"H-haah… a-ah… F-fuck! D-don't… put that in… I-Ivaaan!"
"It's okay Alfred… I suggest you don't move too much, though, it may make me pull the trigger," said the Russian man whilst he pressed the tip of a handgun to the Alfred's entrance. The cold metal made the dirty blonde wince. There was nothing he could to about it, as his arms were tied behind his back firmly, his torso laying over a bad while his legs were spread, his pants and boxers holding him hostage nonetheless at his knees. His legs were showered with sweat and were trembling. The barrel of that gun was long and thick; he was afraid it'd be too painful and if Ivan made one wrong movement, it could have gone off and that'd be the end of him.
The American didn't know whether to smirk or growl at the thought. It wasn't a very heroic way to go out, but it was definitely sexy.
His body jerked forward, the tip of the gun being forced within his walls. The fucking Commie hadn't even prepared him before hand! He groaned out, the pain of it being forced further within him causing his legs to shake more.
"A-gah… aa-aah… f-fuck…" he choked, his torso now twitching. The Russian man smiled childishly at Alfred's reactions; he was cute when he was feeling pain. Thus, he forced the barrel in until the trigger's cage stopped him from pushing any farther.
"Do you like how this feels, Alfred?"
Alfred had saliva stringing from the side of his lips, groans and muffled pleasured sounds coming from him. Ivan's childish smile darkened. "Shall we continue this game?"
He then began to pull the barrel in and out of Alfred, each time just a tad rougher than before. The American gasped, his boner throbbing widely, craving attention from the Russian man, and with his arms tied, he couldn't satisfy himself. Now he was wishing it was Ivan's penis instead of the gun inside of him; the metal was freezing cold and it didn't feel very good.
"T… Take it… aah… h-aah! …out… take it out!" The American moaned.
Ivan lowered his purple orbs to the back of Alfred's head. "Do you want something else, now?" he questioned, already knowing what Alfred had truly wanted. The dirty blonde was fun to tease; his glares fitted his eyes very well. Ivan slowly slid the gun out, careful not to pull the trigger on its way, then sat it on the table nearest to him. He then tugged his own throbbing penis out of its confines, relieved when it free. The Russian held its shaft to guide it to Alfred's entrance, and slammed it in him. Alfred gasped and moaned out, panting. He was forced to swallow saliva and then glared coldly behind him at Ivan.
"F… Fuck you," he hissed.
"YA tebya lyublyu," replied Ivan simply, proceeding to thrust in and out of him.
{ Eh-heh-heh, I don't usually write these sort of things, so excuse me if it sounds strange in any way… *ahem* Anyway, this is simply a oneshot that I… got bored and was encouraged to write. xD;; Enjoy, hopefully. }