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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Suzaku_Kururugi/Jeremiah_Gottwald
  Character:
      Kururugi_Suzaku, Jeremiah_Gottwald
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non-Consensual, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Violence,
      Swearing
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-09 Words: 6044
****** Purebred ******
by PStarkRogers
Summary
     Suzaku Kururugi has been pinned as the main suspect in the murder of
     Prince Clovis of Britannia, a sin that Lord Jeremiah Gottwald, a
     Pureblood Britannian noble, is not going to let go lightly.
     -HEED THE WARNINGS. THIS IS PORN. THIS IS RAPE, NON-CON, UNDERAGE,
     RAPE. THERE IS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SWEARING.-
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Ugh!” Suzaku grunted as his body made contact with the ground. He tried to
shift, to bring the weight off his already sore arms that were strapped behind
his back, but he quickly received a swift kick to his ribs. “Guah! St-stop it!
I've already told you, I don't know! It's not—Guah!” His sentence was lost as
one of the soldiers kicked him again, this time in his bound legs.
“We don't want to hear your lies filthy 11!”
“That's enough.” Margrave Jeremiah's voice was casual, as if he wasn't in the
middle of a sham of an interrogation. He leaned forward in his chair and rested
one hand on the table. “Leave us. Iwill deal with this filthy scum.”
“But Margrave-”
“That was an order Kewell. Do you think I can't handle one bound 11?”
Kewell snorted. “No, of course not. We shall leave then.” Kewell motioned to
the men, and as he followed them out, he nodded at Jeremiah.
The silence that fell after the men left was heavy with words that weren't
being said. Both sides knew that Suzaku was innocent. This was all just for
show, a travesty of an interrogation so that no could say that Suzaku Kururugi
hadn't been given due process.
“So, Kururugi, why don't we stop playing games? After all, we both know what
the outcome of this is going to be.” Jeremiah sat back in his chair and rubbed
his finger on the bag with the gun in it. “Isn't that right?”
“No. No matter what you say, I know the truth will come out. The courts are
where the truth always comes out.”
Jeremiah laughed and stood up. “It hasn't been that way in a very long time
Kururugi, and it probably never will be.” He walked over and bent down to where
Suzaku laid on the floor. “But since you seem to think that, I guess I'll try
and not spoil your childish delusions.” He tilted his head back in thought.
“Honestly Kururugi, I do admire your spirit. It's a pity you weren't born
Britannian, you would have made an excellent pure blood. But I suppose no one
can pick their blood...What would you say is the one thing we do get control
over, private Suzaku Kururugi?”
“Eh?” He glanced up at Jeremiah, confused. Was this a trap? Some kind of verbal
word-play? What was the right answer? He let it hang for a minute and then
said, “Our own future.”
“Huh. An interesting answer.” Jeremiah smirked, and he pulled an orange circle
out of his pocket. With his other hand he lifted Suzaku to a sitting position.
“But no. The one thing we get control over is how we die, Private. Heh, I guess
you aren't even that anymore. No, you're just a filthy 11 waiting to die.” He
pushed a button on the circle and it popped open. “So tell me, how would you
like to die?”
Suzaku eyed the device warily and then tilted his head up to meet Jeremiah's
eyes. “With honor, and dignity.”
He smiled. “So like an 11. So proud, even when beaten. Hmph. I'll just have to
beat that pride out of you!” There was a click as the circle, the collar,
closed around Suzaku's neck. Suzaku felt two tiny pegs, one on each side, press
into his neck. He raised his head slightly and blinked. “Wha—Uahhhhhggg!” The
collar suddenly came to life, electrical currents running through it and
between the two pegs, with Suzaku in the middle. He flopped his head backwards,
not wanting to put pressure on it. He glared up at Jeremiah, his eyes asking
the question.
“What, never seen it before? Somehow I'm not surprised. It's a shock collar for
humans. The pegs on the sides are sensitive to the use of your vocal cords.
