Chapter 3

Why?

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Toris rolled over groaning on the cold hard floor, his back and ass aching. He gasped when he saw Alfred's face right in front of his face. Alfred was still sleeping, his breath was broken and his face was contorted. Toris slowly picked himself up, wincing at his hind pain. He was still bleeding from his ass but he ignored when he saw Matthew's state. He hurriedly went to Matthew's aid. Matthew's face was pale and he was panting lightly. His breath short and quick. He was lying on his front so his rear was easily visible. It was a wreck. It was stretched out by the matryoshka that was holding the cum inside him. It was slowly being sucked in by the bleeding ass. The wood of the matryoshka was stained red from the internal bleeding Matthew was experiencing.

Toris unplugged the matryoshka and blood spurt out of Matthew. Toris gasped and held Matthew in bridal style and ran downstairs to the Baltics bedroom.

"Estonia! Estonia!" Toris barged through the door, panting and naked.

"Tori…?! Clothes! Matthew?!" Estonia was too shocked to make proper sentences.

"Take me to the hospital, now! We need it!"

"Eh? U-uh, yeah!"

Estonia ran to the wardrobe and changed his clothes and chucked two sets of random clothing at the two naked half-conscious men. Latvia was still sleeping happily in his bed. Toris was glad.

'At least he's still pure…' Toris thought.

Estonia rushed out of the room to grab the car keys that were on the dinner table. Toris who was still carrying Matthew followed. Behind them was a limping America who seemed to have been awaken by the running. He realized what was happening and immediately tended to Toris. They all toppled into the car and drove off.

They ran into the hospital. By the time they reached a doctor Toris immediately collapsed on the floor.

Matthew had internal bleeding and so did Toris. Both of their insides were torn badly and had to get stitching. Estonia was told to leave for now as they will probably have to stay there for a while. Estonia was also told that they were not to use their rear for any sexual purposes until they heal and return to normal which would probably take up to a few months. They were ripped pretty badly. Not like Estonia could actually control their usage but…

Toris and Matthew were brought to the surgical room for stitching and care, Estonia was sitting outside with an agitated America who was squirming around, sometimes he would stand up and pace around in front of the surgical room then sit back down again. Estonia set with his head down, anticipating the voice of the doctor to echo out from the room. It had been 3 hours since they arrived at the hospital. The sun was setting outside the glazed window beside them. America had fell asleep from all the anxiety he was exerting and was leaning on Estonia's shoulder. Just when Estonia began to drift off, the nurse emerged from the stained glass and gave them a smile and waved them in. Estonia lightly shook America causing him to wake and drag his feet, following Estonia into the room.

Toris and Matthew were both lying motionless on the beds, breathing shallowly. The doctor smiled and brought a finger to his lips to prevent America from jumping onto Matthew. Estonia and America slowly approached the men who were sleeping in such a peaceful manner, so peaceful that it felt… foreign to them. Almost enough to make them think they weren't breathing anymore. America was caressing Matthew's head ever so lightly within his arms and chest sweetly whispering his lover's name into his ear. Estonia was shocked by America's actions, it's too rare to see such a sensitive Alfred. So caring and loving. He was holding Matthew as though he were newly weaved silk.

Estonia judiciously approached Toris who looked like he was in pain. He lightly touched Toris's clenched fist and stroked it lightly in a soothing manner. He gave it a light kiss and nuzzle allowing Toris to finally loosen up his grip. The doctor patted him on the back and lightly pushed him aside, he quietly told him that they were going to bring them back into their private rooms. He gave Estonia and America permission to accompany them.

They travelled through many corridors and an elevator before reaching the VIP floor, 12th floor. Their rooms were placed next to each other. Room 1208 and 1209. They pushed their beds into the rooms. Estonia and America followed their respective friends and decided to stay for the night.

The rooms were very large, room for two double sized beds, a small kitchen, a large bathroom and two sofas. It was already 9:00pm once they finally settled down into their rooms and ended their day.

It was the 3rd day since Toris and Matthew's hospitalization and Russia was starting to feel aggravated. It been way too long for him to resist his urges to break down Toris's hospital door and just fuck him… He needed sexual release and Toris has always been the perfect partner. Not too serious not too childish, looked beautiful and acted perfectly obedient once action starts. He was itching for Toris's body and just couldn't resist. Estonia hadn't been home since that day either.

