Captain Kirkland traced his gloved hand down Alfred's jawline. The intimate touch made Alfred avert his eyes, still not used to…well, all of this. His mind was split in what it wanted to do as if it were congress. Part of him wanted to put up a fight and not go down so easily, even though he knew he ultimately couldn't resist too much due to the consequences that had already been laid out before him. The other part of him just wanted to give in to what his body was already beginning to feel. He…didn't necessarily mind feeling Arthur's touch sometimes...
The imperial red of England's coat was beginning to remind America more and more of that old uniform of his, just needing a white sash to complement the outfit and they would have been back in 1776. It commanded authority, and Alfred didn't want to admit to himself just how much he enjoyed the thought of letting the control slip from his hands for a small while…
"I can't wait to take a tour of my new territory," Arthur grinned. He gave Alfred space from the wall and turned him in order to unlock the handcuffs that had rendered Alfred's strength so useless.
America knew better than to hope for escape, even at the sound of the chains being taken off. They were out in the middle of the ocean with nowhere for Alfred to run, barely any space to hide. He would end up being the crew's entertainment for the night if he made an attempt to get away. Even if he took out the ship's captain, he doubted he could get the entire crew to side with him. Arthur knew this, which is why he could take off Alfred's restraints without worry; though he wasn't planning on letting Alfred have that freedom for long.
England captured his prisoner's mouth in a kiss, catching America off guard. He hadn't been expecting the pirate to do anything intimate in that sort of sense; England had acted like he was only interested in America for his body. Alfred was hesitant, just barely allowing England to nudge his tongue inside. England's hand held the back of America's head, not letting him go. He caressed Alfred's tongue with his own, exploring every part of his toy's mouth.
Alfred tried to catch his breath as the kiss broke. "You seem to…have had some practice…but could still use some more," He smirked at the pirate captain who had never mentioned anything about being punished for insults.
"You seem to have never had any practice. I would even peg you as a virgin. Is this your first time?" the Captain smirked back with even more confidence.
Alfred's cheeks heated and he stuttered as he tried to defend himself. "N-No! I've done these things plenty of times! You're the one who doesn't know what he's doing. I barely felt a thing!" Alfred in fact rarely had such intimate encounters. The last time he could remember was a few years back with Matthew. There was little logic in having such relations with regular humans, and nations didn't often find themselves in the company of others like them unless they were at an international meeting. And then there was the fact that they couldn't reproduce, so that human instinct to mate wasn't really present in their biology. Sexual tension just bubbled up a lot less, but it made sense considering how long they lived. A few years for a nation isn't even a week in a human's lifespan. Though if he was out at sea day after day like this with little to do, he could see the desire appearing much more frequently. The touches Alfred had received so far already reignited his body's need, even as he was still actively trying to deny it.
"I can tell you're lying just from the red on your face." England leaned in and dragged his warm tongue up the shell of America's ear, who hadn't been expecting such a feeling. The touch made America shiver. His skin was so sensitive that it was easy to get him to react. "And now the red has risen from your cheeks all the way up to the tip of your ears. How cute," England chuckled with amusement.
Alfred gave a light glare to try to keep from looking like he enjoyed this, but his blushing face was clear evidence of what his body was really feeling. Deep down, he knew that he didn't want England to stop. But he would have sex with that tentacle monster before he admitted such a thing to Arthur! …and himself.
Arthur stepped closer to Alfred, bringing Alfred's thoughts to the here and now. The American stepped backwards without thinking. He was busy trying to figure out Arthur's plans. The pirate took another step and again Alfred unconsciously moved. The Captain licked his lips seductively which distracted Alfred from what he was really doing. Alfred wasn't known for paying attention to every detail of a moment, which is why the pirate was able to guide Alfred backwards until his legs hit the bed. Upon realizing what was behind him, his heart beat even faster.
England leaned into Alfred's ear. "Get onto your back and take off your clothes." The teasing nature of England's voice wasn't there this time. His voice had changed to that of someone in command who wanted something. Alfred knew better than to refuse.
