If It Fits, Add More! [3/?]
anonymous
June 21 2010, 19:56:01 UTC
“Don’t you think he can just break that though?”
“Well yeah, but he won’t. It holds too much sentimental attachment, ya know? He’d never do anything to hurt his scarf.”
“What about the knots?”
“Scouts honor! He won’t be able to get out of them. I’ve had lots of practice with knots if you remember.”
“Sh-shut up Al.”
Ivan groaned, whoever was speaking was making his headache. He squeezed his eyes trying to dissipate the voices rattling against the walls of his eardrums.
“He’s waking up.”
“Sweet lets get started then!”
The first voice seemed timid, soft like a breathe in the forest. Difficult to hear, but easily felt when you turn to see the giant brown bear breathing against your skin before it clenches down and shatters your vertebrae into thousands of calcium laden shards that spear into your spinal cord causing your body to fall numb into the welcoming embrace of the furry beast enjoying a nice late afternoon snack consisting of femur and a side of patella.
The other voice, a little less shy and with fewer promises of hidden pain. It was more like an obnoxious teeny bopper running around the mall looking for all the good sales, before getting into a fight with a larger grandmother over some scarf in the discount bins and causing a ruckus in her overly shrill voice with the elder women until finally both ladies and the 14 grandchildren are banded from the store, to which the underdeveloped teen will continue screeching in her God given voice to all her nasty, pimply friend about grandmothers.
“Hey Russia, you awake yet?” The teenybopper questioned.
Ivan opened his eyes to a wooden headboard with a familiar strip of white fabric leading from it to his wrists. He shifted and tried to turn to look at his captors, but a hand on the back of his neck forced his face into the sheets. “I am, though I am curious what has warranted your… hospitality.” Ivan was fairly certain that he was not in the same state that he arrived in. He shifted slightly, yes that was diffidently his pants on the floor to the side of the bed.
“We saw the funniest thing on tv the other day.” America loomed over Russia.
“It interrupted out hockey game!” Canada spoke up from the foot of the bed. It sounded like he was breathing slightly heavier than normal.
America nodded, though Russia could not see it, “So it got us wondering…”
“Ivan? What fits in Russia?” Canada asked.
“What?” Russia asked flatly, irritation colored his voice. What were these foolish children talking about?
“C’mon. Everyone knows about ‘Mother Russia’s vast size.’“ America ran his hand down from Russia’s neck over his back along his spine and stopped over Ivan’s buttock, “But what fits in Russia?”
Re: If It Fits, Add More! [3/?]
anonymous
June 22 2010, 01:55:56 UTC
There...there is something so incredibly awesome about this line:
The first voice seemed timid, soft like a breathe in the forest. Difficult to hear, but easily felt when you turn to see the giant brown bear breathing against your skin before it clenches down and shatters your vertebrae into thousands of calcium laden shards that spear into your spinal cord causing your body to fall numb into the welcoming embrace of the furry beast enjoying a nice late afternoon snack consisting of femur and a side of patella.
If It Fits, Add More! [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 04:19:33 UTC
So that is the game the little ones wanted to play. It would certainly be interesting. “You think that you can fill Mother Russia? It is a laughable concept. Russia is much too big for two, tiny, little nations.”
Canada’s face suddenly appeared in the space between the wall and Russia’s own, “I am almost as big as you, eh.” His lower lip jutted out the tiniest bit and it would have been perfect for sucking, or biting depending on the aggressor’s preference. Sadly Russia wasn’t really in a position to do either of those things, and any comment he would have made was cut of by the other brother.
“It’s true, you only have like a half inch over Mattie in girth and three quarters in length. We measured.” Alfred sounded almost smug about it. The words sprung images of America pushing up thick, black-rimmed glasses up his nose as he nearly stuffed it into Russia’s and Canada’s crotches. A foldable ruler, for on the go convenience, appearing from between the flaps of the pocket protector, guarding his white button down shirt from the threat of exploding pens, and lining up to each of their penises before disappearing back into that pocket. A pen and notepad appearing in his hands as he scrawled down the carefully collected data.
