Re: Gorgeous [Part 4/5]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 09:57:11 UTC
Alfred was silent but for the hiss of air forced from his nostrils as Arthur fucked his mouth faster, slightly harder, but always mindful not to make the younger nation gag or suffocate. Warmth ran down the Briton's spine, trickling south to his groin and pooling there as a particular sensation of anticipation began to build from his feet upwards. Feeling his core muscles beginning to tighten, thighs trembling as he forcefully kept on abusing the other nation's mouth, Arthur let himself be taken by pleasure.
"Alfred." The American glanced up as his name was moaned, hands obediently fisted on his thighs, white with the effort of not allowing them to wander. "Be a good boy and drink up all of daddy's milk, aye?"
Suddenly the warmth in his gut blossomed ten-fold and he was grinding into Alfred's face in irratic jerks. Semen spilled across the American's tongue, bitter and viscous, flooding the cavern of his mouth until it would hold no more, spilling out of the corners of his mouth and seeping down his chin and neck. When at last the last of his orgasm left him, Arthur pulled away, wiping his flaccid penis across Alfred's cheek, effectively 'marking' him. Seeing the other's shock, the Englishman smirked and patted the younger man's head.
"What a good boy you are, Alfred. I think I might be willing to take that ring off you, soon."
"Arthur, please -"
"Oh no, lad, do not call me Arthur. Good boy's do not call their daddies by their first name."
"..."
An exaggerated sigh of suffering escaped the British nation, and then - "Mulish as always, are we? Well, we will just have to fix that problem."
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"Say it."
Wrists straining against wide metal cuffs, none too comforted by the slight padding inside, he arched away from the flat play piece skimming smoothly over the round of his buttocks.
"N-nnngh..."
"What was that?"
A threatening pat against bare skin, not yet hard enough to cause pain, but just ample enough to leave a slight ache.
"N-no!"
"Tsk, always such a stubborn lad. No matter how many times I spanked you-" Arthur's hand jerked back, then flew forward as the wooden hand-paddle he was holding connected hard with Alfred's ass. WHAP! "- you simply never learned, always going back to your trouble-making the moment I let you off my knee." WHAP! "Come to think of it, now, sometimes I wondered if you were doing it on purpose." WHAP!
"Did you like it, Alfred? Did that pain arouse you?"
The American braced himself for the next (wonderful, painfully arousing) strike to come, but was left with only the searing sting in his ass from the prior blows. Struggling to glance over his shoulder from his cuffed, spread-eagle and pants-less position on the Saint Andrew's Cross, Alfred spotted Arthur examining the paddle he held, weighing it in his palms as he turned his gaze to the younger nation.
"If such is the case, this can hardly be counted as punishment. Perhaps I should just put this away-"
"P-please!"
Arthur froze, studying Alfred with half-lidded eyes and a sinfully devious smirk. "What was that, my boy?"
"Please, Arthur! Please hit me again!"
"Ah, ah, what did I say about calling me that?"
The American nation mumbled something low and inaudible against the wall behind the cross. Arthur's smirk widened as he teasingly ran the haft of the paddle between the cheeks of Alfred's ass, pressing the pointed end firmly against the younger man's anus. "What was that? I could not hear you. Speak up."
"P-please...Daddy. Daddy, please hit me again! Hit me harder!"
"Mm, that's a good boy." WHAP! Alfred's low moan made white fire run deliciously down Arthur's spine. He repeated the action severa times over, watching the skin of the American's pert round ass turn a lovely shade of violent red. Certainly there would be sores fore days to come. The thought made the Briton drop the paddle with a hum of decisiveness and drop to his knees behind the other nation. Alfred keened when the paddling stopped, protesting as he strained to look down at Arthur, "What're you do- Ah!"
Gorgeous [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 10:06:48 UTC
Woops, bit of inconsistency. Alfred was supposed to have his hands behind his back rather than on his lap before Arthur finished off the first time. ------
A tongue sliding over the swollen globe of his left buttock silenced him, warm saliva quickly cooling over the hot flesh in the cool air of the cellar. Arthur's nose pressed against the sensitive flesh, drawing first a whine from Alfred, then a throaty moan as his tongue delved into the cleft of his buttocks, trailing down until the tip of the moist organ was circling the taught ring of muscles that the American so desperately then wished to be penetrated.