The bed was much more comfortable than the floor of the brig, the thought passively coming to mind as Alfred climbed onto the mattress. He looked over at Arthur who was still patiently waiting for Alfred to strip. His hands wanted to shake as he slowly shed each piece of clothing, but Alfred wasn't going to let the pirate have the satisfaction of seeing how embarrassed he was. The destroyed shirt came off first. It easily slid down Alfred's muscled and tanned skin, which Arthur was already imagining underneath him. Alfred's shoes had been kicked off long ago when he was first captured and put in that cell. He couldn't delay it any longer as his hands reached for his jeans, slowly sliding them off. Alfred looked away, not wanting to show how embarrassed and self-conscious he felt as his body was revealed to the pirate. The thin fabric of his boxers was all that was left between the Captain and the full sight of Alfred.
"Beautiful…" England said, mesmerized by America's body. He reached out a gloved hand and graced it down America's chest. Alfred initially flinched as he was touched. Though he secretly almost enjoyed England's caresses (possibly not minding the gloves either…), he still felt the singe of humiliation from giving up his body like this, and it didn't help that America kept lying to himself about how he felt.
"Don't worry, poppet. I promise you that you'll feel more pleasure than you ever knew possible. You'll be begging on your hands and knees for more, and I'll give it to you like the selfless gentleman I am."
America wanted to point out that England was FAR from selfless, and "gentleman" was a very questionable description after all he'd done to America in just the past few days.
England opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a length of rope, which he then used to tie America's hands above his head to the intricately detailed headboard. Though he knew America wouldn't-and couldn't-run, he wanted to have the dominance that came with having his toy tied up and vulnerable. He absolutely loved the powerful feeling it gave him, and America looked so cute when helpless. He couldn't help but grin devilishly at the sight of Alfred tied up, tanned muscles and all.
The Captain was already on top of his captive, his hands and knees on either side of Alfred to further pin the man beneath him. Finally, he was able to do what he wished with his territory. It had taken long enough. England began to lick, suck, and nibble the expanse of skin now available to him. Alfred's breath hitched as he felt a tongue twirl around one of his perked nipples, probably his most sensitive spot after his curl. The feeling caused Alfred to involuntarily arch his back. Arthur grinned at the sight and the delicious sounds of Alfred's strangled moans. He could tell that the lad was doing everything he could not to give him the pleasure of hearing any noise come out of his mouth, which just made it even more pleasurable every time one escaped.
"Look at how much you're enjoying this. It's so cute how thoroughly your body is begging for me now when only a few minutes ago you had been so defiant. What happened, love?" Arthur chuckled and continued to lick and kiss Alfred's nipple after finding it such a sensitive spot to teasing. He hadn't even wrapped his lips around the nub yet Alfred was already whimpering and doing everything he could not to cry out. Every whimper granted Alfred another long, teasing lick from Arthur's tongue. The warm and wet muscle sent sparks of pleasure straight to the pit of Alfred's stomach and up the American's spine. He had forgotten just how sensitive his skin was. Alfred had begun to blush even harder after opening his eyes to look at the Englishman just to find Arthur's eyes looking right back at him, tongue still flicking at Alfred's chest. He was embarrassed at even the thought of someone watching him react to such pleasure, and the real thing made his face heat up even more.
The panting and heavy breaths, soft red cheeks, and parted lips concentrating hard on not allowing any sound to escape told England that he already had his pet in the palm of his hands, but he wanted to make sure America remembered this. When America looked back on this memory, he wanted him to remember just how vulnerable he was. He was going to make Alfred unable to ignore the lustful desire his body was feeling. Arthur couldn't wait to hear him beg. He chuckled ominously as he imagined it.
The pirate stopped for just a moment to rummage through that drawer again, this time pulling out a small vial that was filled with some sort of powder. Alfred's face paled. He had opened his mouth to ask Arthur what was in the glass container when a hand clamped down on Alfred's face. His eyes opened wide in fear, worry forcing his body on edge. He had no clue what Arthur was planning or what was in that bottle.