The image brought a soft rumbling to Russia’s chest and confused stares from the brothers.
“Hey what’s so funny?” America prodded.
Mirth glistened Russia’s voice, as unfazed by the situation as he could be, “And how little is Alfred?”
“13 cm. Erect.” Canada offered helpfully, standing from his squat.
“Aw c’mon! I was at least 8 inches!”
“Al, the only way you would be that big is if you got an extension.”
“Pshh, like I need one. I’m awesome enough by myself.”
“Is that why the catalog was bookmarked?”
“I-I just thought you might like one!”
Canada clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. It was just too amusing. The brothers were arguing about penis size like a collection of schoolboys standing around the locker room waiting for an empty shower. Russia usually would have just told them to drop their pants and show it, but that seemed ill advised in this situation. 1.) Because he was fairly certain no one in the room had been wearing anything, pants included, for a while now, and 2.) Drawing attention to himself really did not seem the best way to get out of this situation un-sodomized. Of course given the option, Ivan would not have minded having one or both of the brothers tied up for his own pleasure, actually that was rather appealing. He should work on that… but first, getting out of this binding. Ivan observed the knot keeping his hands bound, it was not one he was familiar with, but it should not be that hard to pick apart.
Suddenly it was much too quiet. The bickering above him had stopped at some point.
“We’ll look for a fucking machine later, right now research!” America’s hand left Russia’s ass and the rustling of plastic was followed by a quiet “found it.” “Wanna get him ready bro?”
Russia assumed a nod and an exchange occurred over him. The bed shifted from the right, dipping under added weight, “Move your legs up.” The soft voice ordered him, and then an arm wrapped around his waist lifting his hips. Two hands pushed his thighs forward, before he was released to his new position, prostrated to a sex god sitting on the headboard and ass bared to two behind him.
“Dat ass,” America snickered. He swung his hand, filling the room with a pleasing slapping sound as it hit. Russia glared over his shoulder, but only received a waggling eyebrow and a squeeze, before America was back over at the plastic bag on the floor.
Re: If It Fits, Add More! [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 04:26:34 UTC
I actually interrupted by own reading to say that this is the most hilarious thought process ever: and 2.) Drawing attention to himself really did not seem the best way to get out of this situation un-sodomized. I mean, the situation would be horrifying in real life, but the wording is just-- I can't stop laughing, I don't even know. XD
Re: If It Fits, Add More! [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 06:40:44 UTC
North Americans comparing sizes lol
>>Ivan would not have minded having one or both of the brothers tied up for his own pleasure, actually that was rather appealing. He should work on that… but first, getting out of this binding.
Re: If It Fits, Add More! [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2010, 12:13:20 UTC
Dat ass, indeed *snickers*
Ok, your Russia is awesome, playing into the gameXD. He wants to top, and he's gonna get thoroughly filled instead. Delicious ~~ American bros arguing abotu sizes, and Canada being bigger, fuck yes. Also, America is having way too much fun, slapping Russia's ass and all that...can't wait for more ;)
If It Fits, Add More! [5/?]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 02:28:48 UTC
Anon just wanted to thank everyone for the comments. They are what makes this so much fun to write. And now!!! Onto the porn!
Matthew wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t amused by Alfred’s antics, but he wasn’t going to openly admit it either. Instead he popped the cap of the KY and dripped it on to his fingers, watching it glide down from the tip over his knuckles. The pads of his fingers caught it before it fell too far and smeared it up over the callused skin. Setting the bottle on the bed, he spreads Russia’s cheeks, “Ready?” He asked rubbing against the pink ring.
“Hell yeah.” Alfred muttered returning to the bed with the handful of tools they had decided on.