"Please! I- I need to-" The American rolled his hips against the wood of the cross, the head of his erection just barely brushing against one of the silver studs that decorated the black wood. He was so, so close, but the ring prevented his release, almost to the point of pain which, of course, only aroused him further. When Arthur broke through the tight ring of muscle and began tonguing him, Alfred nearly sobbed and was - for the moment - quite thankful for the cross that kept him standing despite his trembling legs.
After a brief minute of that sinfully moist, hot tongue writing and stroking Alfred's insides, Arthur pulled away purring, "Say it again, tell me what you need, and I will take you down and take the ring off."
Trembling, his stubborn will crumbled to fine grains of dust, the American ground his erection hard against the cross as he moaning desperately, far out of the facade that he wore by day, "Daddy, I need you! Oh, please fuck me~"
Those seemed to be the magic words Arthur was looking for, as in the next instant, the cuffs around Alfred's ankles and wrists were unfastened and the younger nation was falling to his knees on the cellar floor. Panting, desperate for his release, the American reached for the cock ring binding his straining erection, but found his hands slapped away as Arthur used the heel of his foot to push him onto his hands. Kneeling behind Alfred, Arthur hummed as he draped himself over the other's back, rubbing his erection in the cleft of the younger man's ass, teasing as he whispered, "Ah ah. I thought you wanted me to fuck you, first?"
Without waiting for a response, the Englishman positioned himself at the American's entrance, rolling his hips and pushing the head of his returned erection past the unstretched ring of muscle. A startled, strangled choke escaped Alfred as he struggled against the pain of dry entry, head drooped and hands clenched into fists as he waited for the Brit to fully sheath himself in him. The pain in his ass intensified as the older nation began to thrust without preamble, shocks of it shooting up Alfred's back and coiling up deliciously in his groin. He felt near to bursting by the time Arthur settled on a steady rythm and finally released the ring around his cock.
Gasping as blood flowed to his aching need, coupling with the pleasure that had slowly begun to replace the pain of rough sex, Alfred's arms gave way and he found himself being thrust harshly against the cold cement floor. Pillowing his head on one arm, the American grasped his weeping erection in the other hand, stroking once, twice, then three times before at last pleasure won over him. The waves of his orgasm rolled through him voilently, reducing him to mere twitches and trembles as at long last he reached completion.
Arthur followed shortly after, grip tight on the younger nation's hips as Alfred's name fell from his lips in a much-pleased sigh.
Falling into a pile of sweaty limbs, Arthur being sure to be careful of the welts forming on Alfred's back and rear, the American decided that if this was what resulted of kidnapping the British nation, he would have to do it far more often.
Though next time, he figured, it would be best to leave out the cock ring.
Re: Gorgeous [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 15:42:18 UTC
The entire fic was pure and utter hotness and I loved how you wrote them! One small thing that really took me out of the mind melting hotness was that Arthur took him "dry". That, I mean, there's no way you can be taken dry and without prep without seriously tearing up the person receiving, not just nice pain but bad pain. Other than that the fic was amazing and I really enjoyed it!
Re: Gorgeous [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 19:13:56 UTC
author!anon here;
I actually have to agree with you. Normally I prefer not to write 'dry' scenes as I'm aware the pain they actually do cause (unpleasant stuff, I can understand, yeowch), but it was about 3 am when I was finishing writing this...and my sleepy mind is apparently apt at deciding 'hey, lets add this in!'
Sorry for the discomfort, I'll do my best to keep an eye on my sleepy brain if I'm ever writing that late again. *gives a box o' chocolates* Thanks for reading and giving me that concrit! It was much appreciated. =)
Re: Gorgeous [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 13 2010, 17:51:45 UTC
ARUGH. GUH. SO. FRIGGING. HOT. *rereads to remember every single damn detail in the fic*
Seriously, I loved this fill. And the characterisations are spot on. <3 I don't think I've read a hotter and more well-written BDSM fill, and it gave me so many kinks that I didn't know I had/liked. *cough*daddykink*cough*
Though, if you don't mind, I'd like to make the suggestion that perhaps you could makes some changes to the dry penetration part if you de-anon someday (please, please do. I want to read your other fics so much). It was the only thing that threw me off and momentarily pulled me out of this smooth-reading and well-written fic. I know that you know how much tissue damage there will be, so I'm just making the suggestion that maybe the change will make the fic even more believable for fans who like to imagine them at it. ^_~
Re: Gorgeous [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 30 2010, 09:39:08 UTC
I would marry you if i could. *_* THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL...i usually don't care for the 'daddy' complex..but when it's with England and America it's just suuuuuper sexy <3<3<3 Your like SANTA! Blessing people with this oh so delicious story ;)
Author!Anon comes to collect souls and children!
anonymous
April 2 2010, 22:39:24 UTC
*jots this down* Alrighty then, I'll be back next tuesday to steal your soul through marriage, and I also believe someone (or a few people) promised me their first-born children. This week just keeps getting better!
