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.
If It Fits, Add More! [7/?]
anonymous
July 10 2010, 01:39:47 UTC
Matthew nodded and scribbled down the tally, his cute little curl bobbing slightly along with his erection. Jeeze Mattie is such a horn dog.
“What do you want to try next? Personally I’m thinking one of these.” Alfred held up two rather large dildos.
“Alfred… you can’t just put those in. They won’t fit.” Matthew took the larger, black one from Alfred. Fuck yeah they could fit, and we both know it, bro.
“What do you mean? Sure it’ll fit!” Alfred beamed and started coating the pink, double-sided mock penis.
“Alfred,” Matthew pulled out his serious business voice, the one he only used when he wants me to pay attention or when he’s wearing one of his damn sexy outfits. I wonder if I could get him to wear one later? He hasn’t worn that flight attendant outfit in a while. If I asked nicely I bet he would wear it. It makes his ass look damn fine, especially when it barely covers it. “You have to start smaller.”
“Nah c’mon. It will totally fit.” Like we did last night. Man we need to plan to do stuff to Russia more often, it’s fucking awesome foreplay.
“Alfred… you can’t go from 4 beads to 10 inches. It won’t fit.”
“I’m telling you it will. The point is to see how much can fit right? Well?” And Russia’s ass is looking awesome for fitting in. Jeeze, he’s even trying to cover up his cute little pants with the pillow. Man his ass is fine.
“How do you know he can fit all that?”
“What you think we should check first?”
“I guess…”
“Like what? Measure or something? …Wait a second.” Alfred set down the anal pleasure toy and hopped off the bed, over to his desk and shifting through the drawers. I know just the thing. He turned and revealed his find.
"A ruler?" Mattie asked.
"What? Do you think I should get a yardstick instead? There might be one in the closet." Alfred dropped the assortment of pens he had grabbed looking for the measuring device and instead went for the closet. "There's no way mother Russia could take a whole yard, Mattie." Alfred brought the wooden tool back to the bed anyway. Both brothers ignored the protests from the captive splayed on the bed.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just try and put it in?" Matthew acknowledged the plastic portable penis in his hand.
"But this is for SCIENCE! We need to be a precise as possible!" Plus it will be totally funny to see wood in his ass. Hahaha… think of the puns! Alfred started coating the wood, murmuring about a need for more lube after this.
"Yeah but..." Matthew shivered, "Splinters..."
“Don’t worry as long as we cover it good, it won’t be a problem.”
“How do you know that?”
“Experience.” Alfred stuck his tongue out, “Hmm… that should be good. Okay! Ready for the official measurement of how far things can go into Mother Russia?”
If It Fits, Add More! [8/?]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 20:02:05 UTC
They were not seriously? Nngh… they were… At least they are trying to take it slow, but he is fairly certain that there is no way such an awkwardly shaped item was going to fit in him. Hnngh… It seemed they were persistent in trying. Ugh… Those corners did not feel pleasant, especially scraping against his walls.
Russia found himself wishing not for the first time that night that the brothers would just fuck him already. Stuff their throbbing erections into his anus and viciously pound into him until they all cried out like teenagers cumming for the first time, spewing their lively little sperms all over themselves and their mother’s fine linens before collapsing and panting the breathe back into their lungs and muscles… Not quite like that, but close enough. The point was sticking mathematical tools up one’s butt was certainly not on the list of proper uses.
Ivan swallowed. It would be fine. He could ignore the reading of inches and centimeters as some gangly tree branch worked its way up his ass. He just needed to get back to his plotting. So once he has Canada tied down, blind folded and the hockey stick protruding from his bottom, he should probably pay some more attention to America and take the-- Ooooh~
“That’s 22cm, Al. I don’t think he can get much more in there.”
“But that means the dildo won’t fit all the way. I’m sure he can fit a bit more.” The preserved tree bits slid out of him, and it was perhaps the most awkward feeling he had experienced all day, at least until it started pushing back in and out again. …They were fucking him with a yardstick? Not even a meter stick, but and American yardstick? Russia groaned.
“There, look! Ten and three quarters inches. He can take it and then some!”
“I guess you’re right.” Canada must have scribbled down more of their data. “Take that out and then we can put it in. We know we have the length, but we need to check the diameter now eh?”
“Okay.” The yardstick left him for good, Russia hoped. The size and length were awkward and uncomfortable, not something he would be trying again in his own privacy.
But the removal of the one meant the entrance of another. And by now, entrance was hardly a problem considering that quivering and (he loathed to admit it) almost eager start of his hole.
I am sorry it is taking so long to get to the good part! I swear to goodness when I started this it was with the full intention to just get to the yummy part, but then my tiny little chibi muses started telling me other delicious things to do to Russia and it became like this... ^__^;;
But I promise DPing! It is coming up soon!!!
