickle of pre-ejaculate, was shoved into his puckering, pink hole. "So tight, so warm. Like a pussy."

Hands groped his chest. "Maybe if we squeeze his chest hard enough, he'll get some tits." The thumbs flicked his nipples, hardening them to diamond nubs that two boiling mouths now played with.

The man above him cried out, shooting thick wads of seed into Suzaku's mouth. Too much to swallow, Suzaku ate what he could and allowed the rest to slip out of his mouth and run down his face.

"All that spunk. Whore."

His body was rocking, the Brittanian's powerful hips were thrusting deep into him, each thrust filling him completely, loud moans erupting from his lips. Moans and pleas for more. He was hard again. So hard. He needed the humiliation, needed the shame. This was his atonement.

"Least this fucking Eleven is good for something."

A harsh slap to his face. Suzaku's eyes darting to his offender. "Look at me." The man was masturbating furiously, his cock aimed for his face. "Yeah...look me right in the eye. Open your mouth too, give me something to aim at." Suzaku obeyed, outstretching his tongue, dull eyes staring into the soldier's.

Another round of orgasm splashing across his face, a deep moan from himself and the man currently spilling his seed across Suzaku's face. Suzaku loved the warmth, the stickiness, or the essence splashing on his face, a few stray shots filling his mouth which he eagerly swallowed.

The cock in his ass pulled out.

"N-No! Please, put it back in! I'll do anything!" He needed to fill full.

"Shut up bitch, you don't call the shots." The man stroked his cock, Suzaku's lazy fingers reaching out lazily for it. Thick ribbons of essence were now splashing across his stomach and his own sex. It was so warm. So comforting.

"Sooo...so good."

"Want more?"

"Yes?" Being of use. It made him forget all of the shame in his life, all of the lies. All of the betrayal. When he was like this, he was an animal, free of those burdens. How simple it was.

Another member was flopping in his face, waiting for service, another pressing into his blooming portal. Two were placing themselves in his hands, expecting him to take over from there. His body was flipped, pulled into the lap of a Brittanian, the soldier's large member pushing deep inside of him. Clumsy fingers tussled his brown locks, pulling his head deep, forcing his large member deep into the Eleven soldier's mouth. The two in his hands received fair treatment, Suzaku' taking grip and stroking them.

So many were yet to come, and each would have their turn.

He cried out, muffled by the meat in his mouth. The cock in his ass was pressing his prostate, that sweet bump deep inside of him that sent electricity up his spine. So good. Tears leaked from his eyes, he knew he was wrong. It was wrong to like this. He couldn't help himself.

He teased the cockheads in his hands with his thumbs, using their own pre-ejaculate to slick the heads, hearing the pleasant moans it earned. His fingers teased the head, running a slow trail down to the base, and pulling back up. They loved it, their heads tossed back in deep, guttural moans.

Suzaku licked and teased the one in his mouth with the same technique, though slightly more difficult with the wild thrusting. The man's balls slapped his chin, his curls tickled Suzaku's nose. His cock, tasted so good in his mouth.

The man beneath him bucked his hips. "You really like this don't you?"

Suzaku had no way to respond.

"Hey, you! Come here!" Suzaku's eyes clenched shut, another soldier stepping forward. He loved the rape, but this part always hurt. The soldier situated himself between Suzaku's spread legs, his cock wiggling into his heat, joining the one already inside of Suzaku and filling his ass with two cocks.

He cried out, the vibration very pleasing to the cock in his mouth as another load was forced down his throat. It hurt. It hurt so badly. The two cocks thrusting in unsynchronized abandon in his ass, grinding against one another, rubbing his prostate. The two men moaning wildly as their cocks rubbed snuggly on the inside of Suzaku's ass.

It hurt. He loved it. His cock pulsed, a deep fire erupting in his belly as he was brought to another orgasm that mixed with the heavy amounts of semen already collected on his body.

He coughed some of the seed out of his mouth, allowing it to splatter across his defined chest muscles. Another one was approaching. The two in his hands wouldn't allow the new comer their turn, both shoving their cocks into Suzaku's mouth, stretching the small cavity to allow the two to fit inside of the wet heat.

"Suck'em!" Two more took their place in his hands.

Their treatment went on well into the night, finally dropping the sticky Honorary Brittanian to the floor, covered in the essence of many men that coated his body and poured out of both orifices. The worst part was always after. The ultimate degradation reminding Suzaku of his place in society.

His forest green eyes scanned the men huddled in a circle around him, their limp members hanging, as sticky as he himself was.

"Time for your bath."

He grimaced. He shut his eyes, warm streams flooding over his body, cleaning the sticky mess from his body and mingling with the sweat. The urine raked over his body, Suzaku unable to count how many streams. Splashing, dampening in his hair, on his cock, down his legs. It would've been a pleasant feeling, save for the smell and knowledge of what he was being doused with.

"Open your mouth, toilet."

Shaking, his body quivering with shame, his mouth opened. The streams converged, filling his mouth with the disgustingly bitter waste. The golden water filled his mouth, overflowing the sides and mingling with his tears that joined the semen on the floor. The sound of splashing, water running against water filled his ears as the urine cascaded into his mouth.

It was over. The men cleaned and adjusted themselves, and retreated to their beds, never minding the broken boy on the floor.

How it always was. Suzaku was left satisfied, a crying mess in a pool of semen, urine, and tears.

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May make some more oneshot stories involving the Geass boys (Lelouch/Suzaku) I'm also planning on updating Prize Kiss soon, but it's fucking hard to get past all the roadblocks of the series (May just make it an Alternate Storyline where Suzaku joins the Black Knights. That'd be easier)