Stupid, incompetent underlings, can't convince one single country to join the winning side. Making him go there in person, when he could be raping his pet.
Russia stepped into the dark room, which matched his dark mood. In the corner was Ludwig, tied up with a noticeable black eye. He was hardly even bleeding, and those idiots said they tried everything! All they had to make him do was sign a bloody paper!
"Well, Ludwig. Captured, and you are willing to go through torture just because you don't want to fight alongside me?"
"I am not an idiot. I would not be fighting alongside you, I would be fighting under you." He glared up from the ground. "I do not want to be controlled by you." Germany spit on the ground, some blood evident in his saliva. "Besides, in the end, you would make me become one with you."
"Hm, yes that is indeed a possibility. But others agreed to join me. For example..." Ivan lifted his arm, a silent signal. A figure emerged from the back of the room, obviously terrified. He stood by Russia.
Ludwig gasped. "I-Italy?"
"Ve, hi Germany." The shorter nation looked to the ground.
"So you see, Italy has joined me. Which means I can do anything I wish, and he will have no right to say no to me." Ivan put his arm around him, and lightly felt his curled hair. Italy reacted immediately, jumped slightly and a blush grew on his face.
Ludwig's eyes grew wide. "Russia, stop! Alright, I'll... I'll join you." He looked to the ground, ashamed. Russia took his hand off Italy's shoulder and smiled.
"Perfect." He turned and walked to the door, and spoke with the guard. "You may untie him, and get him to sign the treaty. Then send a letter to all of his troops, informing them." He took two steps out the door, but an idea occurred to him. Russia entered the room once again, the guard just about to free Germany. "I can do it." The guard left, taking Italy with him. "Ludwig, since we are now partners, I have something I would like to ask of you." When Germany didn't reply, Ivan continued. "You are very skilled at crafting things, like metal and such, correct?"
"I suppose..."
"Perfect. I need something very precise made for me."
.oOo.
Looking intently at the book in his hands, Alfred tried to decipher the Russian letters. He had started to slowly learn small words and phrases in his vain attempt to learn Russian. It wasn't so much that he wanted to learn it as it was that he figured Ivan would be amazed with him for learning on his own. The books were just the children's books Ivan had given to him before, but it was still helping him learning somewhat.
It had been another uneventful month since America had his breakdown. They had gone back into the normal routine of leaving each other alone except for when Russia had to clean his piercing and meals until he had told America that he was leaving for a bit. Russia then had left him alone for a little while and still hadn't come back. It didn't worry him that he was gone, but he still felt a little bit apprehensive about being in the house alone.
America perked up slightly as he thought he heard the tell-tale sound of helicopter roters spinning through the air. Turning around on his chair, he looked out his bedroom window to see the familiar black copter in the sky getting closer and closer. Without him realizing, his heart starting beating a bit faster; not from fear, but something else. Was it... Anticipation? That wouldn't make sense though, since he still detested the Russian's guts. Or at least he kept trying to get himself to believe that as his heart started pounding in his ears. Not just a few days ago did he finally get over his pointless, self-inflicted depression. He figured that as long as he was stuck to stay with Ivan, he might as well try and get through it as painlessly as possible.
Slowly but surely, the helicopter landed in the middle of the courtyard where it had stood for some time. Blowing away the ever-present snow (even though there seemed to be less of it lately) the wind revealed the short, hardy grass underneath. As Russia stepped out, Alfred looked back to the book in his lap, placing it to the side. He wanted it to be a surprise that he was starting to learn more Russian. Slipping his pj bottoms on, he lay back on his bed, ready to feign sleep if need be. He didn't know why he was being so passive, but it had seemed to keep him out of trouble and that was ok with him.
The sparkling floor was the first thing Ivan noticed as he opened the door. It hadn't been this clean when he had left, had it? Well, that just went to prove how broken his toy was. His gloriously broken toy.
He walked upstairs. The piercing would need cleaning, obviously. The heavy door opened, and he saw his pet on the bed. "Alfred. Wake up."
Rubbing his eye as if the tall blond had woken him up, Alfred sat up. "What is it?" he asked quietly, sitting cross-legged on his bed. Russia still had the unmistakable smell of the cold air outside on his coat, making America breathe it in from a distance.
"Did you miss me? Oh, wait, I was supposed to say 'Hi honey, I'm home!'" Ivan laughed as America rolled his eyes. "Take off your pants, it's time for a cleaning."
Alfred just bit his cheek slightly and stood up so he could take off the pjs he had just put on. As soon as they were off completely, he just sat back on the edge of his bed, looking up at Russia.
"Mmm, what a lovely sight." Ivan proceeded cleaning the area. It was healing quite nicely. It may even be time for the next step. He put on the liquid and smiled as America shivered. "I got a new cleaning solution. This one is supposed to... tingle."
"Tingle?" he asked, looking away from the hand on his cock. "How?"
"Just like tingling lube. Don't worry, you'll feel it soon." Russia smiled as he put on more solution.
"What do you mean like lube?" America exclaimed. He continued to just sit there even though he wanted to push from Russia's grasp. "What are you doing to me?" By now, he had definitely felt something strange. The tingling sensation that Russia had said would happen started to set in and spread through his dick.
"I am simply cleaning your piercing. Ah, I see it is working." Done with the cleaning, Ivan wrapped his hand around the semi-erect shaft and slowly pumped up and down. "How does it feel?"
"Tch." Looking off to the side and out the window, Alfred tried ignoring the lazy pace Russia had set on his growing erection. "Won't this be bad for the piercing?" he asked somewhat snidely.
"You can have sexual encounters a week after it is pierced, and that is if the one with the piercing will be doing the entering. It safe to jerk off a few days afterwards." Russia leaned in and kissed Alfred quickly on the lips. "It has been a month, so I think it will be fine."
