Tell Us Exactly How You Feel (part 4)
anonymous
April 9 2010, 04:15:43 UTC
"America, let me say it." Lithuania finally stood and joined him by the bed. He summoned his confidence and abandoned all hope of calling the whole plan quits. "We're all sick of it. You think you're big enough to have anything you want. We intend to show you that you are not, in fact, as powerful as you feel."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Russia was skeptical.
Lithuania nodded at America, who nodded back. The plan was about to commence.
Carefully, he crawled onto the large bed and mounted Russia's stomach. Russia suddenly became a combination of confused and excited, although he was embarassed to show his emotions in the presence of the American. Lithuania began to unbutton his own shirt, agonizingly slowly, and then he did the same to Russia's. Since he was tied up, the shirt couldn't be fully removed, so it laid there, draped, pathetically crumpled. "How does that feel, Russia?" he asked. "How does it feel when I touch your chest? How is it when I touch your neck? Tell us exactly how you feel."
"G-good.... I suppose.... pleasant.... If you could untie me, it would be much more pleasing, I think."
"Tell us which parts you like touched the most." America intoned. "Tell us where you're most sensitive, so we can be sure to ignore those parts."
"What?" Russia was confused once again. Just when it started to look like it might evolve into a pleasant experience, the American had to open his mouth and confuse him again.
"We're not going to untie you, Russia, so stop hoping for it. We're here for a purpose, and that purpose is to make you understand that you cannot, in fact, always get what you want." America hopped onto the gigantic bed and took a place behind the Lithuanian. He was perched with one leg on either side of the Russian's hips. "Earlier this morning, when you first saw Lithuania, what were you thinking? Did you think he looked nice?" America's hands gripped the brown-haired man's shoulders lightly. He carefully undid the loosely-knotted ribbon holding his ponytail with his teeth, and a cascade of chestnut locks fell to frame Lithuania's face. The face was blushing now, as America slowly began to grind into his back, and grip those shoulders tighter, and bury his face in his neck. "Did you want to touch him more? Maybe kiss his neck, just like this?"
Lithuania moaned at America's touch but did not remove his eyes from Russia's desperate purple ones. Russia was struggling now, attempting to break the bonds that held him to the bed. "Are you angry?" America asked. "Would you want to be in my place? Behind him, grinding into him? I don't blame you. The feel of his skin is amazing, it's so soft and creamy. And he has the softest hair, he really does. It makes you sad, doesn't it?" America's nipped at Lithuania's neck, and the boy whimpered and arched, closing his eyes.
Russia cried out in desperation. "What.... please! Please, Lithuania...." America could feel something stirring beneath where he sat. The imprisoned mammoth was beginning to get excited!
Tell Us Exactly How You Feel (part 5)
anonymous
April 9 2010, 04:17:20 UTC
"You want to see something beautiful?" America said. "Watch this." Without much warning, he plunged a hand down the front of Lithuania's pants. The boy arched again, and began to make quiet mewing noises as he put his hands into America's golden hair and pulled gently. America's other hand disappeared the same as the first one, and Lithuania's trousers slid off and fell to the floor before the bound man beneath them could even comprehend what was happening. "Check this out, Russia. Look at him squirming. Don't you wish you were me? Don't you wish you could do.... this?" America wrapped his fingers around Lithuania's bare member and pumped slowly. "Listen to the sounds me makes. It's enough to drive you crazy, isn't it?"
Indeed, Russia was being driven crazy. As he watched the spectacle, he moved his hips up in a futile attempt to catch some of the magic for himself. America shifted in such a way that Russia's ignored groin wasn't even being touched by either of the men. It amazed the Slav how such a thing could be occuring - on top of his own body - and he wasn't even allowed to feel it. He wanted to put his hand in Lithuania's hair, and stroke his pale thighs.... but no.
America sensed the heavy disappointment in the air, and reveled in it. So did Lithuania, whose part in the plan was to remain silent. To remain silent, and refrain from touching Russia; it was harder than he thought it would be, but he let America do the talking.
"Mm-hm." America stopped stroking Lithuania, who whimpered pitifully. Russia could tell he was close to release, and wanted so desperately to drive him over the edge himself. "No, my sweet, it's not over yet," he said into Lithuania's neck. "I don't think our guest has had enough yet."
He paused for a moment in shock; Russia was crying.
A feeling of extreme joy rose in America's chest. He felt like a child in a candy store, and had to resist the urge to shout and spit in Russia's face.
Russia panted. "Ugh.... please, I'm being completely serious.... this is not funny...." A tear rolled down his cheek.
Lithuania wanted to say, "Yes it is." But instead, he settled for turning his head to the left, where America's face was resting. America took the hint and licked Lithuania's lips before slowly pushing his tongue forward into his mouth. Russia whined audibly, but they continued to work themselves into the kiss and ignored his pleas to stop.
