Warning; in this story Germany and Italy do not know each other and it is not set in WW2. it will have Hardcore scenes (Lemon Yaoi) in the later chapters. Purely made by Yaoi fan me3
Chapter one
The truck rattled around the corner and halted to a stop next to a wore-down building.
"Bekommen das Gepäck" ordered the big bulked German landing on the ground with a thump.
"Ja Ja" the other sighed.
The other German, who's clothes smelled of cigarettes, slid open the back of the truck and tucked a large wrapping of blankets under his arm.
A moan came from something inside and the German silenced it with a punch.
"Verdammter Idiot vorsichtig sein" the bulky German hissed as they walked through a broken down door towards darkness.
A few minutes later, under the abandoned building, a stage was set alight. The bundle of blankets was pulled free and tied up was a small Italian boy just into his six-teens.
The Italian let out a gasp as cold wind hit his naked body and the crowd let out a whoop.
"für die Auktion heute haben wir eine frisch gefangene Italienisch" Blared out a strong deep German accent behind the small shivering Italian.
"Jetzt lassen Sie uns beginnen! ab zehntausend".the German roared again and hands started raising. The Italian, though he had no idea as to what was happening, felt something vile and horrid start up his throat as the voices grew louder.
Finally only two hands continued to raise until one gave up and a victorious shout flew across the room.
The Italian boy felt sweat from the bright lights drip down his bare skin as a tall, large built, Aryan traited man stalked up onto the stage and placed a leash around the Italians neck.
"N-No!" the Italian protested only to receive a red cheek as he was pulled off the stage and towards the back doors. The darkness took a hold of his mind and soon the voices speaking heavy German faded away.
The next morning the Aryan traited German was sitting in the kitchen waiting for breakfast when the Italian came stammering in, placing a mug of beet besides the line of forks.
"Say something" the German spoke slowly as the Italian boy turned around.
"Ah-um-I-" he stuttered and the German sighed.
"What is your name".
"F-Feliciano" the Italian replied curtsying slightly, his face red.
"My name is Ludwig".
Feliciano jumped at the German's words and smiled happily.
"Grazie Ludwig".
Ludwig looked up, his blonde eyebrow raising questionably.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Why? You saved me from those scary people yesterday so to that, I thank you!" Feliciano smiled and Ludwig sighed.
"You don't know anything do you?"
"Know what Ludwig?"
The German hesitated for a moment then decided not to speak further.
"If that is all Ludwig I-"
"Call me Master instead, i don't like people calling me by mein birth name" The German continued to drink.
Feliciano nodded, turned but was to floppy and felt something hard hit his knuckles.
'Argg! ficken!" the German man shouted out.
"What is it Lu-Master?!"
"Der drink, you spilt it on mein clothes!"
Feliciano shivered in fear as the German stood up, a dark aura surrounding him as he walked over to the Italian.
"i-I sorry M-Master" Feliciano whimpered, soon cowering on the ground, staring down in fear as the German approached.
"face me!" He ordered.
Feliciano turned to the German but averted his eyes in fear of being scorched by fury.
"Take them off".
"W-What!?"
"Mein clothes, they are dirty" Ludwig glared down at the Italian who whimpered in fear. One button at a time, the shirt was loosened; the bulge of muscles from intense training and fair skin was gradually exposed.
One of Feliciano's trembling fingers brushed against Ludwig abs and the German jumped back.
"I-I'll get mein self unchanged actually, just wait at mein door".
The Italian watched oblivious as Ludwig walked away brushing his hands over his face in annoyance.
Feliciano finished washing the stain of strong smelling beer from his masters clothes then walked solemnly up to Ludwig's room.
he knocked twice but nobody answered so the Italian grew nervously anxious.
He walked in and the newly cleaned clothes fell to the floor. Feliciano covered his eyes, a blush appearing on his face.
Ludwig stood in the shower, the door not closed and the bubbles washing away to reveal glowing skin.
The Italian couldn't help but look in awe as the German washed his entire pale body. Hands twice the size of Feliciano's slid down the arms and legs, rubbed between the butt cheeks and over the chest, moving down and down until bubbles appeared on the naked pene. (Italian for Penis).
The German turned and caught the Italian standing frozen in the middle of the master bedroom, his jaw hanging and eyes widened.
"F-Feliciano!"
"Ah!" Feliciano gasped as the German trudged over with heavy wet footprints.
"How long have you been here!" Ludwig shouted, his face growing hot. He grabbed the Italian before he sank to the floor again then threw him onto the bed.
"I-I am sorry, Master! I-It was an accident!" Feliciano cried out as the German pinned him down. The naked thigh of Ludwig rubbed against the Italians pene hard causing Feliciano to gasp. His small body could not over power the Germans, still, Feliciano struggled.
Tears sprung from his eyes and the German forced the Italian to look at him. Tears rolled down Feliciano's cheeks and continued along the side of the Germans fingers.
Ludwig glared into Feliciano's sparkling hazel eyes.
"You need to be punished" the German spoke as Feliciano cried harder.
Something inside Ludwig made him flinch and he slowly retreated.
"M-Master?" the Italian sobbed.
"For the rest of the week you are to clean the tanks spotless".
The German turned and picked up the fallen clothes, throwing them at the Italian then returning back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. He rubbed his head, a vision of the crying Italian growing more vivid by the second.
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered and went back to showering.
Feliciano on the other side of the door wiped his eyes then bolted from the room, running to an abandoned shed. There he cried his eyes out, sobbing the names of his family members who probably haven't even realised he was gone.
thanks for reading^_^ chapter two will be released soon^_^ and thank you to the people who read this^_^ 3
translations- Get the luggage
-Be careful fucking idiot
-for auction today we have a freshly caught Italian
-Now let's begin! from ten thousand
-argg! Fuck!