Soap
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"Your food is fucking disgusting, dammit! Make something new!"
Spain sighed as once again his small, stubborn, and absolutely bratty Sicilian boy demanded for better food. That had been about the third time something new had to be made. The small boy threw the food across the table at his captor and Boss, a Spaniard who became fed up with the small boy. This man, a literal personality of his nation, had no idea when he gained The Kingdom of Two Sicilies that he'd have this much trouble with him. By then, he could figure why his enemy and past husband Austria gave the little shit to him. The boy was ungrateful, sloppy, and stubborn. He wasn't nearly worth enough to make up for his absolutely wonderful ports, but having the colony was just too strategic... then again, it really wasn't. The people are lazy, rude, and as frustrating as their representation. Although the ports were excellent for trade across the world, which then belonged within Spain's hands, it came with difficulty. Especially from the French, who still had half a mind to continue to invade and chase after Spain's possessions... such an irritating partner, but Spain could rationalize that it's better to have a Catholic ally than a thick-browed Protestant one...
Spain's brief lamentations were interrupted when the boy shrieked again for better food. Spain ground his teeth and turned to the possession, who was crossing his arms and pouting angrily as well.
"Swear at me one more time, you little brat, and I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap," Spain snarled.
The young Kingdom smirked arrogantly, his shoulders falling as he leaned back into the stiff wooden chair. His chin sat up confidently, and a devilish grin cracked across his face.
"Like fucking hell you would, you sick bastard."
Spain had enough. It was tolerable that the child's appetite was impossible to please, that he dirtied up the air he walked through, and refused to obey any orders that required any amount of effort, but the complete lack of respect had pushed Spain too far, this time. Spain leaped at the colony, shoving him from the chair onto the ground with a thick smack into the earth. The possession writhed momentarily, and attempted to get up, only to be interrupted by having his wrists grabbed and held together. As Spain squeezed at the colony's small wrists, the young boy thrashed aimlessly as if to try and escape. It was useless, as Spain hardened his grip on the young boy's fragile wrists.
The possession whimpered and became limp; a sign of giving up. Spain pulled the deadweight colony across the hardwood floor with little trouble, bringing him into the bathroom as the possession kicked and wailed pitifully. As Spain tossed the boy into the bathtub, he grabbed a bar of soap off the sink. Having the soap within his hands, he raised it threateningly at his possession, who's eyes widened in fear and possibly disbelief. Spain crawled into the bathtub, straddling over the colony, gripping the somewhat soft soap and continuing to display it to the young boy, as if to prepare him for his punishment.
Spain once again grabbed ahold of the possession's wrists, holding them above the boy's head so he cannot move. "Open," Spain demanded, expecting the small boy not to listen.
Predictably, he didn't. Spain released his hands and smacked the colony instead, a sharp clap slicing the air around them. The colony whined in pain, then glared viciously at Spain, who laughed condescendingly in response.
"You've misbehaved, do you expect me to treat you nicely?" Spain then glowered at the boy angrily and grabed at his neck, squeezing only gently at first. "Once again," he ordered, "open your dirty little mouth."
Spain squeezed harder to reenforce his request, but the boy kept his mouth shut, tightening his jaws together and furrowing his eyebrows to display his rebellious intentions. Spain lost his patience, and tightened his grip viciously, watching his possession as his face reddened.
The possession shifted to a look of dismay as he heaved in, as he knew he's lost the battle; Spain shoved the soap between the possession's lips the instant his mouth opened.
"Don't bite," Spain purred the warning villanously, "or you'll swallow the soap, and you don't want to end up getting yourself sick, do you?"
The possession finally listened to his owner, tears swelling in the corners of his eyes as he decided not to bite; the soap still tasted bitter anyway.
Spain begun to slowly to clean all the scum from his possession's adorable little mouth. The young boy whined in agony, choked in disgust and halfway coughed. Spain smirked, remarking, "Such a naughty little Henchman. You can't clean yourself up, so your poor Boss has to do it for you. Use your tongue."
The colony's mouth opened wider, and his tongue pushed underneath the bar of soap. He began to move his tongue back and forth, shuddering in repulsion. He continued to choke and gag, drool escaping from the corners of his lips and tears running down his flushed cheeks. Hesitantly, he continued to clean his tongue, observant of the satisfaction his Boss was receiving from watching him. Nonetheless, he carried on, occasionally opening his eyes to take a look at his Boss, then immediately closing them again in humiliation. The possession momentarily gripped the soap with his teeth as he became frustrated, but immediately loosened his grip, remembering that swallowing half a bar of soap will do him no good either.