America didn't move away from the kiss, or even slow down, as he spoke. "You see this, Russia? This is what want feels like. You WANT to be in my place right now. Would you like me to describe it for you? Maybe you don't deserve a description. Our Lithuania must've had candy earlier. His lips are like smooth cherry candies-"
"Stop it!" Russia exclaimed, weeping. "Stop it, God damn you!"
"His mouth is so warm and wet...." America moved his mouth down to Lithuania's collarbone and then gave him a sharp shove, so the boy was laying on his back, sprawled across Russia's stomach. "I can think of something you'd surely like to do with that warm, delicious mouth of his." He removed his own trousers and positioned himself inversely over Lithuania in such a way that, no, Russia thought, they couldn't possibly be doing THAT.
Tell Us Exactly How You Feel (part 6)
anonymous
April 9 2010, 04:18:09 UTC
Lithuania responded immediately by taking America's member into his mouth, his "Florida," and slithering his tongue around it. Since he was on his back and couldn't move his head at all, he had to rely on America's thrusts, which came slow to prevent him from choking. "Look at this!" America said, as he panted and thrusted into Lithuania. "Don't you wish you could have what I have? You have no idea how warm, how soft.... how perfect he is.... and he's such a good boy. I could have it any way I want it. Is this how you would want it, Russia?" America slid his lips over Lithuania's cock and began to pump it with his fist.
Russia was, at this point, crying hysterically and trying to break the ropes. The giant appeared fragile, and Lithuania almost felt guilty to be engaged in sixty-nine sex with Alfred, right on top of him. Literally right on top of him, too. He kept trying, Lithuania noted, to shift his groin in an attempt to touch them, but it couldn't be done.
America moaned wantonly and then gestured for Lithuania to stop. "Russia, before we finish, I have a proposition to make you. Have you learned your lesson? If you haven't we'll just finish and leave you unfulfilled. Will you stop taking what you want without regard to the desires of others?" Russia nodded his head Yes. "The first step to curing your love of control is to give it to you in small doses. Can you behave if we untie you?" Russia nodded his head again, ashamed.
America moved to untie the bonds that held Russia to the bed. He successfully undid the knots and helped the weeping Russian sit upright and loosen his garments so that he was as naked as the others. America pointed to Lithuania. "Is he what you want?" Russia nodded. He kept his eyes down, ashamed, and afraid to look up and see their expressions. "You know what to ask for. Just ask, and don't try to take without being invited."
"P-please.... Lithuania...." Russia said, "I want you.... to.... please be one with me.... if you want to."
"That's all we wanted to hear." Lithuania whispered, and slowly placed his own lips over his, igniting a kiss that was completely worth the humiliation Russia had been through. One hand drifted to America's member, and one to Russia's, as America's hand drifted to Lithuania's, and with gentle strokes they sent each other spiraling into long-awaited finishes with moans and cries so loud, the foundation of the house shook just as they did.
America soon gathered his clothes and after shaking hands with Lithuania, he left to return to his own land. As soon as the door closed behind him, a fist grabbed Lithuania's neck and threw him backwards onto the bed. The whole room grew colder as the larger man crawled on top of the smaller one.
"My precious little Lithuania...." Russia said. "You didn't seriously think I'd give up my one and only source of pleasure, did you? Although I must admit, you made a genius plan. Not genius enough, I'm afraid. Now we're going to do this my way.... if you want it, that is."
"And how do you intend to do that?" Russia was skeptical.
Lithuania nodded at America, who nodded back. The plan was about to commence.
Carefully, he crawled onto the large bed and mounted Russia's stomach. Russia suddenly became a combination of confused and excited, although he was embarassed to show his emotions in the presence of the American. Lithuania began to unbutton his own shirt, agonizingly slowly, and then he did the same to Russia's. Since he was tied up, the shirt couldn't be fully removed, so it laid there, draped, pathetically crumpled. "How does that feel, Russia?" he asked. "How does it feel when I touch your chest? How is it when I touch your neck? Tell us exactly how you feel."
"G-good.... I suppose.... pleasant.... If you could untie me, it would be much more pleasing, I think."
"Tell us which parts you like touched the most." America intoned. "Tell us where you're most sensitive, so we can be sure to ignore those parts."
"What?" Russia was confused once again. Just when it started to look like it might evolve into a pleasant experience, the American had to open his mouth and confuse him again.
"We're not going to untie you, Russia, so stop hoping for it. We're here for a purpose, and that purpose is to make you understand that you cannot, in fact, always get what you want." America hopped onto the gigantic bed and took a place behind the Lithuanian. He was perched with one leg on either side of the Russian's hips. "Earlier this morning, when you first saw Lithuania, what were you thinking? Did you think he looked nice?" America's hands gripped the brown-haired man's shoulders lightly. He carefully undid the loosely-knotted ribbon holding his ponytail with his teeth, and a cascade of chestnut locks fell to frame Lithuania's face. The face was blushing now, as America slowly began to grind into his back, and grip those shoulders tighter, and bury his face in his neck. "Did you want to touch him more? Maybe kiss his neck, just like this?"