Love~ The Anon who loves you
(recaptch says difficult ainsworth... I don't need anymore ideas captcha!!! XD)
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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More please~
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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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'widening not'. Ouch for RussiaXD
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“What do you want to try next? Personally I’m thinking one of these.” Alfred held up two rather large dildos.
“Alfred… you can’t just put those in. They won’t fit.” Matthew took the larger, black one from Alfred. Fuck yeah they could fit, and we both know it, bro.
“What do you mean? Sure it’ll fit!” Alfred beamed and started coating the pink, double-sided mock penis.
“Alfred,” Matthew pulled out his serious business voice, the one he only used when he wants me to pay attention or when he’s wearing one of his damn sexy outfits. I wonder if I could get him to wear one later? He hasn’t worn that flight attendant outfit in a while. If I asked nicely I bet he would wear it. It makes his ass look damn fine, especially when it barely covers it. “You have to start smaller.”
“Nah c’mon. It will totally fit.” Like we did last night. Man we need to plan to do stuff to Russia more often, it’s fucking awesome foreplay.
“Alfred… you can’t go from 4 beads to 10 inches. It won’t fit.”
“I’m telling you it will. The point is to see how much can fit right? Well?” And Russia’s ass is looking awesome for fitting in. Jeeze, he’s even trying to cover up his cute little pants with the pillow. Man his ass is fine.
“How do you know he can fit all that?”
“What you think we should check first?”
“I guess…”
“Like what? Measure or something? …Wait a second.” Alfred set down the anal pleasure toy and hopped off the bed, over to his desk and shifting through the drawers. I know just the thing. He turned and revealed his find.
"A ruler?" Mattie asked.
"What? Do you think I should get a yardstick instead? There might be one in the closet." Alfred dropped the assortment of pens he had grabbed looking for the measuring device and instead went for the closet. "There's no way mother Russia could take a whole yard, Mattie." Alfred brought the wooden tool back to the bed anyway. Both brothers ignored the protests from the captive splayed on the bed.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just try and put it in?" Matthew acknowledged the plastic portable penis in his hand.
"But this is for SCIENCE! We need to be a precise as possible!" Plus it will be totally funny to see wood in his ass. Hahaha… think of the puns! Alfred started coating the wood, murmuring about a need for more lube after this.
"Yeah but..." Matthew shivered, "Splinters..."
“Don’t worry as long as we cover it good, it won’t be a problem.”
“How do you know that?”
“Experience.” Alfred stuck his tongue out, “Hmm… that should be good. Okay! Ready for the official measurement of how far things can go into Mother Russia?”
“Ready!” Matthew poised his pen.
“Alrighty then. Pucker up, Russia!”
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I love how casual Alfred and Matt talk about all this. Just another day of molesting a fellow nation, huh? XD
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Russia found himself wishing not for the first time that night that the brothers would just fuck him already. Stuff their throbbing erections into his anus and viciously pound into him until they all cried out like teenagers cumming for the first time, spewing their lively little sperms all over themselves and their mother’s fine linens before collapsing and panting the breathe back into their lungs and muscles… Not quite like that, but close enough. The point was sticking mathematical tools up one’s butt was certainly not on the list of proper uses.
Ivan swallowed. It would be fine. He could ignore the reading of inches and centimeters as some gangly tree branch worked its way up his ass. He just needed to get back to his plotting. So once he has Canada tied down, blind folded and the hockey stick protruding from his bottom, he should probably pay some more attention to America and take the-- Ooooh~
“That’s 22cm, Al. I don’t think he can get much more in there.”
“But that means the dildo won’t fit all the way. I’m sure he can fit a bit more.” The preserved tree bits slid out of him, and it was perhaps the most awkward feeling he had experienced all day, at least until it started pushing back in and out again. …They were fucking him with a yardstick? Not even a meter stick, but and American yardstick? Russia groaned.
“There, look! Ten and three quarters inches. He can take it and then some!”
“I guess you’re right.” Canada must have scribbled down more of their data. “Take that out and then we can put it in. We know we have the length, but we need to check the diameter now eh?”
“Okay.” The yardstick left him for good, Russia hoped. The size and length were awkward and uncomfortable, not something he would be trying again in his own privacy.
But the removal of the one meant the entrance of another. And by now, entrance was hardly a problem considering that quivering and (he loathed to admit it) almost eager start of his hole.
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xD
This is just WIN ;D In so many different ways too ;P
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I do hope they DP him ><; sorry Russia but Iz got a kink for DP
Ilove how the fact that its a yardstick and not a meter stick is so imp. XD Russia...not your biggest prob.
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But I promise DPing! It is coming up soon!!!
Love~
The Anon who loves you
(recaptch says difficult ainsworth... I don't need anymore ideas captcha!!! XD)
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