Anytime you go above just a menial sound, it'll put out an electrical surge. An
effective way of keeping prisoners silent when you're done talking to them.”
Jeremiah smiled and stood up. He gazed down at Suzaku, his eyes full of mock
pity and satisfaction. “So, what shall we do now, hmm? Any suggestions, my
little prisoner?”
Suzaku pushed his lips together. Thishe understood, all to well. It was just a
game to Lord Jeremiah, nothing more. A pleasant way to spend the time, and one
that would benefit him in the end. It was better to stay quiet then give him
anysatisfaction.
“Nothing to say? How cute. I guess I'll have to teach you some manners, boy.”
He smirked, and then suddenly his face went serious and hard as he delivered a
swift kick to Suzaku's stomach. “You will learn some respect!” Another kick.
“You will answer when addressed!” Another. “And you will obey!” Another.
“Filthy vermin!”
Suzaku gasped in pain as he rolled onto this back, propelled by the kicks. He
closed his eyes in pain, and he could feel them watering. He tried to push the
tears of pain back. It would do him no good to let his tormentor see him in
pain. That would probably only encourage him, actually. “What—Gaaaauuuhhh!” The
collar surged, and Suzaku couldn't bite back the scream of pain. On top of the
pain from the rest of his body, particularly his stomach, this was unbearable.
“Uhggghh...” His head flopped back as he gasped for air.
“Hmmph, that's better. Now tell me, 11, are you going to be a good boy and do
as your told?”
Suzaku opened his eyes briefly, stared at the ceiling and then closed them
again. He couldn't answer verbally, and he refused to give Jeremiah what he
wanted. He still had his pride, after all.
Jeremiah frowned, displeased with the silence and his captive's stillness. So,
he wasn't going to answer... Jeremiah shook his head in disgust. It annoyed him
to feel proud of this 11 for clinging so damn stubbornly to his pride. He
should feel nothing for this 11, not even pride! It was-- “Disgusting! Damn 11
trash!” He came over and grabbed Suzaku by the hair, hauling the brown haired
boy to his knees. Orange eyes met green with less than six inches between them.
Jeremiah could see the pride and conviction in the younger boy's eyes, along
with his strength.
It aggravated him.
“Hmmph. I guess I'll have to get my hands dirty after all.” He dropped Suzaku,
taking pleasure in the gasp of pain that escaped him. It was a pleasant sound.
Jeremiah bent down to his knees and undid the straps binding Suzaku's ankles.
“I guess in a way you should feel honored Kururugi. It's been a long time since
I've had to use this tactic to discipline someone.” He undid the zipper on the
prisoner gown, up to his knees. “This should be enough, I should think.”
Suzaku looked down at Jeremiah, confused. He wanted to ask, wanted to
understand what was going on, but he didn't dare. He wasn't sure how much more
of the shock collar he could stand. As it was, he was pretty certain that a rib
or two might be fractured. It wasn't until he felt the cold leather on his knee
that he began to worry. “What are you—Guaaahhhhhh!” Suzaku screamed in agony as
the collar gave off another, stronger, charge.
“Ohh, did I forget to mention? The more words you say, the stronger the burst.
It really is the perfect teaching tool. But then, some things must simply be
done by hand.” He slid his hand up from Suzaku's knee to his inner thigh. Oh
yes, it had been awhile since he had done this. But this boy truly deserved it.
He was just a filthy number, unworthy of the honor of being touched by Lord
Jeremiah Gottwald! He had to admit though, this boy was perfect for the
military. He was well muscled, and evenly distributed. He could tell by the
feel of the muscles that these had been earned and maintained since childhood.
“I must say, Kururugi, I understand now why there is no place but the military
for you. You're clearly well trained. Honestly, executing you is almost a
shame.”
Suzaku shivered as Jeremiah's hand stroked his thigh. Why? Why was he doing
this? It couldn't be...But that was barrack behavior! “St—mmm” Suzaku quickly
closed his lips and bit down, hard. No, no he mustn't say anything. He could
not-would not-give him that satisfaction. That's all this was about. Jeremiah's
self-satisfaction at humiliating him. That's all.