"Alfred." The American glanced up as his name was moaned, hands obediently fisted on his thighs, white with the effort of not allowing them to wander. "Be a good boy and drink up all of daddy's milk, aye?"
Suddenly the warmth in his gut blossomed ten-fold and he was grinding into Alfred's face in irratic jerks. Semen spilled across the American's tongue, bitter and viscous, flooding the cavern of his mouth until it would hold no more, spilling out of the corners of his mouth and seeping down his chin and neck. When at last the last of his orgasm left him, Arthur pulled away, wiping his flaccid penis across Alfred's cheek, effectively 'marking' him. Seeing the other's shock, the Englishman smirked and patted the younger man's head.
"What a good boy you are, Alfred. I think I might be willing to take that ring off you, soon."
"Arthur, please -"
"Oh no, lad, do not call me Arthur. Good boy's do not call their daddies by their first name."
"..."
An exaggerated sigh of suffering escaped the British nation, and then - "Mulish as always, are we? Well, we will just have to fix that problem."
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"Say it."
Wrists straining against wide metal cuffs, none too comforted by the slight padding inside, he arched away from the flat play piece skimming smoothly over the round of his buttocks.
"N-nnngh..."
"What was that?"
A threatening pat against bare skin, not yet hard enough to cause pain, but just ample enough to leave a slight ache.
"N-no!"
"Tsk, always such a stubborn lad. No matter how many times I spanked you-" Arthur's hand jerked back, then flew forward as the wooden hand-paddle he was holding connected hard with Alfred's ass. WHAP! "- you simply never learned, always going back to your trouble-making the moment I let you off my knee." WHAP! "Come to think of it, now, sometimes I wondered if you were doing it on purpose." WHAP!
"Did you like it, Alfred? Did that pain arouse you?"
The American braced himself for the next (wonderful, painfully arousing) strike to come, but was left with only the searing sting in his ass from the prior blows. Struggling to glance over his shoulder from his cuffed, spread-eagle and pants-less position on the Saint Andrew's Cross, Alfred spotted Arthur examining the paddle he held, weighing it in his palms as he turned his gaze to the younger nation.
"If such is the case, this can hardly be counted as punishment. Perhaps I should just put this away-"
"P-please!"
Arthur froze, studying Alfred with half-lidded eyes and a sinfully devious smirk. "What was that, my boy?"
"Please, Arthur! Please hit me again!"
"Ah, ah, what did I say about calling me that?"
The American nation mumbled something low and inaudible against the wall behind the cross. Arthur's smirk widened as he teasingly ran the haft of the paddle between the cheeks of Alfred's ass, pressing the pointed end firmly against the younger man's anus. "What was that? I could not hear you. Speak up."
"P-please...Daddy. Daddy, please hit me again! Hit me harder!"
"Mm, that's a good boy." WHAP! Alfred's low moan made white fire run deliciously down Arthur's spine. He repeated the action severa times over, watching the skin of the American's pert round ass turn a lovely shade of violent red. Certainly there would be sores fore days to come. The thought made the Briton drop the paddle with a hum of decisiveness and drop to his knees behind the other nation. Alfred keened when the paddling stopped, protesting as he strained to look down at Arthur, "What're you do- Ah!"
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A tongue sliding over the swollen globe of his left buttock silenced him, warm saliva quickly cooling over the hot flesh in the cool air of the cellar. Arthur's nose pressed against the sensitive flesh, drawing first a whine from Alfred, then a throaty moan as his tongue delved into the cleft of his buttocks, trailing down until the tip of the moist organ was circling the taught ring of muscles that the American so desperately then wished to be penetrated.
