#UnBroken 2014 x Male Reader

[hknightdai]

(REQUEST) Broken in Two - Unbroken 2014

Mutsuhiro "The Bird" Watanabe x Male Reader x Male Reader

Tags: Dubcon, Improvised Sex Toy, Oral

Part 2 of Broken

Request: I’m literally on my knees for your Mutsuhiro Watanabe’s writing, so I just wanted to request if you can make a part 2 or something similar to that but with Niragi from Aib?? Your writing literally makes me go feral, I hope the both side of your pillow are cold🙏🙏

X Improvising X

Yesterday was an odd day.

For the first time in a while, you had felt like leaving the comfort of Mutsuhiro Watanabe’s holes. You were wandering the prison camp, looking at the going ons and pretending to actually work. While doing so, you found something that caught your attention. You weren’t sure what it was for, but you knew what it could be used for. Even if it most certainly wasn’t meant for the thing you were thinking.

Bringing it back to “your” room, you saw Mutsuhiro waiting for you. Like always, he was clothed, but his pants were pulled down, and he had no underwear. He hardly needed it nowadays. He was also in his pose, ass up and face down.

“Mutsu,” You cooed. “Look what I found.”

You showed him what you found: A pipe with a round base, which was slightly heavy.

He said nothing, but you could see him connecting the dots. “Mutsu” tried to speak out against you’re unspoken plan, but shoving your cock down his throat shut him up.

Bringing you to today.

"Today, w-" You don't pay any attention to what Mutsuhiro's saying.

The only thing you care about is the pipe shoved up his ass.

Though he doesn’t show much of a reaction, the way his jaw tenses every now and then, certainly lets your mind run. You had some mercy for your dear “Mutsu,” making sure the pipe was lubed to high heaven. You ordered him to hold it in all day and it seems he may be failing.

Looking at him, you can imagine the pipe sliding out of his tight hole as he moves about, trying and failing to clench around its girth. The way he slightly shifts.

‘He must be trying to push it back in,’ You can’t help thinking, rock hard.

After an hour of this, you catch him sitting on a bench. From afar he looks intimidating: “The Bird” both hands on his stick, it standing before him as he keeps a watchful eye on the prisoners.

Up close though, you could hear the small whimper he made when he sat down.

Feeling cocky, you find some bullshit excuse to get closer to him.

Mutsuhiro sees you kneel before him looking at his shoes, “What are you doing?”

He tries to seem stern, but you can see the strain on his face.

“I’m cleaning your shoes, sir. As per your orders,” You say mockingly.

You most certainly aren’t cleaning them. If there were anyone close enough, they could tell you were dirtying them.

Spitting directly on one, you speak, “Aren’t these the shoes you bought for your promotion?”

Mutsuhiro clenches his jaw and sneers, but not at you. No, you wouldn’t like that.

Throwing a quick glance about, you reach out and touch his stomach. Mutsuhiro starts at your touch, but does nothing, but glance about.

“Woah! Haha, I can feel it.” Prodding his stomach, you can slightly feel the pipe inside him.

Looking up at him, you say one word, “Bounce.”

“W-what?!” He hisses.

Immediately losing any patience, you grab his balls, ignoring his hardened member.

Gripping, you repeat your order, “Bounce, Mutsu. Bounce like you bounce on my fucking cock.”

Mutsu whimpers in pain but does as he’s told when you let go. You don’t even pretend to be doing anything else, only watching as Mutsuhiro slightly loosens his belt, letting his pants sag a bit. There is a slight thud as the pipe’s base hits the bench. And, with an unsteady breath, Mutsuhiro drops down onto it.

He almost moans out but bites his lip to muffle it.

You rub his thigh to offer mock comfort, “There there, Mutsu. Doesn’t that feel good?”

He purses his lips but lifts himself back up again before dropping down, once more. The constant slight thud followed by a wet squelch, gets you had quite fast.

Not even looking around, you fish your cock out of your pants and stroke yourself.

“Keep an eye out, Mutsu,” You growl, gripping his thigh.

Images of his naked form bouncing on the pipe run rampant in your mind. For a moment, you have the insane thought of bouncing him on your cock in front of all these people.

“I bet you’d like that huh, Mutsu?” He doesn’t even look at you, lost in his own haze and watching out. “I bet you’d like me fucking you in front of everyone, huh? Show them all you’re my bitch.”

Your strokes become jittery and you cum over his celebratory “promotion shoes.”