The boy groaned in pain, his tongue weakening in strength and pace. The soap had slightly dissolved into his mouth, all over his chin, and his lips. Spain grinned in haughty satisfaction.
"You have been a very bad little Henchman," Spain repeated to further taunt his possession, "I have had enough with your behaviour. Now stop moving your tongue." His Henchman obeyed and halted movements with his tongue. Spain pulled the soap from the boy's mouth until his lips enveloped the fullest part.
"Use only your head now," Spain requested, sneering as he watched the boy service the bar of soap, imagining if only those cute lips were working over something else. The boy gagged, pulling his lips away from the soap and taking a moment to spit. He looked up pitifully as Spain, who scowled at him for stopping before being told. The boy understood, and once again took the bar of soap into his mouth. He moved his head back and forth again, finally unable to control his sobs.
The colony seemed to have given up any rebellious morale, and Spain used the opportunity to scold him.
"You do what Boss tells you, do you understand? You have been a very naughty Henchman, and Boss doesn't like having to punish you." The boy agreed in a muffled acknowledgment, and Spain continued his lecture. "If you want to be fed, loved, and cared for, you need to listen to who's taking care of you. Since I am taking care of you, you need to listen to me. Do you understand, my naughty little Henchman?" Spain pulled the bar of soap out of his Henchman's mouth and demanded, "Look at me and answer."
"I'll behave," the possession choked out the obedient reply, defeated and ashamed. He looked downward and swallowed his sobs, clenching his jaws as his body quivers.
Spain crawled off his possession, pulling the boy out of the bathtub with him. Spain held the colony lovingly in his arms, placing him on his lap as he begins to sob softly. Spain smiled warmly, somewhat in sympathy, although he did not pity his possession. Spain did not believe for a bit that his possession would behave. It was simply not in the nature of that little snob. Spain turned his head away from his Henchman and grinned deviously, reassuring himself that next time, he can simply give the boy something he can really choke on if he swears at him again...
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As the lovely and talented Arkham-Insanity has featured my writing with her pic, I would be more than happy to direct you to a visual of what you've just read. ;D
Spain has had enough (Arkham-Insanity)
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"Your food is fucking disgusting, dammit! Make something new!"
Spain sighed as once again his small, stubborn, and absolutely bratty Sicilian boy demanded for better food. That had been about the third time something new had to be made. The small boy threw the food across the table at his captor and Boss, a Spaniard who became fed up with the small boy. This man, a literal personality of his nation, had no idea when he gained The Kingdom of Two Sicilies that he'd have this much trouble with him. By then, he could figure why his enemy and past husband Austria gave the little shit to him. The boy was ungrateful, sloppy, and stubborn. He wasn't nearly worth enough to make up for his absolutely wonderful ports, but having the colony was just too strategic... then again, it really wasn't. The people are lazy, rude, and as frustrating as their representation. Although the ports were excellent for trade across the world, which then belonged within Spain's hands, it came with difficulty. Especially from the French, who still had half a mind to continue to invade and chase after Spain's possessions... such an irritating partner, but Spain could rationalize that it's better to have a Catholic ally than a thick-browed Protestant one...
Spain's brief lamentations were interrupted when the boy shrieked again for better food. Spain ground his teeth and turned to the possession, who was crossing his arms and pouting angrily as well.
"Swear at me one more time, you little brat, and I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap," Spain snarled.
The young Kingdom smirked arrogantly, his shoulders falling as he leaned back into the stiff wooden chair. His chin sat up confidently, and a devilish grin cracked across his face.
"Like fucking hell you would, you sick bastard."
Spain had enough. It was tolerable that the child's appetite was impossible to please, that he dirtied up the air he walked through, and refused to obey any orders that required any amount of effort, but the complete lack of respect had pushed Spain too far, this time. Spain leaped at the colony, shoving him from the chair onto the ground with a thick smack into the earth. The possession writhed momentarily, and attempted to get up, only to be interrupted by having his wrists grabbed and held together. As Spain squeezed at the colony's small wrists, the young boy thrashed aimlessly as if to try and escape. It was useless, as Spain hardened his grip on the young boy's fragile wrists.
