Ludwig Beilschmidt was at an interesting point in his life. He couldn't really call it a midlife crisis, considering he was only in his early twenties, but he really was having a hard time coming to terms with how his life had played out so far. The trial and error of his love with Italy, the emotional roller coaster, the barriers that had been put up between him and the people he once called friends. It was so confusing, and Germany didn't know how to deal with all of those things.
His therapist had suggested something to take his mind off of his current situation, like a job, a hobby, or more therapy sessions. Well, Germany's hobbies tended to get him in interesting spots, usually court, so he tried to stray from that route. And Germany didn't think his therapist really cared about him anyway.
So that left Germany to his last option, and ultimately to where he was standing right at this moment. He had gotten a job.
As a beekeeper.
A job in which he had zero experience, but that was beside the point. His employer didn't know that he wasn't Nicky Elmer, a young boy who had been working with bees since he was 11. And Nicky Elmer probably didn't realize he had left his resume in the printer at a local copy shop.
But none of that mattered, because here Germany was, working with thousands of bees. His job wasn't difficult; pull the beehives out of their slots, and insert them into a machine which would extract the honey from the honeycombs. Easy. But after a while, the same motion started to become boring for Germany. Every moment he spent extracting honey felt like another brick being placed on his heart, slowing him down even more. What started out as a way to pump life back into his existence, it turned into something that sucked even more from him. He wanted something new.
One day, the idea struck him.
He was nervous. Not only was it dangerous, but it was on someone else's property. He feel invigorated by what he was going to do. He felt whole.
He slowly pulled out a honeycomb. The bees crawled over it pleasantly, not knowing what was about to disrupt their happy lives. The buzz the bees made as he lifted their home made Germany unabashedly erect. He rolled off his bicycle shorts, giving the beehive a seductive look. He lowered the honeycomb down, down...
The sensation of the ridges of the honeycomb against Germany's mutilated penis was heavenly. Germany rubbed his dick all over the honeycomb for 5 seconds. He could feel his orgasm coming.
The first sting was a surprise. The bees were seemingly so surprised by the intrusion that they didn't even know how to respond for a while. Germany didn't think they would sting, rather fly away. But oh, was it a welcomed feeling. The bee stings raised painful red bumps on his dick, which scraped pleasantly with each thrust. Germany came with a loud roar of pathetic desperation.
It was over, and Germany was just as alone as ever. Every time he did this, he thought somehow it would make up for his empty excuse of a life. But it never does.
The end