"Estonia sure has courage to leave you alone with me… Latvia. I guess he really doesn't care for you now does he?" He teased Latvia.

Latvia was whimpering as Russia slowly approached him.

'Why hasn't Estonia picked up my phone calls and doesn't return home…?' Latvia was imagining all sorts of situations, frightening himself one after another thought.

Russia was bored and tired of teasing Latvia. He cries too easily and doesn't retaliate at all. Too dull and he's just too innocent.

Russia sighs and leaves the house for the second car and drives to the hospital, irritated. He reaches the reception and asks where Toris's room was. The receptionist was very suspicious and hesitant however fear and intimidation took over her causing her to spout out the room number for Toris without even asking for their relationship. She covered her mouth in shock once she realised the huge mistake she had committed. Russia smiled and thanked her before heading towards the elevator. He arrived on the 12th floor, grinning happily. He stood around the corner from Room 1208 waiting for Estonia to pop out from the room to buy breakfast. He was always strict with meal times. He was correct, Estonia immediately exited exactly on 8:00am. Russia watched him leave from a distance and went towards the door of the room as soon as Estonia disappeared around the corner. The door was not locked for medical reasons.

Ivan's loud bumping footsteps alerted Toris.

"Estonia?" the worried voice of Toris streamed from the back room.

Russia simply chuckled but kept silent.

"I've come to visit you, my dear Toris."

Toris shifted back against the headboard, his breathing starts to become rough. Toris was traumatized, his body refused to do anything but shiver and tremble under Ivan's dark presence. Afraid to move or say anything he just sat there, trembling and looking down, begging in his mind for Alfred or Estonia or anyone to save and rescue him.

Ivan walked towards him, reaching out his hand towards Toris's head causing him to flinch into the wall. Ivan smirked. Toris winced down into the hospital bed and shivered, squeezing his eyes shut. Ivan reached towards his face and forced Toris to face him by lifting his chin up. Toris refused to look at him. He closed his eyes and refused to open causing him to be slapped in the face by Ivan's think and large hand.

"Do not avoid me!"

Toris became teary from the newly formed bruise on his delicate face. Tears fall from his emerald green eyes and flow down his face.

"I-I'm very … sorry…" Toris whispers, biting down on his bleeding lip.

"Sorry, what?"

Toris gave him a questioning look, "Eh? Umm… Sorry… Master"

Ivan smiled and forcefully locked lips with Toris. More tears pour out of Toris's eyes. He lightly pushes Ivan's torso away but he vigorously pins Toris's arms above the metal headboard, marking his wrists with red grip marks.

Toris's head was pushed back against the metal allowing him to free his right hand. He pushed through the thick blankets to grope Toris's cock making him moan into Ivan's mouth.

Ivan shuffled between Toris's legs to force them open. His hands slid down from his crotch to his ass as he slips his hand into Toris's pants and begins to stroke his hole and wiggle his two dry fingers into him. Toris tightens around the foreign object and cry out in pain as his healing insides were being stretched out again.

"M-Master, please! I'm still…"

He was shushed by Ivan shoving nearby clothing into his mouth, glaring daggers at Toris's blurred eyes. Toris furiously shook his head, silently complaining.

Four fingers had made its way into Toris's sour ass, twisting and turning around. Ivan laughed as soon as Toris swung his head back in both ecstasy and pain. Ivan sped up the speed of his shoving and thrusting of his hand.

Suddenly pulling all four fingers out at once causing Toris to cum and scream.

Ivan removed his belt below his coat and tightened it crudely around Toris's already bruised wrists, securing it around the headboard.

Ivan chuckled at Toris's limp, panting body. Ivan pulled Toris up and strip off his clothes off of him and threw them beside the bed. Ivan quickly unzipped his pants and plunges his cock into Toris's gaping hole. Toris screamed in shock, crying from his stretched out, bleeding hole that had not yet been healed.

Ivan began to thrust vigorously into the limp body, completely ignoring Toris's screams of pain and agony. Ivan gradually sped up his swift movement and thrusts balls-deep into Toris.

With each move, Ivan pulled out completely then plunged his whole cock back in. At first, he moved slowly which the quickly sped up to continues pounding. The room was only filled with the creaking of the bed, Toris's screams and Ivan's groaning.

Until the creaking of the door interferes the sounds.