"Don't worry, love. This will help you relax." Arthur's other hand that was holding the vial brought the powdery substance up to Alfred's face. Without the availability of his mouth, Alfred was forced to breathe through his nose if he didn't want to faint from lack of oxygen. He fought Arthur's grip, trying to move away from the vial. Though he writhed and shook, squirming underneath England's hand, it was inevitable. As an empire, Arthur rivaled Alfred's strength. The superpower couldn't even break free of the rope that restrained his hands. It must have been reinforced with magic. He hadn't known Arthur could do that with rope too. Dammit!
America desperately tried to keep from breathing the substance England held to his face but his body couldn't keep it up any longer. Alfred's nose involuntarily breathed in the powder. It was completely odorless and he wasn't sure it even had any effect for a few seconds. That is, until he felt a warmth begin to spread in his body. He suddenly felt…so much warmer. His skin tingled at the faintest brush of contact. Alfred moved a little, his body desperately wanting…something! He was already afraid he knew what that drug had been when Arthur suddenly trailed his tongue down Alfred's chest, causing Alfred to cry out. He immediately shut his mouth tight. That same touch wouldn't have earned such a response earlier! That vial must have been—
"An aphrodisiac," the pirate commented, twirling the small bottle in his hand before shutting it with a cork and placing it back in the drawer. Alfred was wondering now if there was anything not related to sex in there.
"The drug works wonders when wanting to force someone to admit what they're truly feeling. I can tell that it's already working. You'll be feeling warm really soon, and eventually your skin will become twice as sensitive. You won't be able to keep yourself from listening to your desires. You'll be moaning from my every touch," Arthur smirked. He couldn't wait to watch his toy finally break and give in to the pleasure, and this toy was especially defiant too.
"I-I don't feel…nng…a-anything!" Alfred struggled against the restraints. Even though he was stuck on this ship, he didn't want to be unable to escape from this position, especially now that he wasn't sure if he could even keep control of himself! He desperately wanted not to lose all of his pride. He couldn't let himself give in! He didn't want to but the desire for further touch was already rising. If Arthur could just…touch that one place for him!
England could see it on his face. America was wanting touch desperately but was still trying so hard not to give in. Such perseverance! If only America knew that the inner fight of not losing control was what England loved. He enjoyed watching his pet unable to deny the pleasure and eventually beg for more—for him. America was doing exactly what he wanted. England savored the power he felt already as he watched America bite his lip, refusing to ask for anything of the sort.
"You seem to be needing something… Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" The smile displayed on Arthur's face was devious and seemed to not even fully express just how much he was enjoying the situation. He knew exactly what Alfred was wanting and it was obvious to the both of them, but he was determined to make the man admit it out loud.
"Yeah, I-I'd like…nn…to be untied…if you will," Alfred asked as if he had the choice. England would have to be an idiot if he thought America was EVER going to give in to him!
"Oh, really? Well then, I guess I'll go ahead and get some work done," the Captain said in an innocent tone of voice. He got up off the bed and took two steps towards the opposite side of the room where his desk and maps were located when Alfred yelled out "Wait! I…um…"
"Hm?"
"Err…" The trapped nation looked away from Arthur's eyes, shifting a little in the bed as if trying to get friction between his legs. He couldn't…h-he absolutely couldn't ask for such things but the thought of being left dry like this was unbearable!
"Just…please…." Alfred felt so embarrassed to be saying these words. Damn that aphrodisiac! "…Arthurrr…"
England chuckled and walked back over to America. He decided to wait on making his toy beg for now. Arthur could tell that just those three words were hard enough for the lad to say. Once Alfred's pride was cracked and his body unable to deny any longer, then he would make his colony beg.
"You're lucky I'm such a generous Captain," Arthur leaned down and kissed Alfred's lips softly before moving to lightly kiss one of Alfred's perked nipples as well. The second kiss elicited a cute squeak from Alfred, who tried to act like he hadn't had a reaction to the touch.