Lithuania moaned at America's touch but did not remove his eyes from Russia's desperate purple ones. Russia was struggling now, attempting to break the bonds that held him to the bed. "Are you angry?" America asked. "Would you want to be in my place? Behind him, grinding into him? I don't blame you. The feel of his skin is amazing, it's so soft and creamy. And he has the softest hair, he really does. It makes you sad, doesn't it?" America's nipped at Lithuania's neck, and the boy whimpered and arched, closing his eyes.
Russia cried out in desperation. "What.... please! Please, Lithuania...." America could feel something stirring beneath where he sat. The imprisoned mammoth was beginning to get excited!
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Indeed, Russia was being driven crazy. As he watched the spectacle, he moved his hips up in a futile attempt to catch some of the magic for himself. America shifted in such a way that Russia's ignored groin wasn't even being touched by either of the men. It amazed the Slav how such a thing could be occuring - on top of his own body - and he wasn't even allowed to feel it. He wanted to put his hand in Lithuania's hair, and stroke his pale thighs.... but no.
America sensed the heavy disappointment in the air, and reveled in it. So did Lithuania, whose part in the plan was to remain silent. To remain silent, and refrain from touching Russia; it was harder than he thought it would be, but he let America do the talking.
"Mm-hm." America stopped stroking Lithuania, who whimpered pitifully. Russia could tell he was close to release, and wanted so desperately to drive him over the edge himself. "No, my sweet, it's not over yet," he said into Lithuania's neck. "I don't think our guest has had enough yet."
He paused for a moment in shock; Russia was crying.
A feeling of extreme joy rose in America's chest. He felt like a child in a candy store, and had to resist the urge to shout and spit in Russia's face.
Russia panted. "Ugh.... please, I'm being completely serious.... this is not funny...." A tear rolled down his cheek.
Lithuania wanted to say, "Yes it is." But instead, he settled for turning his head to the left, where America's face was resting. America took the hint and licked Lithuania's lips before slowly pushing his tongue forward into his mouth. Russia whined audibly, but they continued to work themselves into the kiss and ignored his pleas to stop.
America didn't move away from the kiss, or even slow down, as he spoke. "You see this, Russia? This is what want feels like. You WANT to be in my place right now. Would you like me to describe it for you? Maybe you don't deserve a description. Our Lithuania must've had candy earlier. His lips are like smooth cherry candies-"
"Stop it!" Russia exclaimed, weeping. "Stop it, God damn you!"
"His mouth is so warm and wet...." America moved his mouth down to Lithuania's collarbone and then gave him a sharp shove, so the boy was laying on his back, sprawled across Russia's stomach. "I can think of something you'd surely like to do with that warm, delicious mouth of his." He removed his own trousers and positioned himself inversely over Lithuania in such a way that, no, Russia thought, they couldn't possibly be doing THAT.
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Russia was, at this point, crying hysterically and trying to break the ropes. The giant appeared fragile, and Lithuania almost felt guilty to be engaged in sixty-nine sex with Alfred, right on top of him. Literally right on top of him, too. He kept trying, Lithuania noted, to shift his groin in an attempt to touch them, but it couldn't be done.
America moaned wantonly and then gestured for Lithuania to stop. "Russia, before we finish, I have a proposition to make you. Have you learned your lesson? If you haven't we'll just finish and leave you unfulfilled. Will you stop taking what you want without regard to the desires of others?" Russia nodded his head Yes. "The first step to curing your love of control is to give it to you in small doses. Can you behave if we untie you?" Russia nodded his head again, ashamed.
America moved to untie the bonds that held Russia to the bed. He successfully undid the knots and helped the weeping Russian sit upright and loosen his garments so that he was as naked as the others. America pointed to Lithuania. "Is he what you want?" Russia nodded. He kept his eyes down, ashamed, and afraid to look up and see their expressions. "You know what to ask for. Just ask, and don't try to take without being invited."
"P-please.... Lithuania...." Russia said, "I want you.... to.... please be one with me.... if you want to."
"That's all we wanted to hear." Lithuania whispered, and slowly placed his own lips over his, igniting a kiss that was completely worth the humiliation Russia had been through. One hand drifted to America's member, and one to Russia's, as America's hand drifted to Lithuania's, and with gentle strokes they sent each other spiraling into long-awaited finishes with moans and cries so loud, the foundation of the house shook just as they did.
America soon gathered his clothes and after shaking hands with Lithuania, he left to return to his own land. As soon as the door closed behind him, a fist grabbed Lithuania's neck and threw him backwards onto the bed. The whole room grew colder as the larger man crawled on top of the smaller one.
"My precious little Lithuania...." Russia said. "You didn't seriously think I'd give up my one and only source of pleasure, did you? Although I must admit, you made a genius plan. Not genius enough, I'm afraid. Now we're going to do this my way.... if you want it, that is."
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If you want more, I will provide, though.... yes/no?
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