Stolen Clothes.
It was in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. At all. The moon was full and had taken its rightful place in the middle of the sky, lighting my bedroom slightly. I tried and tried but I failed miserably every time. I just can't get to sleep… 'I give up!' So I got out of bed and got some (rarely used) pyjamas on, I mostly sleep naked but this is the last thing I could think of to improve my chance of getting to sleep. It didn't work. So I had to think of something to do to pass the time… But the only thing that I could think of was Russia's cock! Rumours say that it's 25cm! That's it, I HAVE to see it!
I whistled the mission impossible tune to myself as I snook out of my house and headed to Russia's hotel room, which he was staying in because of tomorrow's meeting. Luckily enough, the hotel was close by. Literally a couple of streets from my house! I tried the door; it was locked. Looking around, I caught sight of a long piece of rope I used to climb up to the Russians window, which had been foolishly left open.
I climbed down the window as quietly as I could and snook over to Russia's closet, taking every piece of clothing he has in there and stuffing it into my bag. 'Ohonhon, I can't wait to see a naked Russian at tomorrow's meeting!' I then moved on to his drawers and stuffing all his underwear into the bag too. With a perverted smirk on my handsome face, I creeped up to Russia's bed, pulled back the covers and carefully stripped him of his pyjamas. 'His cock really is so… BIG! Magnificent! I want him to fuck me with that sometime soon' Running to the window, I threw the bag of clothes out so that I could collect it when I got down. But I didn't get down. I tripped over a lead pipe and smashed my head against the wall. 'Oh, sh-' I was out cold.
When I woke up, I too was completely naked and tied to a wooden chair. When my vision stopped being blurred, I could see Russia standing over me, clutching his faucet pipe and grinning his evil childish grin. "Where are my clothes, da? You must have stolen them!" I struggled against the ropes but it only got me as far as a rope burn. Russia was gently tapping the pipe on his hand. "I said: where are my clothes?!" 'I better tell him… I'm too gorgeous to die! But I want to see him naked tomorrow as well…'
"I don't have them! I swear on my life!" Of course it's a lie… 'I did enjoy seeing him naked… And that cock… Ohh, that cock…' My erotic thoughts stopped when Russia swung his pipe into my chest, making me scream in pain as I heard my ribs crack. "R- Russia! Please! Stop!" Tears were pouring out of my eyes; the pain was unbearable.
He grinned that childish grin again… So evil… He started to rummage through his drawers and pulled out a knife. "If this is so precious to you…" He paused to grab my dick. He started cutting into it, making me scream out for him to stop. It was only a shallow cut with little blood loss from it, but it felt worse than the broken ribs. "You will tell me where me clothes are."
'I give up… After all, I can't possibly have sex with my Eiffel Tower, non?' "Okay, okay!" I squeaked. "L- Let me go and I'll show you!" He pulled the knife away and slashed at the ropes, letting them fall to the ground before I stood up and scurried to the window. I pointed out of it, confident. "I chucked them down there…"
He looked out of the window at the ground. A purple aura formed around him and a few 'kols' escaped his lips. He held the knife up, an angry, scary look on his face. "You lied, da? My clothes aren't there… Kiss your dick good-bye because you'll never see it again!"
