Ch. 11
"OH GOD, DO I HAVE TO SUCK YOUR COCK?" Alfred shouted in a high pitched panicky voice.
"Vhat? No… I mean, if you vant to, sure. But that's not vhat I vas aiming for." Ivan grinned. "Glad to know that's vere your mind is."
"Oh… sorry dude… you know, you being a homo and all." Alfred apologised, rubbing the back of his neck feeling like he just made an ass of himself, and now he's pretty sure that the rest of the base heard him. As if they already didn't hear him scream in his orgasm...
"Since you ripped my only English copy, I vill have to write a new one later. I am not happy about that…"
"Why dude? More practice to make your hand writing less girly!"
Ivan gave him a serious look. "You have to sit there and be still … and vatch."
"Watch what?"
Ivan whistled and yelled something out in Russian. Two large intimidating men in Soviet uniforms ran up, on one each side of Alfred. Ivan, grinning sadistically gave them a set of instructions. Alfred, damning once again he can't understand what he is saying, realised it dealt with him when they put their hands on his shoulder and held him down.
He then watched in horror as Ivan picked up the burger, his grin widening. Alfred tried to jump up in surprise and intercept the delicious, quite large, still hot and juicy burger from the fat Communist. The two men pushed him down violently into the chair making it creak.
"No! You wouldn't!" Alfred uttered in total shock. "Don't you dare harm that burger! That's mine!"
"Aa, but I had to pay quite a bit to get it made. Ve don't really make these out here in, vhat vould you call it? Commieland?" Ivan chuckled and smelled it. "Mmm, it smells so yummy."
"Don't you do it! Ivan! I'm warning you! That is my burger! MINE I tell you!"
Ivan ignored the fuming American struggling to break free to save the burger in distress from its impending digestion. Ivan kept eye contact with him the entire time he brought the burger closer to his face, opening his mouth wider and wider as it got closer. America clenched his fists and bared his teeth in a scowl. There was utter silence in the room as Ivan took the first bite into the burger, the tender meat juicing slightly. The only sounds in the room was the crunch of lettuce and the moans of delight Ivan let out.
"Mm! This is so delicious~" Ivan cooed. "Mm, I vonder vhy ve don't serve these here."
"Because you're sick, sick, backwards Communist BASTARDS!" Alfred barked. He glared at Ivan as he continued to watch him eat the burger slowly and loudly, making a huge deal about how delicious it is and how he's missing out on it.
"Mm! You know, I don't think I can finish this all~" Ivan whined with a smile. "It's just so big of a portion. My tiny Communist stomach from lack of food can't handle so much flavour! Oh vhat shall I do?" He spoke sarcastically.
"Does it matter? You sure as hell won't give it to me! You enjoy making me watch you eat it, you… you!"
"Commie?"
"YEAH!"
"Vell, vhat if I vas going to give it to you? Vhat vould you have done, then?" Ivan raised an eyebrow.
"I'd eat it in one bite so that you can't get the rest!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, so greedy. Vhy are you Americans so greedy? I vill let you have the rest of this, if you can eat it all in one bite. I don't think you can fit it in your mouth, although you do talk a lot and are very loud." He grinned waving the half-eaten burger in front of him.
"Bring it on, dude! I can shove ANYTHING in my mouth! No sweat!"
Ivan grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I shall take you up on that offer later."
"Huh?"
"Open vide~" Ivan held up the burger above Alfred's head making him look up to see it. The American did as he was told as Ivan pushed the rest of the burger in his mouth. Pushed was a rather gentle way of putting it since he shoved it in as much as possible.
Alfred resembled a squirrel as he grinned a big goofy grin with his cheeks puffed out by the food inside as he began to chew. Ivan just watched in amazement as Alfred swallowed the burger with barely chewing it at all.
'Ha, thinks I can't shove things in my mouth. I can swallow anything!... AWWW! That made me sound like a homo! Damn it!'
Alfred opened his mouth big and wide to show him that there was nothing left of the burger. "See? I ate it all at once! Didn't think I could do that, did ya?"
"Vell, I alvays imagined you could shove large things into your mouth… I just never thought of them being food." Ivan admitted, still staring in awe.
"Not food? Then what did you think it was—" Alfred quieted when he saw the grin and blush on Ivan's face. "AWW DUDE! You homo! That's gross!"
"Vhat? It vasn't much of a challenge vith you, you know." Ivan guestured to Alfred's limp dick that was still resting outside his pants. Having completely forgotten about it, Alfred quickly coloured a bright red and covered up.
'Dude! I so hope none of those guys were looking at my junk! That's the last thing I need. To be in the same room as three homos after me for my hero charm! Everyone loves the American men.'
"Shut up! I couldn't fight back because you were forcing me to read!"
Ivan blinked and laughed at the fact that Alfred completely missed what he was referring to. He spoke to the men again and they left quietly, though they both could hear them talking as soon as they left.
'Damn it, they're probably talking about my junk! I hate it here! I just wanna go home already! I didn't even get to eat all of the burger! And I'm still hungr—Whoa!'
"Whoa, dude!" Alfred squeaked as he was pulled out of the chair. "What are you doing? Why are you so close?" He pulled his head away and twisted it to the side to avoid any lip-to-lip contact.
Ivan stared at him for a moment before moving his face around, as if examining him. Finally he smiled before putting "Florida" back in it's place inside his pants. Alfred blushed and frowned at being man-handled by the Russian. He hated the fact that he felt any glares he directed at him didn't have any threat to them because of the height difference.
"You know, I don't think you can go fly yet. It is now getting very cold and I think your base is no longer vaiting for you." Ivan lied.
"What? They never leave me! They know I'm the Hero and I always come back! It's… It's just taking me longer this time." He muttered and looked down with a childish pout.
"Vell, if you really are such a hero and vould be home by now. The first assumption is—"
Alfred gasped. "I'm not dead! And I'm no prisoner! Let me go!"
"No. After all, you don't look too good. You seem to be getting very tired. I don't vant you to fall asleep and crash your plane into one of my cities or, Stalin forbid, another base. So vhy don't you stay the night vith me, da?"
"Hell NO!"
"Great! It's settled! You'll stay the night vith me, da." Ivan giggled squeezing Alfred's hand hard enough to cause him to buckle down in an attempt to get away.
'Damnit! Now I'm going to be stuck with this weirdo all night? What the hell is Tony doing man?'
Meanwhile, Tony was sleeping after eating the emergency "rations" of burgers and fries Alfred brought with him for the plane ride back.