He was so focused on his speech that he didn't notice Jeremiah's hand moving
upwards until it roughly grabbed hold of his cock. “Uhh! What the—Uummmph!” As
the charge raced through him Suzaku bit down again, trying to muffle his pain.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he winced in pain.
“There now, that's it. You're learning already, Kururugi.” Jeremiah ran his
thumb over the head of Suzaku's cock and smiled. “But I guess I shouldn't call
you that anymore. After all, you're not a person. That would imply that you're
somehow equal to me, to any true Britannian! You're just-” He gripped Suzaku's
penis harshly and tugged. “-A number!” He tugged it again, earning a whimper of
pain from his victim. “No one of importance!” He tightened his grip and started
sliding his hand up and down, relishing in the sound of Suzaku's pain. “Who
would even notice if you stopped existing? Who's-going-to-miss-you-when-you're-
gone?” Each word was followed by a sharp tug, and punctuated by Suzaku's
muffled whimpers.
“I shall teach you your place in this life!” Jeremiah tugged Suzaku's member to
it's entire length and then pinched his index finger and thumb together on it's
head.
“Ugghhh, stop it!” Suzaku finally let the cry ring out, even as the charge
quickly followed. He hated himself, hated himself for screaming, for crying,
for the feeling of irrational pleasure he was getting. He blinked as more tears
fell from his eyes. Maybe...Maybe this was what he deserved. Maybe this was
just retrubution for what he had done seven years ago.
He was brought back to the present as Jeremiah pinched and viciously twisted
the tip of his cock. “Mmmm!” He bit down on his lower lip hard enough to draw
blood and squirmed.
“So, I see you're finally learning. That's very good. So tell me, 11, are you
worthless garbage? A nod or shake will do.” Jeremiah eased back down Suzaku's
member and softly stroked the base.
Suzaku pushed his teeth more into his lip and reluctantly nodded his agreement.
He had no right to pride, not after what he had done. Tears slipped down his
face even as he tried to stop them.
“That's very good. It's good to see that you're not beyond learning.” He let
his hand go farther and he rubbed Suzaku's balls softly, almost caressing them.
“It's too bad I can't keep you. You'd make an excellent dog.” He gave them a
rough squeeze and then reached out with his other hand to grip the collar. He
tugged Suzaku towards him and smiled softly. “Isn't that right, 11?”
Suzaku nodded softly. His body was tense, stuck in a 'fight-or-flight' state.
He wanted to fight, but as he was, he could barely even move. More-so, there
was something about the light in Jeremiah's eyes, the rage, the passion, the
pure belief and self-confidence that had caught Suzaku off guard. He felt his
stomach drop as his face flushed and an erection started to form.
“Hmph.” Jeremiah scoffed at Suzaku's reaction, pleased. So, he was getting to
the dog. Good. Now they could really have some fun. “So, 11, are you going to
be a good boy now and do as you're told? Or do I have to discipline you some
more?”
Suzaku shook his head, even as he shifted his legs closed around Jeremiah's arm
and hand.
“Uh-uh, none of that now. Spread them!” His voice was a whip, his words a
command to be followed.
Suzaku quickly opened his legs as widely as the straps around his knees would
allow. Softly he murmured “Yes sir.” It was barely audible, and the collar
didn't pick it up.
But Jeremiah did. “Oh yes, that's a very good dog. You're not so worthless
after all, are you? Oh no.” He started softly rubbing Suzaku's balls again,
gradually moving up to a vicious pace.
“Mmmm...Ohhh...Uh!” Suzaku tilted his head back in Jeremiah's grip and closed
his eyes, his mind at war with his body. His body was responding to the pain,
to the torture, like it was a lover's caress. His mind, however, was reeling
with disgust. He bit into his lip and winced, desperately trying to hold back
anymore moans or cries.