“I know you are.” Matthew pushed his first finger in without waiting for the proper response, and Russia swallowed him up so easily. Maybe Russia really could hold as much as claimed. Pushing forward, Canada tested the theory, letting Russia eat up more of his fingers.
Alfred was watching over his shoulder, whistling as Matthew’s fingers disappear inside Russia. “Look at all Mother Russia can hold.” Alfred mocked in a crappy imitation of a Russian accent, “I doubt you even need to stretch him to fit all this in.” Alfred climbed onto the bed next to him and laid out their selection, organizing by size, shape, and color.
“We probably could, but it is better to do it this way. I can feel him twitching all around my fingers.” Matthew pulled them out and showed Russia’s entrance to Alfred, “See?”
Russia was visibly twitching. Every few seconds, the pink ring would pucker like it was ready to receive a kiss from a lover, or a cock…
They watched the little circle blow kisses at them for a few more seconds before Alfred got an idea, “Hey! I’ve got an idea! Put your fingers back in.” Alfred picked up the bottle of discarded lube, “Here, you’ll need a bit more.” He squeezed it over Matthew’s fingers before coating his own.
Matthew did as instructed, letting Ivan kiss at his tips before pushing them back in, it seemed easier each time. “Go ahead and spread them.” Alfred placed his own over Mattie’s and started pushing in, a total of four digits coming to rest inside Russia.
Alfred giggled beside him, “You were totally right Mattie, it keeps twitching. I bet it wants more. Jeeze Russia, you call me the glutton, but you’re soooo hungry back here.” Alfred pulled his fingers out and jabbed them back in.
Russia bit his lip through the whole ordeal. He was not going to satisfy the brothers by responding to their taunts nor making them think he was enjoying their treatment. So he kept his silence, as his insides were abused by probing fingers, pushing in and out and in again, groping at him from the inside. It was not that he had not experienced this before. But it had been a long time, long enough to be uncomfortable when he felt another finger pushing in between the others.
More comments about how he was a glutton, how greedy he was, were laughed behind him. The grip strangling the sheets between his fingers was not just the result of having five, little piggies squirming around in his backend pen.
He needed to make a decision. Try and break free, the possibility looking slim and would result in damage to either his scarf (not an option) or fail considering the two nations he would be up against. Not that he was not confident in his strength, he could have easily taken on either of them, but simultaneously was a different set of conditions. So his other option was to knee and take it and plan his revenge later. It was not an appealing option, but the success rate and gratification would be significantly higher. Option two then.
Russia clenched down on the intruding digits. He would have to plan something extra special for them, not the usual lead pipe to the head bit either-
Fuck. That felt good.
“I think we found it Al.”
“About time!” Three of the piggies squealing in his bum were removed. “You wanna keep playing with that while I get these ready?”
If It Fits, Add More! [6/?]
anonymous
July 8 2010, 01:39:27 UTC
“You’re going to start with that?”
“Well yeah. Why? What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I just though maybe a plug would be better.”
“You just like that cause it vibrates.”
“No! I just thought we were going to start with the smallest thing and work our way up.”
“Yeah well look,” glass clinked against glass, “See it starts off small and then they get bigger. That’s the idea, right?”
“I guess, it’s just... Beads? I thought we were trying to figure out how much fits in him, not have a kinky night out or something…”
“I dunno - pass me the lube - I think trying to figure out how much fits into him kinda kinky.”
Russia groaned, and not from the fingers still... fingering him. But what type of conversation were the brothers having? It sounded so casual that they might have had a similar one everyday. Honestly, what happened to plain, vanilla sex? It would be much simpler to just fuck him for a bit, cum and then be done. But instead it is “Let’s see how much can fit in Russia.” He might be appreciating the pleasant stimulation tickling his prostate at the moment, but this was starting to take a while.