You lean your head on his legs, letting his bouncing lull you. In little time, you feel when he slams himself down once more before cumming in his own pants.

You, fortunately, have the foresight to move away before he does. As he cums you see the stain growing on his pants.

Chuckling, you say, “Now wasn’t that good, Mutsu?”

Mutsuhiro doesn’t answer you, too busy panting.

X A Delicious Treat in the Shade X

You disappear again.

Though it’s not like anyone will notice. They certainly didn’t notice when you returned before.

Anyway, summer has come and it has come with a fury. Many people, prisoners and guards alike, already find it too fucking hot.

You are amongst those people, practically sweating your balls off. Obviously, you need a way to cool off. What better way is there than Mutsu?

Raking your hand through his dark locks, you say, “Isn’t this great Mutsu? I feel cool already, aren’t you?”

He glares up at you, underneath his desk.

“Kghlk!”

You reprimand him by shoving him down your length.

“I think it’s great. I mean I am a little hot still, but at least my pet is cool. Isn’t that right, Mutsu? You even get such a delicious treat as well as shade.”

With the way he’s languidly blowing you, it seems the heat is still affecting him. Both hands grab onto his hair.

“Tongue out, Mutsu.”

That’s all the warning you give him before launching into a full assault on his throat.

“Glghk! Glghk! Glghk!”

Mutsuhiro grabs onto your legs but doesn’t try to move away. He does, however, follow your instruction. Your cock slides on his tongue as he sticks it out.

You moan out loud, not bothering to cover it. No one’s likely to hear you in “your” room.

Mutsuhiro’s constant gagging and your moans ring out.

“I’m so glad, you haven’t gotten used to this, Mutsu.”

The constant gagging has Mutsuhiro’s throat contracting around your cock, driving you to fuck him harder. Mutsuhiro’s eyes screw shut at your constant pounding.

“Hglk! Klghk!”

You spit-covered balls slap against his chin and you let out a breathy chuckle.

“Here it comes, Mutsu!”

Shoving him down your length, you grind against his face as you cum down his throat. As string after string of your cum launches into him, you start feeling more relaxed.

Leaning back, you leave Mutsuhiro gagging on your cock, before letting go.

He pulls back in an instant and bangs his head on the desk.

“Ha! Mutsu, Mutsu. You need to cool off, the heat’s making you act dumb. Haha!”

You fan him with your hand as he wipes the spit and tears off his face.

[hknightdai]

Broken - Unbroken 2014

Mutsuhiro "The Bird" Watanabe x Male Reader

Tags: Noncon, Anal, Violence

Part 2

Summary: Fed up with continuous mistreatment, Y/n finds a moment when The Bird isn't watching to get revenge.

XXX

It’s ironic how the coal dust covering your body helps your plan. Admittedly, you should have waited until night to try this, but with how distraught The Bird became because of what happened today, you decided to use it to your advantage. The work going on outside may help cover any noise. Waiting in the shadows of the hallway, you watch as Sergeant Watanabe walks toward you before stopping at his room and opening the door.

The door closes but you’re already inside.

As he washes his face, you grab his stick and inch closer and closer toward him, your steps measured so as not to alert him.

Just as you wind up, he looks into the mirror and clearly sees your blackened form in the sunlight from his windows. As he turns and opens his mouth, you swing with all your might. A loud whap rings out as your hit connects with his head. You don’t have time to worry if it was heard as he catches himself on the sink and you hit his head again.

“Ah!” Watanabe’s nose starts bleeding from hitting the sink.

Gripping the back of his collar, you throw him, watching him trip and fall onto his bed. His shoulders heave with each breath, and his ass sticks out as he tries to pull himself up. You are on him in an instant, pushing him down into the bed. He struggles, his arms and legs flailing about. You spank him, with his own stick.

He jolts before freezing for a moment, you use that time to tie his arms behind his back with your loose shoelaces. His hands are in your grip, holding his upper body facedown, and his lower body is on his knees on the ground.

With one hand holding him down, it’s hard to remove his pants with only the other, but you make do. The pants plop down, revealing his ass. You strike his ass again as his struggles get more desperate.

“Calm the fuck down, Sergeant,” You hiss his title like an insult.

Gathering your saliva, you spit in your hand and rub it up and down his ass crack before focusing on his asshole. His legs twitch as you tease his hole, pushing against it but never into him.

Watanabe feels momentary relief as your hand moves away, only to have you sit on his back and yank his head back.

