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“Now. Turn around and take a good look at what’s in front of you.” Germany yelled, probably to the same people he had yelled at earlier. Seconds later dozens of gasps could be heard from every direction, before a choir of silent whispers could be heard among the audience that they apparently had.
Germany chuckled darkly. His hands continued to move down from the other nation’s neck and down his back, leaving long, red trails down the pale skin. Norway bit his lip, trying not to wince at the pain caused by the German’s sharp fingernails. The hands stopped when they came down to the hem of the filthy and ragged pair of pants that Norway wore. That was the only garment he’d been allowed to keep when they put him in his cell.
Germany’s intruding hands continued downward, under the fabric of his pants. Norway felt the cold fingers slide in between buttocks before stopping at one of his most intimate and private places. The German’s fingers were teasing his opening, slightly dipping in one of his fingers before completely withdrawing from his pants.
Norway could hear the other nation move in front of him, picking up his bound arms. He slowly untied the strong knots on the rope but didn’t let go of Norway’s hands. Instead he found himself with his arms against what seemed like some sort of wooden fence post or something like that. Once again the coarse rope came in contact with his pale skin, and Norway realised that he was being bound to whatever it was. He tugged slightly at the rope, but he couldn’t move his body even an inch backwards. His arms were tied with a rope from his wrists and all the way down to his elbows.
The Germany chuckled darkly from above the bound nation, the sound of it making Norway’s blood turn to ice. Calloused came back down on Norway’s skin, this time touching his face. He cupped the Norwegian’s face in his big hands and squeezed his cheeks in between them, turning Norway’s lips into a silly looking pout.
“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to work now, shall we?” His voice low and husky.
Norway shivered, already feeling nauseous just by thinking about what he knew was going to happen. Germany’s hand left the other nation’s face and seconds later you could hear the sound of a zipper slowly being pulled down. All the other noises that had been there earlier seemed to have disappeared into nothing. For all Norway knew the sound of the zipper and his own heart beating so fast, could be the only sounds left in the entire world.
The large hands that had earlier been on his face had now been placed on the top of his head, buried in the golden locks of hair. Norway subconsciously licked his dry lips. Seconds later there was an unfamiliar pair of hands invading his mouth, pulling it wide open before he felt a thick cock being shoved into his poor mouth. The hands still somehow managed to hold his mouth open, keeping his teeth apart from each other to prevent him from biting down on Germany’s manhood. Not that he’d ever be stupid enough to try something like that.
“Now, do what you were born to do Norwegen.” Even though he had a blindfold over his eyes, Norway knew that the German had a big smirk plastered on his face. As usual, his voice said enough.
Norway reluctantly tried to suck slightly at the cock, not really knowing what he was supposed to do. No one had ever demanded something like this from him before after all, no one had ever treated him like this. Like rubbish. Whenever the ones the looked upon as his older brothers had wanted something sexual from him, they’d always treat him so gently. Like he was a delicate porcelain doll that could break if one played roughly with it. He’d always been the one to receive, he’d never had to do any of the work.
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