Well, he could start planning his revenge at least. So he would need to pick a location, his house seemed ideal, being his most comfortable environment. But how to get the brothers there? Should he extract his revenge one at a tim- ohh…ah. Probably not. It would give one time to warn the other. Da. He would need to bring both of them to his hom- mmm… Now how to lure one mildly intelligent and one stupid brother to his house. Perhaps kidnapping the smarter one and leaving a ransom note for the other? That would probably work, considering America would most likely just run blindly to him. Hngh… O-okay. So how to get the first brother?
“Okay where’s that note pad and pen?” The remaining digits slipped from him with a smacking sound that elicited giggles from the younger and clearly the more mature twin, causing more of the so-called kissing comments, while the other searched for the requested item.
“Here it is.”
“Okay, so write, ‘What Fits in Russia.’ We’ll make a list. So far we’ve got 5 fingers.”
The soft scraping of ballpoint against recycled tree corpses was followed by a soft “Alright.”
“Now, glass beads. There’s one.” Slick glass pressed against his hole, and slipped into with almost no force. Ivan groaned, maybe he was as greedy as a capitalist pig after all?
“Ready for two, sweet cheeks?” A callused hand massaged his butt, like a person might stroke the head of a kitten, a gentle, repetitive action that was soothing in caused a soft purring, except he did not purr. His chest did not rumble as another piece of cooled glass pushed in easily like a grand hero welcomed through the gates of his hometown, ushered in without pause. Nothing like that…
“There about the same size, Alfred. You could probably do them two at a time.”
“Ya think? Okay then.”
Ivan stiffened as two more of the glass spheres slid into him. They were bigger; they felt so much bigger and caught in his muscle, but Alfred’s gentle persuasion popped them through easily. It was awkward, foreign and inorganic. It felt unnatural to have the small objects shifting around between his walls, and despite Ivan’s attempts he could neither remove them nor settle them into a comfortable position.
When plastic probed at his entrance, Ivan felt his skin shudder at the unexpected contact.
“That’s four but it doesn’t seem like there is any noticeable changes.”
“You wanna try something else?”
“Yeah.”
The plastic withdrew and there was a tug on the four glass circles inside of him. Could they just not leave them be? The tugging forced them to line up in him, and upset the comfort he was trying to achieve.
Instead of heeding his silent wishes, they pushed at the opposite end of the little gateway, and the first came out as naturally as it should. But the others were forced to stop and keep their place. Ivan groaned at the unnaturalness of it all, he tried to expel the things from him, but was forced to go at the pace set by the finger in the loop of the other end.
“Well yeah, but he won’t. It holds too much sentimental attachment, ya know? He’d never do anything to hurt his scarf.”
“What about the knots?”
“Scouts honor! He won’t be able to get out of them. I’ve had lots of practice with knots if you remember.”
“Sh-shut up Al.”
Ivan groaned, whoever was speaking was making his headache. He squeezed his eyes trying to dissipate the voices rattling against the walls of his eardrums.
“He’s waking up.”
“Sweet lets get started then!”
The first voice seemed timid, soft like a breathe in the forest. Difficult to hear, but easily felt when you turn to see the giant brown bear breathing against your skin before it clenches down and shatters your vertebrae into thousands of calcium laden shards that spear into your spinal cord causing your body to fall numb into the welcoming embrace of the furry beast enjoying a nice late afternoon snack consisting of femur and a side of patella.
The other voice, a little less shy and with fewer promises of hidden pain. It was more like an obnoxious teeny bopper running around the mall looking for all the good sales, before getting into a fight with a larger grandmother over some scarf in the discount bins and causing a ruckus in her overly shrill voice with the elder women until finally both ladies and the 14 grandchildren are banded from the store, to which the underdeveloped teen will continue screeching in her God given voice to all her nasty, pimply friend about grandmothers.
“Hey Russia, you awake yet?” The teenybopper questioned.
