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)
Re: If It Fits, Add More! [8/?]
anonymous
July 27 2010, 03:42:46 UTC
This is getting better and better lol these two are treating it almost like a game. I fully support Russia showing these little boys how to play a real game!
>>He could ignore the reading of inches and centimeters as some gangly tree branch worked its way up his ass.
If It Fits, Add More! [9/?]
anonymous
September 29 2010, 00:42:21 UTC
Ivan held still, holding his breath and waited. Waited for black plastic to be pressed against his entrance, pushed in with almost no aid. His muscles hungry for it, primal need and instincts urging him forward, urging cheep plastic to sink deep into him, taking him as he took it in. Ivan bit his lip to hide a groan and waited.
And waited…
And was kept waiting.
He would have huffed if he had been a more juvenile man. Instead he chose to look over his shoulder for the brothers, and glared. What did those stupid children think they were doing? They were suppose to be penetrating his abused, wanting ass with mass produced phallic replications, not kissing and stroking each other! America should not have his hand cradling Canada’s testicles, rolling them over the softness of his fingers. Canada should not have his hand wrapped around America’s penis, slowly stroking its throbbing hardness, while their lips molested and caressed each other into a state of red, swollen wetness. Did they not know the awkwardness of slowly being filled and then left empty? Feeding their own carnal desires instead of finishing their experiment was very rude.
Ivan grunted and turned his attention back to the headboard and his own plot for repercussions.
“Ah… Don’t be upset Russki. We haven’t forgotten about you. Just taking care of some other business.”
Russia groaned. He did not mean to draw their attention back. It would be best to not have it at all. Still he could not help but feel a bit indignant that they had neglected him at all. He did not have to be here, tied down, sweating, and waiting for them to finish molesting each other.
Soft laughter glided over hot breath, “I think he’s getting impatient, Al.”
“Ah well. We can fix that. You wanna do the honors?”
The bed shifted again, and he finally felt the nudge of solid artificially created manhood knocking at the door of the sex toy party in his rump, except instead of knocking it was more like inching the door open and dumping 10 inches of plastic pleasure on the coffee table, were the guests had been enjoying flipping through catalogs and examining the goods.
He could not stop it. He tried to. Tried biting his tongue and lip, tried thinking of the General in women’s swimwear, tried smothering himself in linen. But nothing could stop it. Ivan let out a long throaty moan, as the dildo slid comfortably into his anus.
“Jeeze Russia, you really want it don’t ya? Ya wanna be filled all the way up.”
Ivan turned his head to glare at the cocky westerner, but it was hardly affective through half-lidded eyes and with his hips pressing back towards Canada; even less so when he caught sight of America picking up where Canada left off. He lazily stroked himself, thumbing his head while grinning at Russia.
Ivan could not keep another moan from slipping from him.
“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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lol these two are treating it almost like a game. I fully support Russia showing these little boys how to play a real game!
>>He could ignore the reading of inches and centimeters as some gangly tree branch worked its way up his ass.
That cracked me up so badly.
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And waited…
And was kept waiting.
He would have huffed if he had been a more juvenile man. Instead he chose to look over his shoulder for the brothers, and glared. What did those stupid children think they were doing? They were suppose to be penetrating his abused, wanting ass with mass produced phallic replications, not kissing and stroking each other! America should not have his hand cradling Canada’s testicles, rolling them over the softness of his fingers. Canada should not have his hand wrapped around America’s penis, slowly stroking its throbbing hardness, while their lips molested and caressed each other into a state of red, swollen wetness. Did they not know the awkwardness of slowly being filled and then left empty? Feeding their own carnal desires instead of finishing their experiment was very rude.
Ivan grunted and turned his attention back to the headboard and his own plot for repercussions.
“Ah… Don’t be upset Russki. We haven’t forgotten about you. Just taking care of some other business.”
Russia groaned. He did not mean to draw their attention back. It would be best to not have it at all. Still he could not help but feel a bit indignant that they had neglected him at all. He did not have to be here, tied down, sweating, and waiting for them to finish molesting each other.
Soft laughter glided over hot breath, “I think he’s getting impatient, Al.”
“Ah well. We can fix that. You wanna do the honors?”
The bed shifted again, and he finally felt the nudge of solid artificially created manhood knocking at the door of the sex toy party in his rump, except instead of knocking it was more like inching the door open and dumping 10 inches of plastic pleasure on the coffee table, were the guests had been enjoying flipping through catalogs and examining the goods.
He could not stop it. He tried to. Tried biting his tongue and lip, tried thinking of the General in women’s swimwear, tried smothering himself in linen. But nothing could stop it. Ivan let out a long throaty moan, as the dildo slid comfortably into his anus.
“Jeeze Russia, you really want it don’t ya? Ya wanna be filled all the way up.”
Ivan turned his head to glare at the cocky westerner, but it was hardly affective through half-lidded eyes and with his hips pressing back towards Canada; even less so when he caught sight of America picking up where Canada left off. He lazily stroked himself, thumbing his head while grinning at Russia.
Ivan could not keep another moan from slipping from him.
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