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At the end of a hard day, Russia only ever wanted to sit down and relax. After all, it was tough work to spread his ideals around the world, fighting the Evil that was Capitalism, trying to bring every one of the other nations into his circle to make them part of Russia-and especially to ensure that his beloved under nations behaved themselves. Ivan hated that he had to punish them, that Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia (and at times, Hungary and Poland) just didn’t seem to understand that he was only doing what was best for them, but all the same he understood he would be remiss if he did not redirect them to the proper path.
With a sigh the Russian slumped into his favorite chair, a plush and padded recliner, letting his body relax as he pondered the events of the day. It was a particularly bad day for his Baltic protégés, Lithuania most of all; the usually mild-tempered man had gotten snippy, back-talking Ivan, and the punishment that had followed had been so very time-consuming…
As he recalled the event, Ivan felt a twitch in his groin, and a soft moan floated passed his lips. It had been wonderful, breathtaking sight; the most beautiful thing Russia had ever witnessed. Deciding that it was important for him to unwind and reward himself for his hard work of the day Ivan undid his pants, slid his hand inside to fist around his semi-hard length, closed his eyes and began to stroke as he recalled the ordeal in vivid detail in his mind.
Russia had begun by tying Lithuania up so he hung from the ceiling, cutting Toris’ jacket off of the brunet’s slim body while the nation struggled against his bonds and protested Ivan’s handling of him. The Soviet ran an ungloved hand down the smooth, pale flesh of Lithuania’s back, and smiled at the shudder it elicited.
“Toris… why can’t you see? I’m only doing what’s best for you. I love you, Toris. That’s why I have to do this to you-you have to see the truth, you have to be punished so you don’t make mistakes.” He held his hand out towards the shaking Latvia and Estonia, turning to them to bestow them with a disarmingly innocent smile. Ivan had invited them so that they would see what would happen if they disobeyed, and already they were looking at him with wide, frightened eyes-
Ivan gasped as he remembered their terror, running his thumb over his tip to smear the precum with a pleasured shudder. How gorgeous they were, the Edward and Raivis in his mind, and their beauty only increased as the scene continued to unfold-
”Raivis, would you bring me the whip?” The edge of danger in Russia’s voice caused the normal tremors of the Latvian to become more severe, his shaking causing him to stumble several times before he dropped the leather weapon into Ivan’s hand and scuttled away as just as quickly. Pausing to adjust his hold on the whip, Ivan giggled, throwing the Baltic’s off their guard-before he drew his arm back and lashed across Lithuania’s back in a furious flurry of motion.
Every strike drew a red line onto the canvas that was Toris’ back, the many blows eventually drawing blood, the smack of leather on flesh almost as loud and jarring as the shrieks of agony and laughter of elation from the prisoner and punisher. Ivan’s cheeks flushed with ecstasy, arousal curling in his gut from the tears and blood and agony and fear he saw, felt and heard from Toris, from Edward, and from Raivis.
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They had all lost count of how many times the whip had cracked over Lithuania’s back, but the thin trails of blood tricking down the marked flesh and disappearing into the fabric of his pants and the tears pouring down his cheeks amidst uncontrollable sobs testified that it had been for quite some time. Lowering his arm Ivan dropped his whip to the ground, his breathing heavy and labored from arousal. After a moment’s pause, Ivan walked around to face Lithuania, raising a blood-stained hand to the wet cheek of his oldest charge.
“Do you see, Toris? Do you understand now, that you shouldn’t disobey? Do you understand how much I love you?”
“Yes! Yes! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Ivan!” Was the response, and Ivan’s smile widened as he heard the sniffles and whimpers of Estonia and Latvia to the side, knowing their lesson was learned and that they would all, always, be his, his respectful Russian acquisitions, loyal to the end, afraid of his terrible, wrathful might--
Screaming his release, Russia furiously worked his spurting cock, stilling and jerking as he finished and melted, sated, into the cushions behind him. A warm grin upturned his lips and Ivan raised his cum-covered fingers to his lips, lapping some of his sweet release up to savor his own taste.
If his rewards were always so wonderful after days like this, Ivan decided he should punish them more often.
For their own good, of course.
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BUT UH YEAH. HOT. YEAH.
WE'RE GOING TO HELL, AREN'T WE.
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Except I still vote for the limo to Hell. We'll be going in styyyyyyle~
Glad you liked 8DDD
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You know, making phone calls from cars these days is only cool if it's a limo.
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