He lets out a hiss before, for a split second, his mouth opens and you shove the end of his stick in.

"Eeeh Aaaf!" He lets out a muffled yell.

"You just need to!" You shove it deeper into his mouth. "Get it wet."

That was a lie. For the next few moments, you gag Sergeant Watanabe on his stick, not caring if anyone heard.

"Ehlk! Khlk! Khlk!"

His eyes water from your abuse.

When you remove the stick-his saliva connecting him to it-he coughs. You silence him, shoving his face into the bed.

A glance at the spit-covered object is all you take before it stretches his asshole.

"Aaahhh!"

You listen to his muffled screams, pistoning the stick in and out of him. Lost in your enemy's agony, when you come back, you realize you’re hard.

His feet kick out when you shove the stick as far as it can go, before taking it out.

Watching him as he takes ragged breaths, you see him freeze as he hears you remove your clothes and toss them.

“Hold still Sergeant. Who knows, this may be over quickly.” You spit in your hand, rubbing it on your erection.

Getting on your knees, he kicks off the ground. You grab the stick and hit his head, knocking him back down.

“Where the fuck were you going to go, huh?” You ask, only getting a glare in response.

Yanking him up by his hair, he lets out a cry and put his stick in his mouth, making it into a gag.

If it was tough to take off his pants with one hand, it was harder to put your cock into his tight ass while also keeping the gag in his mouth. Once you were in him, you let loose, holding onto the stick, forcing him to bend back as you fuck him.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Sergeant?” You ask, listening to him let out puffs of breath each time your groin connected with his ass.

Slamming into him, you could hear the wooden stick creaking. From your grip or his biting, you didn't know. It didn't really matter to you as Watanabe's tight hole had you distracted. His warmth brings you to your peak, but you stop.

Looking at the window, your lust-addled brain gives you an idea.

Letting the stick fall, you grab onto his two tied hands and his hair before forcing him over to the window. Men were working outside, his men watching them. He proves to still have spirit as he tries to get out of your grip. You mash his face against the window and slam into him, reminding him of his position.

Your body is flush against his, his cock against the wall as you grind your cock inside him.

Whispering into his ear, “Go ahead, Watanabe.” He pushes against you, only succeeding to push you deeper into him. “Yell, scream. Let them know that your prisoner is fucking you.”

You emphasize your point with a thrust.

Watanabe screws his mouth shut, his groans low.

Grinding into him, you eventually hit his sensitive spot, forcing him to bite his lip and let out a moan.

“You’re lucky that I’m so nice.” You sarcastically smile and cover his mouth with your hand.

He bites you.

“Ah!” Your hand flinches back, bleeding. “You fucking bitch!”

With his hair in one hand, you grab his hands and throw him to the floor. With nothing to catch himself, Watanabe’s face knocks against the floor.

Using his legs to push himself up, you stop him. Dragging his ass up, you position your cock at his entrance, but he kicks out at you. Having enough, you stomp your foot atop his head and keep it there.

Disoriented, Watanabe could only faintly feel you grind your cock between his asscheeks before ramming into him.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" His moans leaked out, too messed up to try and muffle himself.

Watanabe tightened around you, practically strangling your girth. 

"Fuck! You like that huh, Sergeant?"

You spank his ass, watching it bounce. Your smacks and his moans would alert anyone to what's going on.

Now, your arm around his throat, his back against your chest, and your other hand grips his cock.

Pounding into your victim, you let out a yell and paint his insides white.

You feel his cock pulsating in your grip, but don't let up until it stops.

You retract your arm and let Watanabe thud against the floor. Get up from your kneeling, you see that you had much more coal dust on you than you remember. After your fucking, coal dust covers Watanabe’s ass, waist, and clothes, all the way up to his neck, face, and hair.

Laughing at the sight, you see your cum leaking out of his used hole. It drips down his cock before hitting the floor. Grabbing his stick, you decide for one more humiliation.

As the sunlight filters through the windows, it falls upon Watanabe’s ass-up position. Almost seeming to glint off the stick shoved into his ass.

XXX

From then on, no one seemed to see you ever again. The guards didn’t really care and only some of the prisoners even noticed.

But ever since then, Sergeant Watanabe would watch the prisoners from his window. The prisoners would watch him out of the corner of their eyes, making sure that he didn’t see them.

You were too busy watching his ass jiggle with each thrust.

You had a much better time waiting for the end of the war than most.