“I thought you might like that. I wonder though if you'll like this...” The
hand on Suzaku's balls moved to his erect cock while the hand on the collar
moved to his scalp, where it rubbed softly before suddenly gripping his hair
and tugging his head forward. As Suzaku's eyes flew open, his lips collided
with Jeremiah's in a vicious kiss. Jeremiah's tongue quickly darted in and
swished around, tasting everything. Suzaku moaned into the kiss even as he felt
his erection grow and his body loosen. His mind was suddenly empty of all
thoughts, mesmerized by this man's lips and tongue.
Suzaku blinked a few times, then met those piercing orange eyes with his own
green ones. After a moment a heat rose in Suzaku's cheeks and his eyes drifted
closed. His tongue suddenly rubbed against Jeremiah's, and then brushed past to
enter his partner's mouth. “Mmm...”  The kiss went on for several seconds (they
felt like minutes to Suzaku) before Jeremiah pulled back and slammed Suzaku
down on his stomach, his head inches from the floor.
"Well Kururugi, I never expected you to be so good with your tongue. I'm sure
it's a skilled you had to pick up in the barracks, right?" He smiled as Suzaku
nodded and murmured "Yes, my lord." "Then you should have no problem with the
task I give you next..." Jeremiah unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock,
rubbing it against Suzaku's cheek. "Suck."
Suzaku swallowed and closed his eyes. A shudder went through him, and then he
nodded and whispered, "Yes sir." It was an empty sound, void of any emotion.
Suzaku scooted back slightly and then let out a sigh before he opened his mouth
and took Jeremiah into the back of his throat. "Mmm,mm." Suzaku hummed
slightly, and shifted his head. He coughed slightly, but it was more due to the
angle than any kind of gag reflex. That had been broken long ago in the
barracks of Britannia. He swallowed and then started bobbing up and down on the
cock in his mouth.
"Mmm, damn. You're even better than I thought. Mmmm, fuck!" Jeremiah's hand
tightened in Suzaku's hair, then let loose slightly as it started to give an
abrasive massage. "Mmm, yes. Very good, dog."
Suzaku reacted at that, his body shivering in response to the words. He moaned
against the cock and lapped at it, similar to a dog lapping at a bone. "Mmmm,
my lord..." Jeremiah smiled, pleased at how fast Kururugi had learned. Or
perhaps this was an old skill? He shook his head. He would probably never know,
and honestly, it didn't matter.
He continued stroking Suzaku's head, his hand keeping time with Suzaku's mouth.
"You are very good Kururugi. I know I've said it already, but it really is a
shame. I could use a mutt like you to keep me company." He tightened his grip
on Suzaku's hair and tugged just slightly, not enough to pull Suzaku off, but
enough to get his eyes to open and come up. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Suzaku nodded and bobbed up and down on Jeremiah's cock. "Hmph, I thought so.
Continue." Suzaku swallowed and went back to work on the cock, urging it with
his tongue and teeth to a full erection.
As Suzaku continued to suck his mind went further and further away, until he
was no longer thinking, only reacting. He had practiced this skill many times
before in an attempt to just stay alive. It had been necessary as an 'honorary
Britannian' to give more of himself, do more, until there was no clean part of
himself left. He had whored himself so much that even his soul wasn't clean
anymore. All his talk about pride, and honor, was just that. They were empty
words, promises he had broken long ago. Now he was just a whore. A...
A dog.
He shuddered as his tongue tasted the first bit of pre-cum, and he quickly
lapped it up. He knew how this game was to play out, and he knew his part. His
part was to pleasure his master so well that there would be no need for him to
do it twice. He shifted so that he could get Jeremiah's entire length into his
throat (no easy task considering how big he was) and pushed his head down all
the way, his tongue moving to keep it nice and wet. Suzaku swallowed around the
whole length and Jeremiah let out a deep moan of pleasure as he did. Suzaku
gently bit at the base, then gave it a deeper, harder bite. Jeremiah hissed and
tightened the grip on Suzaku's hair, but otherwise did nothing to indicate if
he was displeased. Suzaku briefly flicked his eyes up, trying to gauge
Jeremiah's temperament. He seemed pleased, and his eyes were closed. Taking
that as a good sign, Suzaku continued to bite and swallow, knowing that
Jeremiah wasn't far off from cumming.
