Tried and True [18/?]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 09:43:31 UTC
“And please try not to hold yourself with your hands so much,” Russia added as an after thought. “I want to see the very moment you lose control.”
“You may have to handcuff me then.” England was shocked to hear those words come out of his own mouth.
Russia brightened at the prospect. “A wonderful idea! I have some nice handcuffs for games like this, soft ones that won't hurt your wrists very much...we can use those!” He jumped up off the couch and ran into a back room before England's brain had caught up with the new development. “Please don't wet yourself before I get back!” he called over his shoulder.
England moaned softly, in mixed discomfort, humiliation and arousal. He could hardly string together thoughts anymore. He was just too full. He could think of nothing else. He was full out squirming by the time Russia returned, a pair of fluffy purple handcuffs in hand.
“How full now?” Russia asked, as he cuffed England's hands behind his back.
“N-nine,” England grunted, trying not to dance in place. The flood in London kept rising up unbidden in his mind, the pounding rains splashing against the sidewalk and trickling down gutters and...
Suddenly he could feel urine rushing down through his cock, and without his hands to intercept the leak it dribbled uncontrollably into his pants. His face turned scalding red as he felt the wet stain blossom across his groin, and only just managed to keep the floodgates from breaking down entirely.
“And now you are up to ten!” Russia announced, to England's further embarrassment.
He tried to hold back longer, but a second leak soon followed, spreading the wet spot across his pants by increments. He was shaking with the effort of holding, sweat beading on his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut. It was too much. He was just too full. Oh god, he couldn't...!!
His bladder let go all at once. There were no more dribbles and spurts and leaks. There was no smaller trickle that went beyond his control. One second he was holding, the next his body just gave up and he was flooding his trousers uncontrollably. He couldn't ever remember pissing so hard in his life. It felt almost like his urethra was stretching to accommodate the massive amount of water gushing out of his aching cock.
England groaned weakly. There is was. He was pissing himself, wetting his pants, having an accident...and it felt so good.
He had almost forgotten Russia entirely until the giant suddenly pushed his back against a wall and began to grind against England. Some part of England's brain that was still capable of thought wanted to point out that Russia's pants were going to end up every bit as wet as England's if he didn't stop that, but he couldn't control his tongue any more than he could control his bladder. He could only lean against the wall, emptying his bladder all over both of them even as Russia continued to rub against him, panting and mumbling something frantically in Russian under his breath.
Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 09:46:07 UTC
It was hard to tell when he was finally empty. Eventually it just hit him that he was no longer pissing, but Russia was still grinding into him. England could feel himself growing hard too, and Russia's attentions were far from unwelcome now...finally he felt the larger man shudder against him as he came. England bit his lip, unable to tend to his own erection with his hands still bound behind his back, but Russia resumed the grinding almost as soon as his own orgasm had ended, rubbing himself slower and harder against England. It didn't take much more before England came too, hips jerking helplessly as he further soiled his already soaked pants.
“H-how long did I last?” England slurred as he wobbled in place, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh, silly me.” Russia's voice sounded as if it was coming from far away. “I forgot the stopwatch. Let us say...45 minutes. It was roughly that, I believe.”
England's brain was still a foggy blur as Russia unlocked the handcuffs. The puddle below him (thank God the floor was wood instead of carpet) was massive. It was almost embarrassing that so much had come out, but it was hard to be bothered by the puddle when he was wearing a very soggy pair of trousers. The wet, spreading warmth had felt very pleasant at first, but it was much less nice as it cooled against his skin. England stole a look up at Russia. The larger man's pants were almost as wet as England's. A casual bystander would probably assume they had both pissed themselves.
“You've made quite a mess of yourself, young man,” England mock scolded, biting back a slightly hysterical giggle.
“So I have,” Russia agreed amiably. “I think a bath is in order now, da? You've deserved it, after playing my game so wonderfully. Allow me to thank you properly.”
[AN: Thanks for all the comments, guys! I'm so flattered to see you guys are enjoying it. We've still got quite a bit left to go, so I hope you'll continue reading!]
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
September 12 2010, 22:42:14 UTC
The more I read of this fill, the more I find myself starting to adopt this kink o_o St-Stop converting me with your awesome writing, authornon! (Except that don't really, because this fill is amazing~)
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
September 14 2010, 20:48:25 UTC
OMG I'm embarrassed beyond words at how incredibly aroused that got me. Seriously. I used to think this kink was disgusting, but writers like you brought me to the dark side ^^U I found Russia's frantic grinding and speaking in Russian as hot as England wetting himself, too. and I lol'd at the way Russia immediately brightened with the suggestion of handcuffsXD
And we get a bath, yay! but is that all the watersports we'll get? *pout*
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
September 14 2010, 22:26:29 UTC
God, I love this fill so much. <3 I'm so happy to hear there's going to be a lot more; I love my pairing, and this is such an amazing fic for these two that I'll even rec it to people who never said a word about watersports. :D
I'm too tired to even comment properly. :'D Never change, anon
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
September 17 2010, 22:37:23 UTC
I thought you had stopped updating, so my heart skipped a beat when I saw that there were new chapters... I love this fill so much, anon! <3
You write this kink perfectly, and the little details are always so fitting! Also, I thought it was fucking hot when Russia started muttering in his own language. I bet Iggy would like it too if he paid more attention (hint-hint, lul 8D). I mean, it's just another facet of relinquishing control, isn't it? All you know is that the words turn you on, but you have no idea what they mean. I'll stop talking and take a cold shower now, thanks.
