Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
He wandered into the living room to maybe play some video games, but the sunlight peeking in through the curtains lured him outside. He stretched with another yawn as he stepped into the back yard, looking around fondly at the inviting lawn chairs and huge American gas grill.
And brown grass. America wrinkled his nose. Why couldn't it rain once a night? At least, with the warm golden sun beating down, it was a nice day for yardwork. Of course, if it hadn't been a nice day, the grass wouldn't be dying and he wouldn't need to do yardwork.
With a long sigh, America walked over to the hose before he had time to find something fun he would rather be doing. He bent over to pick it up, and froze.
Eyes widening, America stared down at the slender green loops. A smile spread across his face as naughty thoughts flitted through his mind. He dropped the hose and stepped back. "Oh no! There's something in my back yard, and it has... it has England! I'll save you!" He hurried closer to untangle the imagined nation in distress. It was something America had figured out early on. He felt much better about being the victim in his fantasies if he started off rescuing somebody else. It was the best way to maintain his heroic mental image."There!" He pushed 'England' away. "Ah... oh no..." He looked down at his foot, caught in the hose's coils. "Don't worry about me! Just run!" He tripped, rolling over and entangling his body in the hose, grappling with the end. Icy cold precome dripped from the nozzle. Er, mouth. No, head. The head of the phallic tentacle.
The tentacle slid into the waistband of his shorts, and as he squirmed, his shorts and underwear were tugged down. "Oh, nooo..." He tried to modestly cover himself, but his hands were yanked away by tentacles. "Why are you doing this?" At least England had gotten away!
America writhed in the monster's grip, tentacles wrapping around him. One of them wrapped around his cock, and... well, it tried, anyway. It couldn't quite bend enough. America could certainly have forced it, but then he would have to go to the store and buy a new hose. He had already had to replace the vacuum twice, and one unfortunate octopus tub toy.
Playing with the hose was a fun little game, but there was only so much one could do outside, on dead grass that wasn't especially soft, with something that even he wasn't dumb enough to stick where it didn't belong. America finally stood, tugging his pants up. "Well. That'll teach you." He strolled back inside, yardwork forgotten, occasionally touching himself. He pulled out his phone and made a quick call.
America grinned at the sleepy greeting that eventually emerged from the other end. His brother was not as good as he was when it came to jet lag. "Hey! How's my favorite Canucklehead?"
"I'm all right," Canada mumbled. "What's up?"
"Did you want to come visit?" He felt an old, instinctive desire to twirl a cord around his finger, which led him to thinking about those long, thick, twisty cords, and found himself missing the phones of yore.
"I just got home... I've got some things to do here." America sagged. "But I can head down in a couple days." America brightened.
"Great! See you then, bro."
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America watched the oh-you-know-you-want-it rape with a smile, casually stroking himself. He tilted his head as he watched the video. "Why do girls get all the fun in Japan?" He blinked. "I don't think that would fit there... I didn't even realize that was a pleasurable orifice to tentacle!" The action continued, until he cheered wildly at a new character. "A boy! Finally! Do him, do him!" The male, discernable mainly from the flat chest and pants instead of a sailor dress, was hoisted and stripped by the tentacles and violated. America stroked himself harder, then finally went to fetch some toys.
The dildo had been a gift from a certain French nation. Actually, just about all of the adult toys America had ever owned were from said French nation. He was a big believer in spreading the love, that was for sure. America knelt on the floor, eyes still on the video playing on his computer screen, and started to move the lubricated dildo toward himself. Then he changed his mind and fetched a rope, tying one of his wrists to the leg of a chair. That done, America used his free hand to finally push the toy into himself, while struggling (but not hard) against the tentacle that held him.
He pushed the dildo in and out of himself while moaning and pleading with the monster, tugging against his bonds. “Let me go!” He forced the dildo as far as he could, and sighed. America pulled it out and tossed it aside, then untied his wrist.
Really, what was the point in using toys if they were just cheap imitations of the real thing? If he was going to indulge in some personal fantasies, shouldn't it be... better than the real thing? Otherwise he may as well just wait for the real thing.
America shut the movie off and looked for where he had thrown his pants. It was time to do some shopping.
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America shuffled closer to the cashier, smiling nervously. He wondered what would be a tactful way to let her know he did not normally frequent this sort of store without insulting her, since she did work there after all. Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut instead. He piled the long, colorful double-sided dildos onto the counter for her to ring up.
"You must be throwing some party," she said casually.
"Haha. Yeah." America busied himself with looking everywhere but at her. He pretended to read the labels on the variety of condoms.
"Will that be all?" the cashier said.
"Hmm..." He didn't want to return to that store, so America pondered on what else could enhance the experience. "Do you have any green lube?"
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I do the "I'm just accidentally purchasing these sex toys and am deeply fascinated by the information on these labels over here" when at sex shops too. I don't think Canada's going to appreciate the slime effect, though.
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Looking forward to the next part!
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