England's hand travelled down America's chest, creeping towards the edge of America's boxers. His fingers teasingly slid underneath the band but didn't go any further. He watched America's reactions to his touches. Though Alfred's mind was trying to be dishonest, his body had abandoned that ship long ago. Finally, he took the fabric and slowly pulled it down, slipping it off Alfred's body entirely to land on the wooden floor. The air hit Alfred's now exposed cock and made him all the more aware of his lack of clothing. It only emphasized the fact that the pirate captain was still fully clothed. Alfred noticed the jewels glimmering from the speckled rays of light that hit them. There was even a few gold rings around Arthur's gloved fingers. They were each donned with an emerald that only suited the uniform because of the vibrant color of Arthur's eyes. Alfred found that the pirate's eyes refused to be silent and were one of the most striking parts of England's appearance, besides the eyebrows and blonde hair, of course. America came back to his senses and tried to maneuver his legs as if to cover himself, now even more self-aware of his nakedness, but Arthur pushed down on his knees to keep him from being able to do so.
"Such a cute sight. I wasn't expecting you to be this big," Arthur said teasingly. Alfred fumed at the disguised insult.
"Oh yeah? And how big is yours, huh?! I doubt yours even comes close!"
The Captain didn't even reply to Alfred's attempt at an insult, instead letting his hand fall onto his captive's inner thigh, effectively quieting the colony. America sucked in a breath as England's fingertips graced the sensitive skin there. Every touch sent feeling straight to Alfred's cock. He was beginning to desperately want attention there even more so than before. The simple caresses to every area around that one specific spot were becoming torturous. Each one made Alfred just a little more desperate and the grip on his pride loosen. He let out a small mewl. It was a pitiful sound, almost barely even there, as if it had been purposefully whispered. But Arthur knew without a doubt that he had heard it.
"You're so greedy for not being in control. I have you tied up and stranded on a ship in the middle of the North Sea, yet you keep eyeing my hands hoping your glances will suffice for spoken words." England trailed his fingertips across America's skin. The leather gloves were a permanent reminder of who was in control, and that person was not Alfred.
America thought about England's comment for a moment but wasn't able to dwell on his words; Arthur was very distracting. It felt like it had been ages (and this was coming from a nation, mind you), but finally—finally—he felt a hand grasp his cock. It just stayed there, palming him and not giving much relief, but...fuck. It felt so good after how much Arthur had teased him, all of the gentle caresses so close to that one spot but never ending up close enough to touch there. Alfred bit his lip to keep from moaning and nearly pierced his skin from how hard he had to bite.
"You seem to like it when I touch here. Or should I—" England was about to take back his hand when America shouted.
"PLEASE, for the love of all that is good, do not fucking take that hand away, dammit!"
England had not been expecting to hear America say that at all but he didn't question it. Instead, he smirked like he was all that and a bag of chips (or crisps, in this case?). Arthur stroked Alfred's cock diligently as a reward for admitting, even if he hadn't begged per se.
Alfred arched his hips. Though he was finally getting relief from Arthur's torture, it didn't cancel out the fact that the grip on his pride was slipping. The aphrodisiac was powerful and America was beginning to feel like he would do anything to satiate the feeling. He needed more—more than just this.
"Your expression is so cute," the pirate captain grinned as he worked Alfred's cock. He pulled out all the tricks, thumbing the slit expertly where precum had already begun to appear. America couldn't even work up the words to proclaim he wasn't cute at all, his mind could barely focus on anything except that there was a hand wrapped around his cock and that it felt amazing.
The blissful reward came as quickly as it left. England's hand fell away, America's whimper not going unnoticed. He had the colony exactly where he wanted him. America was confused as to why the pleasure stopped when suddenly he felt England crawl closer until his crotch was right in front of the trapped nation's face. America was stuck with England's weight on top of his chest now combined with the magic-infused restraints. At least now he didn't feel as exposed since Arthur was no longer looking at the rest of his body.