Jeremiah shifted, trying not to move too much. It had been more of a surprise
then he had expected. He had figured Suzaku would have someskill with his mouth
for tasks like this (most honorary britannians did), but he had hardly been
expecting this.Oh no, this was a very pleasant surprise indeed.
For a moment he toyed with the idea of undoing Kururugi's hands, just to see
what he could do with them, but he quickly trashed that idea. It wasn't wise to
give him too much power, and besides, he looked farmore attractive this way. It
was only a pity that Jeremiah couldn't see Kururugi's penis. He was sure that
it was spilling over with pre-cum. Which reminded him... "Mutt, heel." His
voice was whisper soft, but Suzaku reacted as if he had been whipped. He froze
in place and his eyes came up even as his arms shifted a bit and he made a
noise-a 'yes sir' perhaps?-which then caused the collar to activate. Suzaku
moaned and moved his head down, gagging as the pain caused his throat to
attempt to shut. Jeremiah had to bite back a noise of pain as the most
sensitive part of his body jerked in a vicious mix of pain and pleasure. He
gripped Suzaku's hair tightly and his free hand came up with the intent to hit
instinctively before going back down again. No, that had not been the boy's
fault. If he wanted him to learn what did and didn't please him, he would have
to be careful to not send the wrong messages. It took a minute or two for
Suzaku to look up again at Jeremiah. His eyes looked tired, and pained. Other
than that, they were blank.
Jeremiah almost felt bad. Almost.
"Humph." He wrinkled his nose in disgust at his own emotions and shook his
head. "Kurururgi. My little mutt--Ah, but that's not right is it? After all,
you're a pure-bred like myself, even if you are a lower being. But still a
pure-bred, no?" He tilted his head just slightly and gave Suzaku a thoughtful
glance out of the corner of his eyes. He smiled as Suzaku nodded. Damn that
felt good! "As I thought. I do like my things to be high quality you know."
Suzaku gave the penis a lick just like one would give a lollipop; it was slow
and tender. Jeremiah blinked in honest surprise as Suzaku continued to lick.
"Mmmm, you do know exactly what a man likes don't you? Good boy..." His eyes
drifted closed and for a moment he just let the pleasure roll over him. Fuck,
the boy really knew how to use just the right amount of pressure and force.
This went on for a few quiet moments, until Jeremiah finally reached out and
softly, tenderly, stroked Suzaku's cheek with his hand. "That's enough boy.
Stop." Suzaku stopped and looked up at Jeremiah, a question in his fey green
eyes. Jeremiah shook his head. "No, stay. You're not quite done yet. No, I just
wanted to lay down the rules, although I'm sure you already know them." He
watched Suzaku's eyes fill with confusion and curiosity. Despite himself,
Jeremiah smiled. "You've had so many masters that you don't know which rule I'm
referring to. You poor thing." He released Suzaku's hair and used that hand to
reach down and stroke his neck and spine. "I refer to the rule about cumming.
My rules are simple, so simple even a dog like you can understand them." He
gently scratched behind Suzaku's ear. "You will not cum without permission, and
you will beg for permission." He eyed the collar thoughtfully and ran his hand
over it. "In your case, you will whine for it, like the dog you are. When I
think you're ready, I'll remove the collar so you can beg properly. Am I
understood? Don't speak. From this moment forward, you are a dog,and you will
bark,or whine.Understand?" At Suzaku's muffled bark and nod, he smiled. "Very
good." He gave the dog's ear one last scratch and slid his hand down to his
chin. "Now, finish it. And don't let a single drop go." He let the unspoken
threat hang before he removed his hand and gave a curt nod of approval.
