Oh... CANADA!!! 4
anonymous
August 11 2011, 00:24:03 UTC
Canada walked the short distance across the room and slowly undid the single button that separated him from what lay underneath, before ever so slowly unzipping the well-tailored slacks. Then in one jerky movement, Canada tugged the pressed pants down until they were pooled around Russia’s ankles, exposing the impressively thick muscled thighs as well as a pair of bright red boxers that were currently being threatened by the presence of strange magical tentacles on the outside.
Canada couldn’t stop the unexpected feelings of excitement pooling in his stomach. To have one of the most powerful nations at his mercy like this… it gave him a surprising high. And the irate expression being thrown his way, purple slits that promised death the moment he was free… well it didn’t seem so scary when Russia was being strung up against his will.
Smiling happily to himself over his handiwork, Canada was going to say his adieu and wait for England’s return… but he stopped when he noticed something that the angry Russian probably hadn’t wanted him to see. Despite the angry muffled insults, and the ill-fated struggles, Canada could make out as clear as day the truth of Russia’s feelings on the subject…
Turns out Russia hadn’t been lying… he may just be the biggest country in the world after all, and the proof of that was standing rock hard at attention underneath the angry red boxers.
Canada bit his lower lip in a sudden moral dilemma. He knew he should stop this at once; the situation was quickly spirally out of control. But the more he watched Russia struggle against he binding, making the large man harder if at all possible… well… the harder it was making Canada too.
Almost tentatively, he reached up to lightly trace his finger over the erect cock that straining against the red boxers, it’s large tip peeking out in a teasing fashion just above the top of the waist band, and dripping it’s unintended desire. Canada rasped out another command in a breathless voice, and one of the strong tentacles slipped up the leg of the boxers and wrapped itself around the base of the large penis, squeezing with just enough pressure to cause Russia to let out a gasp and a very…worried… look.
Canada grinned at the thought and said something he never thought would come out of his entirely too innocent mouth.
“Well… Russia… it seems to me you have two choices here. I could let you go right now, if that’s what you really… really want. But… aren’t you just a little bit curious to see what the second largest nation in the world can do? I may not be as experienced as… some… but I’ve got a lot of youthful… untapped… energy… and years of Cirque du Soleil training, which has kinda made me… pretty… flexible.”
Russia’s struggling immediately stopped, and his eyes narrowed for an altogether different reason now, as if the thought had never even occurred to him before… or from judging by the way those purple orbs slowly ran up and down his body… maybe it had.
The captive man obviously couldn’t reply, his mouth… otherwise occupied. But Russia watched with rapt interest as Canada slowly dragged his boxes down to join his wayward pants, and he let out a strangled moan when Canada whispered another command that made the tentacle along his backside start to move teasingly back and forth.
Canada’s lips were now swollen from being bitten and teased, as well as from the rush of blood that was filling his head… and other parts of his body. His hand stopped moving up the outline of the large shaft, allowing his thumb to brush small circles against the sensitive tip of the newly exposed shaft.
Russia stubbornly refused to give consent, but he’d stopped actively protesting, and instead chose to glare down into fascinated violet eyes.
Canada couldn’t stop the unexpected feelings of excitement pooling in his stomach. To have one of the most powerful nations at his mercy like this… it gave him a surprising high. And the irate expression being thrown his way, purple slits that promised death the moment he was free… well it didn’t seem so scary when Russia was being strung up against his will.
Smiling happily to himself over his handiwork, Canada was going to say his adieu and wait for England’s return… but he stopped when he noticed something that the angry Russian probably hadn’t wanted him to see. Despite the angry muffled insults, and the ill-fated struggles, Canada could make out as clear as day the truth of Russia’s feelings on the subject…
Turns out Russia hadn’t been lying… he may just be the biggest country in the world after all, and the proof of that was standing rock hard at attention underneath the angry red boxers.
Canada bit his lower lip in a sudden moral dilemma. He knew he should stop this at once; the situation was quickly spirally out of control. But the more he watched Russia struggle against he binding, making the large man harder if at all possible… well… the harder it was making Canada too.
Almost tentatively, he reached up to lightly trace his finger over the erect cock that straining against the red boxers, it’s large tip peeking out in a teasing fashion just above the top of the waist band, and dripping it’s unintended desire. Canada rasped out another command in a breathless voice, and one of the strong tentacles slipped up the leg of the boxers and wrapped itself around the base of the large penis, squeezing with just enough pressure to cause Russia to let out a gasp and a very…worried… look.
Canada grinned at the thought and said something he never thought would come out of his entirely too innocent mouth.
“Well… Russia… it seems to me you have two choices here. I could let you go right now, if that’s what you really… really want. But… aren’t you just a little bit curious to see what the second largest nation in the world can do? I may not be as experienced as… some… but I’ve got a lot of youthful… untapped… energy… and years of Cirque du Soleil training, which has kinda made me… pretty… flexible.”
Russia’s struggling immediately stopped, and his eyes narrowed for an altogether different reason now, as if the thought had never even occurred to him before… or from judging by the way those purple orbs slowly ran up and down his body… maybe it had.
The captive man obviously couldn’t reply, his mouth… otherwise occupied. But Russia watched with rapt interest as Canada slowly dragged his boxes down to join his wayward pants, and he let out a strangled moan when Canada whispered another command that made the tentacle along his backside start to move teasingly back and forth.
Canada’s lips were now swollen from being bitten and teased, as well as from the rush of blood that was filling his head… and other parts of his body. His hand stopped moving up the outline of the large shaft, allowing his thumb to brush small circles against the sensitive tip of the newly exposed shaft.
Russia stubbornly refused to give consent, but he’d stopped actively protesting, and instead chose to glare down into fascinated violet eyes.
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