"What are—" Alfred didn't even have time to finish the question before he saw Arthur unbutton his trousers and he got his answer. Realization dawned on his face as if he had been hit in the head with a brick.
"I'm going to enjoy the warm feeling of your mouth as you pleasure me. Did you not realize what I had brought you into my room for?" Arthur reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It definitely was not as big as Alfred's, not in the slightest, nope. And that was not a lie either…
"You mentioned earlier that you doubted I came close in size but I think it's fairly obvious who's bigger, love. Unless you don't see these added centimeters of mine."
Dammit.
Arthur stroked his cock in front of Alfred's face. The image of England still in his captain's uniform, complete with leather boots, gloves, and his feathered hat, while he confidently stroked his cock where America couldn't avert his eyes...it was almost impossible for him to deny how much it turned him on. Alfred's cheeks were a red that rivaled England's coat.
"Are you getting a good look, pet?" Arthur thumbed himself and slowly teased his cock, almost emphasizing what he was doing as Alfred couldn't pry his eyes away. England moaned lowly before resting the tip against America's lips. Being so close to the man's face, it wasn't possible for America to move his head away. "How about you give it a little lick and show me what you can do, poppet?" There was a grin on England's face as he said those words, obviously not going to let America refuse.
It really was inevitable. America knew that his options were limited. He could either comply and get this all over with, or stay there with his mouth shut tight until he found out if Arthur's tentacle monster threat was a bluff. He couldn't see a reasonable way out of this and his body was pleading for attention as it was. Though his pride stung from the decision…this was better than the alternatives.
"Oh, that's a good lad." England basked in the feeling of America's warm mouth slowly opening to allow him inside. Alfred was ready to finish all of this as soon as possible. He tried desperately to block out the humiliating feelings as he began to move his head back and forth, pleasuring Arthur's cock. His tongue lapped at the underside, occasionally licking the tip as his head moved back. The better he pleasured Arthur, the sooner this would be done. Alfred reminded himself of this every time he felt his willingness could be mistaken as eagerness by an onlooker, though somewhere in the far back of his mind delighted in being used by Arthur like this.
Alfred had only been sucking Arthur's cock for a few minutes when Arthur grabbed Alfred's head and took matters into his own hands, starting to thrust in and out of Alfred's awaiting mouth. America had to attempt not to choke as his throat was assaulted, taking England deeper than he had been before. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying not to focus on what his mouth was being used for, when suddenly he felt something appear inside of him, stretching his entrance, and begin to vibrate. He had no clue what was going on or how but the vibrations caused him to involuntarily moan around Arthur's cock. The small vibrating object was only a smidge too far to be touching his prostate. It seemed England's torturous teasing hadn't ended yet, assuming this was his doing. Of course, Arthur knew all of these sexual spells but never once learned one for time travel. Just America's luck.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself down there. Do you really like the taste of my cock that much?" Alfred narrowed his eyes at the smirk being given to him, though his glare was interrupted as the vibrations suddenly became stronger. He gave another moan, unable to stay quiet with his mouth open wide around Arthur's cock. The vibrations caused pleasure to ripple through his body, which in turn just made Arthur's experience even more enjoyable. He was beginning to wonder when the vibrations would increase next when suddenly England's movements stopped, still deep in America's throat. Alfred watched as Arthur threw his head back in pleasure, spending himself in such a way that Alfred was forced to swallow everything lest he choke. As Arthur pulled out, one last spurt of cum made its way free and painted Alfred's face. The white substance dripped from America's glasses onto his cheeks. Alfred was going to spit out the semen that had dribbled onto his lips but the pirate held Alfred's chin firmly, forcing America to lick up the cum with his tongue.
England used a cloth from the bedside table to clean up America's glasses. "You pleasured me well, lad. I'm surprised you don't do this for a living! I can see you having men lined up for your services all night long."
"Quiet…" Alfred grumbled. He had only done it to get things over with quicker, nothing more!