The possession whimpered and became limp; a sign of giving up. Spain pulled the deadweight colony across the hardwood floor with little trouble, bringing him into the bathroom as the possession kicked and wailed pitifully. As Spain tossed the boy into the bathtub, he grabbed a bar of soap off the sink. Having the soap within his hands, he raised it threateningly at his possession, who's eyes widened in fear and possibly disbelief. Spain crawled into the bathtub, straddling over the colony, gripping the somewhat soft soap and continuing to display it to the young boy, as if to prepare him for his punishment.
Spain once again grabbed ahold of the possession's wrists, holding them above the boy's head so he cannot move. "Open," Spain demanded, expecting the small boy not to listen.
Predictably, he didn't. Spain released his hands and smacked the colony instead, a sharp clap slicing the air around them. The colony whined in pain, then glared viciously at Spain, who laughed condescendingly in response.
"You've misbehaved, do you expect me to treat you nicely?" Spain then glowered at the boy angrily and grabed at his neck, squeezing only gently at first. "Once again," he ordered, "open your dirty little mouth."
Spain squeezed harder to reenforce his request, but the boy kept his mouth shut, tightening his jaws together and furrowing his eyebrows to display his rebellious intentions. Spain lost his patience, and tightened his grip viciously, watching his possession as his face reddened.
The possession shifted to a look of dismay as he heaved in, as he knew he's lost the battle; Spain shoved the soap between the possession's lips the instant his mouth opened.
"Don't bite," Spain purred the warning villanously, "or you'll swallow the soap, and you don't want to end up getting yourself sick, do you?"
The possession finally listened to his owner, tears swelling in the corners of his eyes as he decided not to bite; the soap still tasted bitter anyway.
Spain begun to slowly to clean all the scum from his possession's adorable little mouth. The young boy whined in agony, choked in disgust and halfway coughed. Spain smirked, remarking, "Such a naughty little Henchman. You can't clean yourself up, so your poor Boss has to do it for you. Use your tongue."
The colony's mouth opened wider, and his tongue pushed underneath the bar of soap. He began to move his tongue back and forth, shuddering in repulsion. He continued to choke and gag, drool escaping from the corners of his lips and tears running down his flushed cheeks. Hesitantly, he continued to clean his tongue, observant of the satisfaction his Boss was receiving from watching him. Nonetheless, he carried on, occasionally opening his eyes to take a look at his Boss, then immediately closing them again in humiliation. The possession momentarily gripped the soap with his teeth as he became frustrated, but immediately loosened his grip, remembering that swallowing half a bar of soap will do him no good either.
The boy groaned in pain, his tongue weakening in strength and pace. The soap had slightly dissolved into his mouth, all over his chin, and his lips. Spain grinned in haughty satisfaction.
"You have been a very bad little Henchman," Spain repeated to further taunt his possession, "I have had enough with your behaviour. Now stop moving your tongue." His Henchman obeyed and halted movements with his tongue. Spain pulled the soap from the boy's mouth until his lips enveloped the fullest part.
"Use only your head now," Spain requested, sneering as he watched the boy service the bar of soap, imagining if only those cute lips were working over something else. The boy gagged, pulling his lips away from the soap and taking a moment to spit. He looked up pitifully as Spain, who scowled at him for stopping before being told. The boy understood, and once again took the bar of soap into his mouth. He moved his head back and forth again, finally unable to control his sobs.
The colony seemed to have given up any rebellious morale, and Spain used the opportunity to scold him.
"You do what Boss tells you, do you understand? You have been a very naughty Henchman, and Boss doesn't like having to punish you." The boy agreed in a muffled acknowledgment, and Spain continued his lecture. "If you want to be fed, loved, and cared for, you need to listen to who's taking care of you. Since I am taking care of you, you need to listen to me. Do you understand, my naughty little Henchman?" Spain pulled the bar of soap out of his Henchman's mouth and demanded, "Look at me and answer."
"I'll behave," the possession choked out the obedient reply, defeated and ashamed. He looked downward and swallowed his sobs, clenching his jaws as his body quivers.
Spain crawled off his possession, pulling the boy out of the bathtub with him. Spain held the colony lovingly in his arms, placing him on his lap as he begins to sob softly. Spain smiled warmly, somewhat in sympathy, although he did not pity his possession. Spain did not believe for a bit that his possession would behave. It was simply not in the nature of that little snob. Spain turned his head away from his Henchman and grinned deviously, reassuring himself that next time, he can simply give the boy something he can really choke on if he swears at him again...
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As the lovely and talented Arkham-Insanity has featured my writing with her pic, I would be more than happy to direct you to a visual of what you've just read. ;D
Spain has had enough (Arkham-Insanity)
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