Ivan opened his eyes to a wooden headboard with a familiar strip of white fabric leading from it to his wrists. He shifted and tried to turn to look at his captors, but a hand on the back of his neck forced his face into the sheets. “I am, though I am curious what has warranted your… hospitality.” Ivan was fairly certain that he was not in the same state that he arrived in. He shifted slightly, yes that was diffidently his pants on the floor to the side of the bed.
“We saw the funniest thing on tv the other day.” America loomed over Russia.
“It interrupted out hockey game!” Canada spoke up from the foot of the bed. It sounded like he was breathing slightly heavier than normal.
America nodded, though Russia could not see it, “So it got us wondering…”
“Ivan? What fits in Russia?” Canada asked.
“What?” Russia asked flatly, irritation colored his voice. What were these foolish children talking about?
“C’mon. Everyone knows about ‘Mother Russia’s vast size.’“ America ran his hand down from Russia’s neck over his back along his spine and stopped over Ivan’s buttock, “But what fits in Russia?”
“Or rather how much?” Canada’s voice was closer.
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ReCaptcha: kenneled committee; ..... ^ ^;;
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The first voice seemed timid, soft like a breathe in the forest. Difficult to hear, but easily felt when you turn to see the giant brown bear breathing against your skin before it clenches down and shatters your vertebrae into thousands of calcium laden shards that spear into your spinal cord causing your body to fall numb into the welcoming embrace of the furry beast enjoying a nice late afternoon snack consisting of femur and a side of patella.
ILU AUTHORNON.
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Extended metaphors are good in moderation.
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Canada’s face suddenly appeared in the space between the wall and Russia’s own, “I am almost as big as you, eh.” His lower lip jutted out the tiniest bit and it would have been perfect for sucking, or biting depending on the aggressor’s preference. Sadly Russia wasn’t really in a position to do either of those things, and any comment he would have made was cut of by the other brother.
“It’s true, you only have like a half inch over Mattie in girth and three quarters in length. We measured.” Alfred sounded almost smug about it. The words sprung images of America pushing up thick, black-rimmed glasses up his nose as he nearly stuffed it into Russia’s and Canada’s crotches. A foldable ruler, for on the go convenience, appearing from between the flaps of the pocket protector, guarding his white button down shirt from the threat of exploding pens, and lining up to each of their penises before disappearing back into that pocket. A pen and notepad appearing in his hands as he scrawled down the carefully collected data.
The image brought a soft rumbling to Russia’s chest and confused stares from the brothers.
“Hey what’s so funny?” America prodded.
Mirth glistened Russia’s voice, as unfazed by the situation as he could be, “And how little is Alfred?”
“13 cm. Erect.” Canada offered helpfully, standing from his squat.
“Aw c’mon! I was at least 8 inches!”
“Al, the only way you would be that big is if you got an extension.”
“Pshh, like I need one. I’m awesome enough by myself.”
“Is that why the catalog was bookmarked?”
“I-I just thought you might like one!”
Canada clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. It was just too amusing. The brothers were arguing about penis size like a collection of schoolboys standing around the locker room waiting for an empty shower. Russia usually would have just told them to drop their pants and show it, but that seemed ill advised in this situation. 1.) Because he was fairly certain no one in the room had been wearing anything, pants included, for a while now, and 2.) Drawing attention to himself really did not seem the best way to get out of this situation un-sodomized. Of course given the option, Ivan would not have minded having one or both of the brothers tied up for his own pleasure, actually that was rather appealing. He should work on that… but first, getting out of this binding. Ivan observed the knot keeping his hands bound, it was not one he was familiar with, but it should not be that hard to pick apart.
Suddenly it was much too quiet. The bickering above him had stopped at some point.
“We’ll look for a fucking machine later, right now research!” America’s hand left Russia’s ass and the rustling of plastic was followed by a quiet “found it.” “Wanna get him ready bro?”
Russia assumed a nod and an exchange occurred over him. The bed shifted from the right, dipping under added weight, “Move your legs up.” The soft voice ordered him, and then an arm wrapped around his waist lifting his hips. Two hands pushed his thighs forward, before he was released to his new position, prostrated to a sex god sitting on the headboard and ass bared to two behind him.