Now that he'd made the pirate come, he noticed that the vibrations had stopped as well, but his own needs certainly hadn't. He was still hard and longing for contact. Darn that aphrodisiac!
"You know, you really do look so cute like this, as much as you try to deny it." Arthur graced his hand down Alfred's cheek before leaning in and leaving a gentle kiss on his neck. The light touch of his lips made Alfred shiver. England left another gentle kiss a little lower on America's neck, this time nibbling and licking the spot with his tongue. His hand glided down and found Alfred's member again, stroking it at an even slower pace than before.
"Arthur, please—nn…please hurry and finish what you're going to do with me." The attention to his cock was going to drive Alfred crazy if the teasing foreplay continued.
"I think someone is trying to get what they want without admitting it first." England's tongue circled the mark he had made on America's neck, trailing up to Alfred's jawline and then to tease his pink ear. He let the sensitive skin there experience the warm and wet feeling, giving fleeting licks to the shell of Alfred's ear every once in a while.
"I…fine—just…please can you finish what you started already?"
"What is it that you want?" A fingertip traced patterns on Alfred's inner thigh.
"Arthurrr, come on! Don't do this to me!" Alfred whined.
"I don't know what you want unless you tell me, love." England smirked again, having noticed how the nickname affected his pet.
America's face was bright red from embarrassment. He was pinned underneath England still without clothes and wanting desperately to tape his mouth shut so he wouldn't have to say a word, but he knew that the other could be just as stubborn as him. He was going to be stuck here until the pirate got what he wanted. There was no way around it…
"…...plstkm…." Alfred mumbled as quietly as he could.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Arthur smiled, knowing exactly what Alfred was trying to say.
"…..ples tke me…." the nation mumbled a little louder.
"Still couldn't hear you, poppet," England grinned. He leaned in a little closer as if to hear America better.
"I said…p-please…take…me…" Every word resisted leaving Alfred's mouth. America turned his head to try to hide his face and keep from looking at England. If it was possible, America's cheeks seemed to become even redder.
Arthur smiled like someone who'd won a bet. "Of course, my dear colony." Alfred wisely kept himself from arguing that he wasn't anyone's colony, especially Arthur's. Oh man, when he got back to the present Arthur was going to get his ass kicked TWICE.
The pirate rummaged back in his sex drawer (there was no other word for it, Alfred decided. It was a fricking sex drawer. Show him proof that there was something not related to sex in there. Prove it! Yeah, that's what he thought). England scavenged for a moment before pulling out what looked to be some sort of lube made of oils and other slippery stuff. Who knew what they used back then…back now. There could have been butter in that 'lube' for all Alfred knew. There was no FDA in the time of pirates.
America may have been trying to distract himself from how embarrassed he was.
England slicked his hand with the lubricant before pressing a finger against America's entrance in warning and slowly pushing inside. Alfred tensed but tried to relax his muscles. It was just going to hurt more if he didn't relax. Arthur waited for Alfred to adjust, the latter not having expected his patience. In fact, America was surprised England was preparing him at all with how the pirate had been taking anything he wanted.
A second finger inched its way inside, England's hand now scissoring America. He took some time to thrust his fingers in and out, stretching him, and then finally inserted a third finger. Arthur knew the preparation was important to help keep Alfred from feeling unnecessary pain. This wasn't a punishment, after all. Though a fierce Captain, Arthur didn't hurt anyone unless it was needed. A crew might obey their Captain due to fear but loyalty isn't born that way.
"A-Alright, I'm ready." Alfred had been uneasy at first but eventually the pain subsided enough for his body to remind him what it wanted.
"Don't worry, lad. I've never not satisfied someone in bed. I'm an utmost gentleman who knows how to pleasure his lass." England moved between America's legs and situated the nation just right, positioning himself at America's entrance. The other gave England another glare for the smug claim but didn't say anything, instead mentally preparing himself for what he knew was coming next.