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
November 30 2010, 22:09:53 UTC
Oh god, I've never liked this kink till now. please continue, I'm blushing at how hot and arousing this is >.> I want more. ... thank god this is all anon! Aha
Re: Tried and True [19/?]
anonymous
December 22 2010, 06:19:00 UTC
You are amazing! I love you! Please return one day and update this <3 I love the way Ivan is like a little kid and Arthur is a sexy old man, and their relationship together and UNF. okay. brb fapping.
Tried and True [20/?]
anonymous
January 7 2011, 02:20:33 UTC
England's brain was waging a quiet battle with itself as he trailed behind Russia on the way to the bathroom. What did he have to feel embarrassed about, really? Was this any worse than the time he experimented with bondage with Spain, or when he wore those cat ears once during sex for Japan? This was...just a little sexual experimentation. Nothing strange about that. And they had both enjoyed it, of course, so what was the problem? Well, maybe the wet trousers were a tiny part of the problem. They were thoroughly cold now, and clinging to his legs in a most uncomfortable way that made him waddle a little as he walked. Getting out of those wet things and into a hot bath would certainly help clear his head. He was slightly amazed that Russia didn't appear bothered by his own wet clothes.
Stranger still, Russia was looking a little less cheerful than he had been. Though considering that he had been all but skipping and whistling since England agreed to come home with him, this didn't appear to be much cause for alarm. He didn't appear upset, just...a little subdued, and perhaps thoughtful. Maybe he was trying to remember the way to his bathroom. Bloody hell, the man had a huge house. There was the one near the kitchen that England had used earlier, but it lacked a bathtub. So now Russia was apparently taking him on an expedition to find one.
“England, are you enjoying our games?” Russia asked after a moment, not bothering to stop walking or look back. Just as well. The doubtful, confused part of England's brain sent a wave of color up over his face.
“Isn't it obvious?” he muttered vaguely. “I'm still here, aren't I?”
“But sometimes I think someone is having fun with me, and then later they say that they really hated it and only stayed because they were scared to say no. I want to know for sure this time. I-I like our games, but it isn't fun for me if you hate being here.”
Russia did look back then. It was remarkable how a man of his size could look so small when he made a face like that, all furrowed with worry.
England sighed and crossed his arms, trying not to melt. He was rubbish at resisting a sad puppy face. Faces like that got America out of trouble nine times out of ten when he was a colony. “I have had a number of opportunities to leave or tell you no. Yes, I'm enjoying our games. If I didn't, I would have been out the door ages ago.”
“But-”
“Can't you trust me a little more than that?” England huffed. “Tell you what. How about I pick our next game, hm? Would that help convince you? I'll be the one to make the decision, not you. You won't be pushing me into anything.”
“But do you know any games?”
“I'll think of something. Let's have that bath first, shall we?”
That seemed to do the trick. Russia's face cleared and lightened up a bit, and brightened even further when he stooped to grab England's hand in his own.
“I hope you can think of a good game!” he giggled cheerfully as he tugged England along, the gloomy mood apparently dissipated.
They arrived at long last at the bathroom, but England had other things to occupy his mind now. He had promised a game to put Russia's mind at ease, but what would work? This notion of combining a full bladder with sex was a fairly new one for him. Well, no. That wasn't quite true. Another incident rose up in his mind.
“You may have to handcuff me then.” England was shocked to hear those words come out of his own mouth.
Russia brightened at the prospect. “A wonderful idea! I have some nice handcuffs for games like this, soft ones that won't hurt your wrists very much...we can use those!” He jumped up off the couch and ran into a back room before England's brain had caught up with the new development. “Please don't wet yourself before I get back!” he called over his shoulder.
England moaned softly, in mixed discomfort, humiliation and arousal. He could hardly string together thoughts anymore. He was just too full. He could think of nothing else. He was full out squirming by the time Russia returned, a pair of fluffy purple handcuffs in hand.
“How full now?” Russia asked, as he cuffed England's hands behind his back.
“N-nine,” England grunted, trying not to dance in place. The flood in London kept rising up unbidden in his mind, the pounding rains splashing against the sidewalk and trickling down gutters and...
Suddenly he could feel urine rushing down through his cock, and without his hands to intercept the leak it dribbled uncontrollably into his pants. His face turned scalding red as he felt the wet stain blossom across his groin, and only just managed to keep the floodgates from breaking down entirely.
“And now you are up to ten!” Russia announced, to England's further embarrassment.
He tried to hold back longer, but a second leak soon followed, spreading the wet spot across his pants by increments. He was shaking with the effort of holding, sweat beading on his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut. It was too much. He was just too full. Oh god, he couldn't...!!