Suzaku barked softly and renewed his efforts to bring his master to climax. His
mind was focused solely on the task at hand, the only other thing in his mind
the knowledge that if he wanted to avoid pain he would prevent himself from
cumming at all cost. His tongue and teeth worked steadily as his mind focused
on his painful and growing erection. For several minutes he worked in steady
silence, letting the sound of his lapping and sucking fill the air. The salty
and almost bitter taste of pre-cum was thick in his throat when he finally
started to whine like a needy pup, like a bitch in heat. God how he needed
release!
He continued to whine and suck, knowing all the while that Jeremiah was getting
closer and closer to release. He could tell by the amount of pre-cum that was
leaking out, by the growing size of the twitching penis. As the whines grew
more and more frantic and became more and more agitated, Suzaku finally started
to grind against the floor. Even though he knew he wasn't allowed to cum he
needed something, anything,to alleviate the pain and pressure.
"Nuh uh uh." A hand reached out and slid under Suzaku, grabbing the front of
his prisoner gown. Suzaku was tugged forward even as the other hand tapped on
his cheek. Suzaku gagged as the cock rammed into the back of his throat at the
odd angle. He started choking and his eyes began to water as he looked up at
Margrave Jeremiah. "Mmmm." Suzaku got out a soft whine even as he struggled to
breath. "You know better than that boy. Stop, and I'll let you go." Suzaku
swallowed, and let out a whine of pain as his throat burned and tears fell.
Jeremiah released his shirt and Suzaku slid down a little. He was just about to
pull off and take a normal breath when he was suddenly and harshly tugged back
down by his hair. The thick cock rammed into his throat, causing him to cough
and choke once more. "Now where did you think you were going? You're not done
yet." Suzaku nodded once more, shaking even more tears of pain loose. He
swallowed and kept going, sucking and lapping and swallowing and biting until
finally, finally,Jeremiah came into the back of his throat.
The cum was hot and salty, and as it filled his mouth and throat Suzaku noticed
it also tasted vaguely sour. He moaned deeply and closed his eyes for a moment,
relishing the feeling of someone cumming in his throat. For a moment he was ten
years old again and this was a different place, a different time, and a
different person's cock filling his mouth with cum. For just a brief moment he
could go back to that place, back to happier times, back to a place where he
wasn't filled with self-hatred and regret.
The moment was ripped from him though as the penis moved up and rubbed the roof
of his mouth. A very pleased and slightly slurred voice said in a soft tone,
"Swallow." Suzaku shivered at that voice, his mind going blank once more. His
body tensed in pleasure and pain, and as he swallowed once again he moaned
deeply, and the sound vibrated through his whole body as he radiated with
pleasure.
The hand on his head gently massaged his scalp, giving only light and gentle
pressures. Suzaku raised his head just slightly to push into the hand like a
happy cat asking for more. He hummed happily, and his body almost vibrated with
his self-satisfaction.
As the purring rose though, the shock collar activated once more. Instead of a
yelp of pain though, Suzaku moaned deeply as his brain translated the pain into
a masochistic form of pleasure. He let the moan wash like a wave through his
body and he started bobbing up and down again on his master's cock. He
continued to moan, occasionally whining in need as he felt himself getting
closer and closer to the edge again.
If his body had not been strung so tight, pleasured to the point that it had
developed a painful sensitivity, he probably wouldn't have even noticed the
hand reaching down to stroke his chest through the gown. The gown had been
drawn tight in order to keep him immobile, so it was pulled taunt against his
skin. "Mm!" He jerked in pleasure/pain as the hand brushed over his nipples and
muscles.
"Kururugi, that's enough. Come up now."
Suzaku pulled off, giving the cock one last lick before looking up at Jeremiah.
His eyes were dark with arousal and need, and his face was flushed with color.
His fluffy brown hair was a mess from Jeremiah's massages and treatments. All
in all, he was quite the beautiful mess. Jeremiah smiled in pleasure and
anticipation. "I think you've earned your reward, don't you?"