"Please! I- I need to-" The American rolled his hips against the wood of the cross, the head of his erection just barely brushing against one of the silver studs that decorated the black wood. He was so, so close, but the ring prevented his release, almost to the point of pain which, of course, only aroused him further. When Arthur broke through the tight ring of muscle and began tonguing him, Alfred nearly sobbed and was - for the moment - quite thankful for the cross that kept him standing despite his trembling legs.
After a brief minute of that sinfully moist, hot tongue writing and stroking Alfred's insides, Arthur pulled away purring, "Say it again, tell me what you need, and I will take you down and take the ring off."
Trembling, his stubborn will crumbled to fine grains of dust, the American ground his erection hard against the cross as he moaning desperately, far out of the facade that he wore by day, "Daddy, I need you! Oh, please fuck me~"
Those seemed to be the magic words Arthur was looking for, as in the next instant, the cuffs around Alfred's ankles and wrists were unfastened and the younger nation was falling to his knees on the cellar floor. Panting, desperate for his release, the American reached for the cock ring binding his straining erection, but found his hands slapped away as Arthur used the heel of his foot to push him onto his hands. Kneeling behind Alfred, Arthur hummed as he draped himself over the other's back, rubbing his erection in the cleft of the younger man's ass, teasing as he whispered, "Ah ah. I thought you wanted me to fuck you, first?"
Without waiting for a response, the Englishman positioned himself at the American's entrance, rolling his hips and pushing the head of his returned erection past the unstretched ring of muscle. A startled, strangled choke escaped Alfred as he struggled against the pain of dry entry, head drooped and hands clenched into fists as he waited for the Brit to fully sheath himself in him. The pain in his ass intensified as the older nation began to thrust without preamble, shocks of it shooting up Alfred's back and coiling up deliciously in his groin. He felt near to bursting by the time Arthur settled on a steady rythm and finally released the ring around his cock.
Gasping as blood flowed to his aching need, coupling with the pleasure that had slowly begun to replace the pain of rough sex, Alfred's arms gave way and he found himself being thrust harshly against the cold cement floor. Pillowing his head on one arm, the American grasped his weeping erection in the other hand, stroking once, twice, then three times before at last pleasure won over him. The waves of his orgasm rolled through him voilently, reducing him to mere twitches and trembles as at long last he reached completion.
Arthur followed shortly after, grip tight on the younger nation's hips as Alfred's name fell from his lips in a much-pleased sigh.
Falling into a pile of sweaty limbs, Arthur being sure to be careful of the welts forming on Alfred's back and rear, the American decided that if this was what resulted of kidnapping the British nation, he would have to do it far more often.
Though next time, he figured, it would be best to leave out the cock ring.
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This. Was. Hot.
How hot?
I squirmed in my seat. And I don't even like bondage. Dominant England and the whole tables being turned on America thing is just.... nggh.
I enjoyed reading this. Thank you.
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I actually have to agree with you. Normally I prefer not to write 'dry' scenes as I'm aware the pain they actually do cause (unpleasant stuff, I can understand, yeowch), but it was about 3 am when I was finishing writing this...and my sleepy mind is apparently apt at deciding 'hey, lets add this in!'
Sorry for the discomfort, I'll do my best to keep an eye on my sleepy brain if I'm ever writing that late again. *gives a box o' chocolates* Thanks for reading and giving me that concrit! It was much appreciated. =)
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Seriously, I loved this fill. And the characterisations are spot on. <3 I don't think I've read a hotter and more well-written BDSM fill, and it gave me so many kinks that I didn't know I had/liked. *cough*daddykink*cough*
Though, if you don't mind, I'd like to make the suggestion that perhaps you could makes some changes to the dry penetration part if you de-anon someday (please, please do. I want to read your other fics so much). It was the only thing that threw me off and momentarily pulled me out of this smooth-reading and well-written fic. I know that you know how much tissue damage there will be, so I'm just making the suggestion that maybe the change will make the fic even more believable for fans who like to imagine them at it. ^_~
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And that Alfred caved not because of the prospect of more spanking but no spanking... asdgflkj; I didn't even like spanking before this.
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THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL...i usually don't care for the 'daddy' complex..but when it's with England and America it's just suuuuuper sexy <3<3<3
Your like SANTA! Blessing people with this oh so delicious story ;)
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Alrighty then, I'll be back next tuesday to steal your soul through marriage, and I also believe someone (or a few people) promised me their first-born children. This week just keeps getting better!
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-dies-
also I do suggest listening to "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps
it makes it even more delicous to read
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