His bladder let go all at once. There were no more dribbles and spurts and leaks. There was no smaller trickle that went beyond his control. One second he was holding, the next his body just gave up and he was flooding his trousers uncontrollably. He couldn't ever remember pissing so hard in his life. It felt almost like his urethra was stretching to accommodate the massive amount of water gushing out of his aching cock.
England groaned weakly. There is was. He was pissing himself, wetting his pants, having an accident...and it felt so good.
He had almost forgotten Russia entirely until the giant suddenly pushed his back against a wall and began to grind against England. Some part of England's brain that was still capable of thought wanted to point out that Russia's pants were going to end up every bit as wet as England's if he didn't stop that, but he couldn't control his tongue any more than he could control his bladder. He could only lean against the wall, emptying his bladder all over both of them even as Russia continued to rub against him, panting and mumbling something frantically in Russian under his breath.
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“H-how long did I last?” England slurred as he wobbled in place, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh, silly me.” Russia's voice sounded as if it was coming from far away. “I forgot the stopwatch. Let us say...45 minutes. It was roughly that, I believe.”
England's brain was still a foggy blur as Russia unlocked the handcuffs. The puddle below him (thank God the floor was wood instead of carpet) was massive. It was almost embarrassing that so much had come out, but it was hard to be bothered by the puddle when he was wearing a very soggy pair of trousers. The wet, spreading warmth had felt very pleasant at first, but it was much less nice as it cooled against his skin. England stole a look up at Russia. The larger man's pants were almost as wet as England's. A casual bystander would probably assume they had both pissed themselves.
“You've made quite a mess of yourself, young man,” England mock scolded, biting back a slightly hysterical giggle.
“So I have,” Russia agreed amiably. “I think a bath is in order now, da? You've deserved it, after playing my game so wonderfully. Allow me to thank you properly.”
[AN: Thanks for all the comments, guys! I'm so flattered to see you guys are enjoying it. We've still got quite a bit left to go, so I hope you'll continue reading!]
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I found Russia's frantic grinding and speaking in Russian as hot as England wetting himself, too. and I lol'd at the way Russia immediately brightened with the suggestion of handcuffsXD
And we get a bath, yay! but is that all the watersports we'll get? *pout*
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Not to worry, the games will continue once they get cleaned up and catch their breath. :)
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I'm too tired to even comment properly. :'D Never change, anon
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You write this kink perfectly, and the little details are always so fitting! Also, I thought it was fucking hot when Russia started muttering in his own language. I bet Iggy would like it too if he paid more attention (hint-hint, lul 8D). I mean, it's just another facet of relinquishing control, isn't it? All you know is that the words turn you on, but you have no idea what they mean. I'll stop talking and take a cold shower now, thanks.
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STOP GIVING ME MORE KINKS D:<
But this is amazing. Please update soon ouo
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okay.
brb fapping.
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Stranger still, Russia was looking a little less cheerful than he had been. Though considering that he had been all but skipping and whistling since England agreed to come home with him, this didn't appear to be much cause for alarm. He didn't appear upset, just...a little subdued, and perhaps thoughtful. Maybe he was trying to remember the way to his bathroom. Bloody hell, the man had a huge house. There was the one near the kitchen that England had used earlier, but it lacked a bathtub. So now Russia was apparently taking him on an expedition to find one.
“England, are you enjoying our games?” Russia asked after a moment, not bothering to stop walking or look back. Just as well. The doubtful, confused part of England's brain sent a wave of color up over his face.
“Isn't it obvious?” he muttered vaguely. “I'm still here, aren't I?”
“But sometimes I think someone is having fun with me, and then later they say that they really hated it and only stayed because they were scared to say no. I want to know for sure this time. I-I like our games, but it isn't fun for me if you hate being here.”
Russia did look back then. It was remarkable how a man of his size could look so small when he made a face like that, all furrowed with worry.
England sighed and crossed his arms, trying not to melt. He was rubbish at resisting a sad puppy face. Faces like that got America out of trouble nine times out of ten when he was a colony. “I have had a number of opportunities to leave or tell you no. Yes, I'm enjoying our games. If I didn't, I would have been out the door ages ago.”
“But-”
“Can't you trust me a little more than that?” England huffed. “Tell you what. How about I pick our next game, hm? Would that help convince you? I'll be the one to make the decision, not you. You won't be pushing me into anything.”
“But do you know any games?”
“I'll think of something. Let's have that bath first, shall we?”
That seemed to do the trick. Russia's face cleared and lightened up a bit, and brightened even further when he stooped to grab England's hand in his own.
“I hope you can think of a good game!” he giggled cheerfully as he tugged England along, the gloomy mood apparently dissipated.
They arrived at long last at the bathroom, but England had other things to occupy his mind now. He had promised a game to put Russia's mind at ease, but what would work? This notion of combining a full bladder with sex was a fairly new one for him. Well, no. That wasn't quite true. Another incident rose up in his mind.
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