“Dat ass,” America snickered. He swung his hand, filling the room with a pleasing slapping sound as it hit. Russia glared over his shoulder, but only received a waggling eyebrow and a squeeze, before America was back over at the plastic bag on the floor.
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>>Ivan would not have minded having one or both of the brothers tied up for his own pleasure, actually that was rather appealing. He should work on that… but first, getting out of this binding.
Oh jebus the image!!! WE NEED A REVENGE FIC!!!
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recaptcha says "successful scarring" that might be the inspiration. =D
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Ok, your Russia is awesome, playing into the gameXD. He wants to top, and he's gonna get thoroughly filled instead. Delicious ~~
American bros arguing abotu sizes, and Canada being bigger, fuck yes.
Also, America is having way too much fun, slapping Russia's ass and all that...can't wait for more ;)
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Matthew wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t amused by Alfred’s antics, but he wasn’t going to openly admit it either. Instead he popped the cap of the KY and dripped it on to his fingers, watching it glide down from the tip over his knuckles. The pads of his fingers caught it before it fell too far and smeared it up over the callused skin. Setting the bottle on the bed, he spreads Russia’s cheeks, “Ready?” He asked rubbing against the pink ring.
“Hell yeah.” Alfred muttered returning to the bed with the handful of tools they had decided on.
“I know you are.” Matthew pushed his first finger in without waiting for the proper response, and Russia swallowed him up so easily. Maybe Russia really could hold as much as claimed. Pushing forward, Canada tested the theory, letting Russia eat up more of his fingers.
Alfred was watching over his shoulder, whistling as Matthew’s fingers disappear inside Russia. “Look at all Mother Russia can hold.” Alfred mocked in a crappy imitation of a Russian accent, “I doubt you even need to stretch him to fit all this in.” Alfred climbed onto the bed next to him and laid out their selection, organizing by size, shape, and color.
“We probably could, but it is better to do it this way. I can feel him twitching all around my fingers.” Matthew pulled them out and showed Russia’s entrance to Alfred, “See?”
Russia was visibly twitching. Every few seconds, the pink ring would pucker like it was ready to receive a kiss from a lover, or a cock…
They watched the little circle blow kisses at them for a few more seconds before Alfred got an idea, “Hey! I’ve got an idea! Put your fingers back in.” Alfred picked up the bottle of discarded lube, “Here, you’ll need a bit more.” He squeezed it over Matthew’s fingers before coating his own.
Matthew did as instructed, letting Ivan kiss at his tips before pushing them back in, it seemed easier each time. “Go ahead and spread them.” Alfred placed his own over Mattie’s and started pushing in, a total of four digits coming to rest inside Russia.
Alfred giggled beside him, “You were totally right Mattie, it keeps twitching. I bet it wants more. Jeeze Russia, you call me the glutton, but you’re soooo hungry back here.” Alfred pulled his fingers out and jabbed them back in.
Russia bit his lip through the whole ordeal. He was not going to satisfy the brothers by responding to their taunts nor making them think he was enjoying their treatment. So he kept his silence, as his insides were abused by probing fingers, pushing in and out and in again, groping at him from the inside. It was not that he had not experienced this before. But it had been a long time, long enough to be uncomfortable when he felt another finger pushing in between the others.
More comments about how he was a glutton, how greedy he was, were laughed behind him. The grip strangling the sheets between his fingers was not just the result of having five, little piggies squirming around in his backend pen.
He needed to make a decision. Try and break free, the possibility looking slim and would result in damage to either his scarf (not an option) or fail considering the two nations he would be up against. Not that he was not confident in his strength, he could have easily taken on either of them, but simultaneously was a different set of conditions. So his other option was to knee and take it and plan his revenge later. It was not an appealing option, but the success rate and gratification would be significantly higher. Option two then.