Arthur leaned in and kissed Alfred softly on the cheek, a gentle and romantic gesture, to try to distract Alfred from the pain of pushing himself inside. Alfred wished he could grip the sheets—something—for purchase but his wrists were still restrained to the headboard. He clenched his jaw as Arthur's cock slowly made its way fully sheathed inside of him.
"You're lucky I'm desperate for contact right now because of that aphrodisiac," America bit out as he attempted to calm his muscles around the intrusion.
"I don't think you had a choice." The Captain needed to remind his captured territory just who had the power here. He gave America only a slim period of time to become accustomed to the stretch, biting his colony's shoulder as he started to thrust. The rhythm was rough and intense, England wanting to take what was his and America bearing the consequences of it, though the results quickly changed in America's favor as England finally hit America's sweet spot. Alfred abandoned his commitment to staying quiet, no longer able to do so as wave after wave of pleasure was driven through his body. The aphrodisiac only increased the feeling of his prostate being stimulated. Alfred gradually lost grip on his mind and could only focus on his need for the warm body pressing against him and filling him up so deliciously.
"So deep…Ar-…thur, nnn! Ah! More, please…Arthur!" Alfred's words were almost delirious. His arms pulled taut against the rope, wanting so badly to grab at the bed, at Arthur's coat, to wrap his arms around Arthur's neck and hold him so close that he could breathe in the scent of the sea that remained on the pirate's clothes.
England brushed his hand through America's hair lovingly, accidentally finding that pesky curl that never conformed to the rest of America's hair. Alfred cried out upon the touch, pulling even harder against his binds reflexively. The Captain was transfixed on the beauty of Alfred's face crying in pleasure, lips parted as if welcoming Arthur's own and eyes filled with need for England's body. He curled the cowlick around his finger, earning another delicious cry of "Please!" and "More!" Arthur's name slipped from Alfred's lips more times than he could count. It was like it was one of the only words Alfred knew how to say in the moment.
Arthur parked himself against Alfred's sweet spot to watch the other react to the unending pleasure. His mind was able to register one thought in the blurry mess that was his conscious in the midst of such bliss. Suddenly Alfred felt pressure around his member, looking down to see a ribbon that had magically appeared and tied around his cock.
"Noooo, Arthurrr…nnn-aah!" He could barely even manage to whine the other's name in his condition, sweet spot still continuously being assaulted.
"Beg for your Captain and then we'll see if I'll let you come." England bit and nibbled at America's neck, littering marks across the nation's skin. His tongue trailed down to America's chest, swirling around a nipple and teasing there.
"Please, Arthur, I…hah…! A-Aaah!" Alfred could barely register in his head that he was supposed to not want to submit, the last bit of resistance pulling at his sleeve. His back arched in response to the stimulation of his chest, wanting so much more.
Arthur only continued to tease Alfred, not moving to untie the ribbon. Alfred whined and whimpered, hoping Arthur would change his mind, but Arthur wouldn't give.
"A-Arthur…nn…please...please, Arthur, I want it so much. So badly…hah, nnn…please…!" America's words were only interrupted by his erratic breaths and the small noises in response to England's ministrations. He could barely do much more than say how deep inside England was and how good it felt. His mind refused to process words. "Ahn, deep…please…please, Arthur! Please, let me come! Fuck me so hard I can't stand tomorrow! Ah! I need to…c-come…so badly from your…delicious cock…'s so good…I want you so bad…hah! A-Ah, Arthur! Please…! Please, let me come, Arthur! C-Captain! Captain, please! Please, Captain Kirkland!" America rolled his hips trying to create movement. He couldn't care less about his pride now. He needed to come and he needed Arthur's cock balls deep inside of him. That was all that mattered.
England gave the most confident smirk he had all night. He began to thrust his cock inside of America again at last, kissing Alfred's neck gently with an "Anything for you, love," as if he hadn't been the one who forced the other to beg in the first place. There was no rhythm to his thrusts, both too concerned with finding the pleasure of orgasm than with anything else. England quickly undid the ribbon and started to pump America's cock in time with his thrusts. He whispered in America's ear "Pledge your loyalty to the British Empire! Scream the name of the country that owns you, pet! Scream it loud enough for my whole crew to hear your cries!" The pirate ravished Alfred's body as he continued to thrust inside his obedient colony and pump Alfred's cock to completion.