"Mmmmm...Yes sir." Suzaku's voice was husky with pleasure and arousal, as well
as scratchy, probably from his throat being constantly slammed into, not to
mention a severe lack of water. The sound acted like a lighter to a candle for
Lord Jeremiah, causing him to close his eyes as he enjoyed the sound. As the
collar sprang to life Suzaku moaned deeply, and the sound was the final push.
Jeremiah reached down and lifted Suzaku up and into a sitting position against
the wall. "Uh!" Suzaku gasped as his ribs protested in pain, but even that was
turned into pleasure after the first burst. He looked up at Jeremiah and his
eyes were full of need, desire, and confusion.
Jeremiah just smirked.
"You're very close now, aren't you Kururugi? No need to answer; I can see the
answer quite clearly between your legs." His smirk turned into a grin as Suzaku
blushed and shifted a little. He noted with pride that his puppy left his legs
spread as wide as the straps just under his knees would let him, leaving
himself fully exposed for anyone to see. "Oh yes, you are learning very well
indeed..." As he looked into those beautiful green eyes he felt a momentary
feeling of sadness. It would be so sad to lose such a quick learning dog. Oh
well. Nothing to be done now. He leaned forward and reached around behind to
Suzaku. With a few quick motions he had undone the straps binding his dog's
arms behind his back. He sat forward again and said in a stern voice. "I want
you to make yourself cum. Can you do it?" Suzaku, for his credit, didn't even
pause to look confused. He simply nodded and let out a soft 'woof'. "Very good.
Now lean closer, and I'll remove that collar. I want to hear you scream."
Jeremiah leaned forward, hand outstretched, but Suzaku pulled back. Jeremiah
raised an eyebrow in question. "Ohh? What's this? You want to keep it?"
"Yes sir. I--Mm!--I think it's--Mmmm!--fitting, for a dog like me. Ohhhhhh!"
Suzaku leaned his head back against the wall and moaned deeply. Jeremiah just
leaned back, watching as the cords and muscles in Suzaku's neck moved in
response to pain...and pleasure. He was tempted to reach out and touch that
soft tan skin, but he refrained. It was much better to just watch the boy in
his natural beauty.
And what a beauty he was!
After the seizure had passed Suzaku slowly rolled his head to the side, opening
his eyes with grace and an air of someone who had just received great pleasure
and was coming down off the high. Jeremiah glanced down at Suzaku's member and
was pleasantly surprised to find that it was still completely erect, waiting
for someone to come along and bring it past the brink. There was however a
small pile of pre-cum underneath him. "Well, you've actually managed to
surprise me. I didn't realize you were such a masochistic little slut." He
raised his eyes from Suzaku's twitching penis to the boy's eyes. "Fine then.
You're right, as it happens, so get on with it. Don't keep me waiting."
Suzaku nodded and reached down with one hand to grip his own erection. He
moaned at the touch, licking his lips and closing his eyes. His other hand
drifted up and started tracing shapes on his chest. Circles and zigzags and
other little shapes as he just drifted his fingers over his own skin. He moaned
in deep pleasure and opened his eyes again, looking at Jeremiah with lust and
the need for approval. His right hand started slow, and then gradually got
faster and rougher, causing Suzaku to make more and deeper noises of pleasure.
After a minute of moans and grunts, which Jeremiah still found incredibly
attractive and arousing, the noises finally became words.
"Ohhh, yes, uhhh, master...Uhhh, please, my lord, more...uh, uh, uh!" Each word
or string of words was followed by a burst of electric energy, which it
appeared Suzaku ignored, for the most part. Or so Jeremiah thought. As he
continued to watch, mesmerized, he noticed that Suzaku wasn't ignoring it. Oh
no. He was internalizing it. He was turning each and every burst of electrical
charge as if it was a cattle prod, albeit a very pleasing and pleasurable
cattle prod. He was using it to stimulate himself to go faster, go harder, and
right there, in front of Jeremiah's very eyes, Suzaku Kurururgi came all over
his right hand.