Russia clenched down on the intruding digits. He would have to plan something extra special for them, not the usual lead pipe to the head bit either-
Fuck. That felt good.
“I think we found it Al.”
“About time!” Three of the piggies squealing in his bum were removed. “You wanna keep playing with that while I get these ready?”
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“Well yeah. Why? What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I just though maybe a plug would be better.”
“You just like that cause it vibrates.”
“No! I just thought we were going to start with the smallest thing and work our way up.”
“Yeah well look,” glass clinked against glass, “See it starts off small and then they get bigger. That’s the idea, right?”
“I guess, it’s just... Beads? I thought we were trying to figure out how much fits in him, not have a kinky night out or something…”
“I dunno - pass me the lube - I think trying to figure out how much fits into him kinda kinky.”
Russia groaned, and not from the fingers still... fingering him. But what type of conversation were the brothers having? It sounded so casual that they might have had a similar one everyday. Honestly, what happened to plain, vanilla sex? It would be much simpler to just fuck him for a bit, cum and then be done. But instead it is “Let’s see how much can fit in Russia.” He might be appreciating the pleasant stimulation tickling his prostate at the moment, but this was starting to take a while.
Well, he could start planning his revenge at least. So he would need to pick a location, his house seemed ideal, being his most comfortable environment. But how to get the brothers there? Should he extract his revenge one at a tim- ohh…ah. Probably not. It would give one time to warn the other. Da. He would need to bring both of them to his hom- mmm… Now how to lure one mildly intelligent and one stupid brother to his house. Perhaps kidnapping the smarter one and leaving a ransom note for the other? That would probably work, considering America would most likely just run blindly to him. Hngh… O-okay. So how to get the first brother?
“Okay where’s that note pad and pen?” The remaining digits slipped from him with a smacking sound that elicited giggles from the younger and clearly the more mature twin, causing more of the so-called kissing comments, while the other searched for the requested item.
“Here it is.”
“Okay, so write, ‘What Fits in Russia.’ We’ll make a list. So far we’ve got 5 fingers.”
The soft scraping of ballpoint against recycled tree corpses was followed by a soft “Alright.”
“Now, glass beads. There’s one.” Slick glass pressed against his hole, and slipped into with almost no force. Ivan groaned, maybe he was as greedy as a capitalist pig after all?
“Ready for two, sweet cheeks?” A callused hand massaged his butt, like a person might stroke the head of a kitten, a gentle, repetitive action that was soothing in caused a soft purring, except he did not purr. His chest did not rumble as another piece of cooled glass pushed in easily like a grand hero welcomed through the gates of his hometown, ushered in without pause. Nothing like that…
“There about the same size, Alfred. You could probably do them two at a time.”
“Ya think? Okay then.”
Ivan stiffened as two more of the glass spheres slid into him. They were bigger; they felt so much bigger and caught in his muscle, but Alfred’s gentle persuasion popped them through easily. It was awkward, foreign and inorganic. It felt unnatural to have the small objects shifting around between his walls, and despite Ivan’s attempts he could neither remove them nor settle them into a comfortable position.
When plastic probed at his entrance, Ivan felt his skin shudder at the unexpected contact.
“That’s four but it doesn’t seem like there is any noticeable changes.”
“You wanna try something else?”
“Yeah.”
The plastic withdrew and there was a tug on the four glass circles inside of him. Could they just not leave them be? The tugging forced them to line up in him, and upset the comfort he was trying to achieve.
Instead of heeding his silent wishes, they pushed at the opposite end of the little gateway, and the first came out as naturally as it should. But the others were forced to stop and keep their place. Ivan groaned at the unnaturalness of it all, he tried to expel the things from him, but was forced to go at the pace set by the finger in the loop of the other end.
“So we’ve got 1-” pop! “2,” pop! “3,” pop! “4 glass beads. Got that Mattie?”
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