"Ahhh! E-…ENGLAND!" America screamed. Alfred arched his back once more as he came, cum spattering and now adorning his stomach. The sheets sullied underneath them in white as England milked every last spurt of cum America could give. The latter's muscles reflexively tightened around Arthur's cock, causing Arthur to thrust one last time before spilling his seed into Alfred's willing body. He pulled out just to stroke his cock a few last times to make sure every drop of cum landed on Alfred's entrance and then plunged back inside, thrusting his semen as deep into his territory as it would go. No ounce was wasted. Both expelled heavy breaths from exhaustion after fucking with such intensity. England smeared the ropes of cum on America's stomach with his gloved hand, bringing a few cum-slicked fingers to his lips to taste the combination of leather and Alfred's seed.
America was slowly coming back to his senses, still trying to catch his breath as he came down from the high. The sting of embarrassment was unable to be avoided as he realized all that he'd said.
"Are you done with my 'services' now?" It was the only thing Alfred could think of to ask. He wanted to take a shower and sleep. He wanted to sleep for the next three days until he could wake up without remembering the humiliation of having submitted to an empire, basically confirming to England that he was his colony. Why did he do that? Why did he lose all of his senses except the ones making him feel good? Alfred couldn't believe he had practically threw away his freedom, everything that made him "America". He gave Arthur exactly what he wanted.
England situated his cock back in his trousers and fixed his hat which had been sitting precariously on his head after all of their raucous movements. He took out a knife from his belt and began to cut the ropes binding America's wrists to the headboard. "Hm, for now. You were very enjoyable, lad. I take it from your moans and cries that you enjoyed yourself as well," Arthur said amusedly.
Alfred was relieved when his hands were freed, rubbing his wrists from the slight ache the rope had caused. Arthur gave Alfred a wet cloth to help clean himself up. America hadn't expected any help from the pirate at all, though he was even more surprised when a pair of trousers were placed next to him on the bed.
"Your old clothes aren't wearable anymore so you can have these."
Alfred gladly put them on and covered himself again. He felt much better not being completely naked in front of the pirate anymore, even if he still wasn't wearing a shirt.
Arthur helped Alfred up and placed his coat around Alfred's shoulders, allowing the nation some amount of privacy as he led Alfred back to the brig. The coat was warm and the scent of the sea and Arthur were still on it. England only took it back once they got to the brig and America was in his cell. Alfred's discarded shoes were the single indication that he was in the right one. Though Arthur took back his coat, he did so in exchange for a blanket. It was just one, no pillow included, and it wasn't the best blanket he had ever seen, but Alfred was astonished to be given one at all. For the past however many nights, he had been sleeping on the wooden floor without any form of comfort to help. From what America knew, being given a blanket as a prisoner from the Captain was generous and not something that happened often.
"I'll come fetch you the next time I need your company. One of my men will bring you food and water tomorrow since you've been obedient. But you best not forget that I won't hesitate to starve a captive who misbehaves." The captain closed the cell, hearing it automatically lock, and walked back up to the deck, the sound of his boots click-clacking on the wooden floor behind him.
America was glad to finally be left in peace. He didn't want to see the pirate's face for a long while. Hopefully Arthur, the real Arthur, would get him home soon. He missed the present even more now. Alfred huddled into the blanket on the floor. He was ready for a long night of rest, the short escape he had from this place through his dreams, but before closing his eyes he took a moment to look under the blanket at the silver key that laid in his palms. The sight made a smile spread across his face, the first one in what felt like a very long time. Arthur had done him more favors than he intended when he'd given Alfred his coat to wear. America squeezed the key tightly in his hand as if to reassure himself that it was real and still there. Though what reassured him most was that he'd soon again be the land of the free.