"Ohhhhh, uhhh, uhh! Yes, please, ugh, make me cum! My lord!" Suzaku came hard
and fast, and as he screamed the charge ripped through him, fueling an even
more intense climax until Suzaku finally slumped against the wall a minute
later, fully and completely spent. His head slumped forward onto his chest and
he let his breath out in a rush. His eyes had to blink a few times before
realizing what he was staring at: his cum covered hand. He tilted his head a
little, then looked up as a voice finally penetrated his hazy, post-sex brain.
"Kururugi!"
"Uh!" He blinked again, then nodded his head. "My lord?" His voice was whisper
soft and ragged.
Jeremiah sat back. "Humph, so you've come back down. For a moment I thought you
had ascended to the heavens early, Kururugi." He eyed Suzaku in a hungry
fashion, then jerked his head towards his hand. "So, what are you going to do
with that?"
Suzaku didn't miss a beat as he lifted his hand up and took a long and slow
lick of the cum all over his hand. His eyes stayed glued to Jeremiah's, and he
had to marvel at how those orange eyes looked very much like dancing flames
when his lord was aroused. It was a very attractive look, over all. He
continued to lick, licking until all he had cleaned all the cum off his fingers
and hand. When he was done he lowered his hands between his legs and sat there,
licking his lips and staring at his lord and master. "My lord?"
Jeremiah swallowed hard and let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been
holding. Damn, if he kept watching this he'd get hard all over again! He let
out a disgusted noise and rose to his feet, taking his time in getting himself
in order. When he was finally presentable again he looked down at Suzaku, who
was still sitting there like a dog waiting for orders. Or, and Jeremiah snorted
softly at this thought, a whore waiting for someone to take her. He smiled at
that thought and reached down and lifted Suzaku's chin up so that Suzaku had to
look at him. His smile only grew at the lust in those eyes, at the blatant need
those eyes begged for. But he brushed past that and gave Suzaku a passionate
and deep kiss, letting his tongue dart in and around Suzaku's mouth until he
finally felt the boy wiggle in his need for air. He pulled away then and gently
tapped Suzaku's cheek before shoving him against a wall.
"Uh!" Suzaku thumped against the wall and winced in pain. He raised his head up
and glanced at Jeremiah, an unspoken question in the air. Jeremiah just smiled
and took a step back.
"It was fun, Kururugi, but I'm afraid I've wasted enough of my time on a dog
like you. But since you still seem so needy..." He walked over to the door and
opened it and waved at someone outside. A guard came over, his eyes carefully
not looking at anything. "My lord!"
"Yes, I want you to go get Lord Kewell and tell him that I'm done with
Kururugi. I attempted to extract the information out of him, but he wouldn't
comply. Since he would not comply, I've punished him." Jeremiah paused for a
moment and glanced back Suzaku. He had to admit, the boy was quite the sight:
disheveled hair, needy eyes, taunt and bound muscles, shock collar, and all of
this completed by the fact that he was sitting there with his hands between his
legs in a puddle of cum and pre-cum. It was enough to get any person aroused.
He turned his head back around and looked at the guard. The guard quickly
looked back up and straight ahead, but there was a slight blush on his cheeks.
"But we all know that Prince Clovis's murderer can never be punished enough, so
tell Kewell that him and any man or woman he chooses can come and show the
filthy 11 mutt his place. Might as well get some use out of him before they
execute him." Jeremiah eyed the guard and nodded thoughtfully. "After you relay
the message to Lord Kewell, you're free to come back and use him. After all--
" He slid one last glance at Suzaku Kururugi, then walked past the guard. His
last words could be heard as clearly as if he had still been the room though.
"After all, he's just a disgusting 11 slut, not good for anything but
pleasuring Britannians."
End Notes
     This is not a ship you should ship. This is not a ship I should ship.
     This is not a ship ANYONE should ship. It's weird and odd, and
     there's a reason I am the first and only author of it. But an anon
     requested it, and so it is there's to have. I really truly hope she
     enjoyed it nearly as much as I enjoyed writing it. Have fun my dear.
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