Turning his head away from Russia's lips, he just continued to sit there, letting Russia give him a handjob. America hadn't been touched for a while, and he hadn't done anything himself for fear of getting an infection or something that Ivan would notice. Because of that, he was extremely sensitive, his cock becoming swollen and dark with blood after only a few moments.
"It looks like you are enjoying yourself. Or at least one part of you is." Russia smiled as he bent down and liked the precum off the tip. Alfred shivered and grew bigger still, so Ivan took the whole thing into his mouth, expertly bringing his pet to orgasm.
America came hard into Russia's mouth, stifling his moan as he did so. As he swallowed the cum, Alfred reached down and grabbed his pyjama bottoms from the ground and started to pull them up.
"I was getting quite hungry. Thank you for dinner!" Ivan wiped his mouth and left the room. In his own room, he sat at the desk and pulled out his next piece of fun. Should he do it tomorrow? Yes, that would be good. Tomorrow it was!
After Russia left his room, his entire face flushed red; all the blood that was in his cock rushing up to his face. Alfred's now flaccid dick was still tingling somewhat as he drifted off to an actual slumber. What a way to be greeted.
.oOo.
"Cleaning time" Russia smiled, holding up to bottle of solution. Alfred silently took off his pants and sat down. "So, since it has been a month, I'm going to take it out so it can be cleaned really well, alright?"
Nodding, America watched as Russia took out the metal ring. It felt and looked weird to not have anything in the tip of his penis, but at the same time it felt as if a strange weight had been placed on his heart instead.
"You know, I've wanted to do something for a while, and now that we have the ring out for a while, I think this is a good time to try it." Ivan smiled at America's confused expression, and he continued as he grabbed something long and thin. "I think we should try sounding!"
"Sounding?" Alfred asked, tilting his head to the side a bit and narrowing his eyes. He didn't like the look of the strange object, and he was pretty sure he didn't want to know what it was used for.
"You've never heard of it? Well, simply, it is pleasuring the urethra by putting this," he held up the rod, "up your dick, sort of like the catheter."
"You want to put that," he said slowly, pointing to the rod, "up my cock to 'pleasure my urethra'?!? No way!" America started to back up on his bed, covering his exposed dick with his long shirt as much as he could. Sure, having Russia be away had left him a bit lonesome, but having this happen to him? Nothing would seem better than if he just decided to leave him again.
"Well, as I have said numerous times before, you don't have a choice. Don't worry, I won't put it as deep as most people do. A lot of men go as far as the bladder!" Getting out a bottle of water based lube, Ivan put it on the sounding rod
Alfred just shook his head, going far enough back that his head and back touched the wall. "No! Please! Don't do it!"
"It is either this, or I tie you down, get a bigger sounding rod, put it as far as it can go, and leave you there for an hour." Which would be quite fun. Perhaps if he had done this the first week Alfred had come here, he would have had to end up doing that. But, alas, this was going to have to be the way.
Tensing up for a second, he then allowed himself to loosen up and close his eyes for a moment. "Ok then. Do it. But I won't enjoy it!" He glared up at Russia who was smiling as he always did.
"Well, if you had told me that earlier, I could have gotten the curved one, since you plan on not getting hard. But I got the straight one, just in case. Silly me." Russia took the limp cock in his hand, and placed the end of the rod to the tip, letting the sounding wand's own weight push it in. It entered slowly, with no force behind it, but it was better this way than tear the urethra. "I think to the end of the penis will be good for today."
America's eyes screwed shut as he felt the intruding object make it's way through his urethra. This way he couldn't tell if Russia was pushing it in or not, but it was better than looking at his sparkling violet eyes. It continued to go further and further in, making him feel uncomfortable. So far it had just helped to make himself more embarrassed then usual; no 'pleasure' spiking through his system.
When it was far enough in, Russia took a toothpick and put it in the hole of the piercing. When it stopped because of the rod, he took a pen and made a small marking on the toothpick, where it came out of the skin. Then he started taking out the rod slowly, and when he felt the toothpick move slightly so he knew the rod was at that point, he made a marking on the rod where it came out of the cock. Taking both the toothpick and rod out completely, he smiled. "Well, it looks like you enjoyed it a little, after all!" Ivan motioned to the semi-erect cock.
"Shuddup." He muttered, opening his eyes slowly. He saw -and felt- that his cock had gone a little bit hard, but not enough to actually be pleasurable. He fell onto his bed on his side and curled up, once again shutting his eyes and trying to ignore Russia.
"Aren't you forgetting something? I still haven't put the ring back in." Russia said, holding up the ring in question. But he put it down on the bed, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a similar ring, with one obvious difference. "But, you see, with this type of piercing, it is actually more comfortable the thicker it is." He smiled, holding up the 8 gauge ring. One size bigger than the 10 gauge ring before.
Opening one eye slowly, Alfred just looked up at Russia with a cold stare. "I don't want it back in. Leave me alone."
"Why do you still needlessly try to defy me? You should know by now that resistance is futile." Ivan once again grabbed the cock and fit the ring in place. There was a little trouble getting it in the smaller hole, so he put some of the lube on it. After that, it went in without problem. "There!"
Wincing as the thicker ring was fit into his piercing hole, he just buried his head into his pillow. Once again, he tried to ignore Russia so that he would just let him be. 'Why was I excited for him to come back yesterday?' he thought, 'I knew he'd do stuff like this to me, so why?'
"Well, we should let that be. It will be about a week or two before it should be stretched again." Russia walked out of the room, headed to his own. Once there, he started a letter to Germany.
Ludwig,
I have the measurements.