CHAPTER THREE

The dungeon was well looked after, spotless despite its lack of use over recent years. The walls were smooth stone, the floor was dark wood, and the room was full of all manner of deviant pieces of furniture, hooks, and storage for a copious supply of items for pain, pleasure, bondage, discipline, and everything in between. His favourite antique items from decades and even centuries ago were displayed in glass boxes around the room, both for his own nostalgic reasons as well as to add to the intimidating aesthetic of the room. This was the safest, most secure room in his house.

After deadlocking the door, Germany crossed the room and laid Italy down on a bed in the corner. A sturdy metal frame with various hooks, holes and bars held a firm mattress with only a waterproof sheet over the top, with a pair of pillows.

"This isn't your bed, is it? Where are we?" Italy giggled and fluttered his legs a little as Germany pulled on his wrist chain to adjust the cuffs around one of the many metal posts around the bed.

"Ah- well it is my bed, it's just not one you've slept in before." It was an honest, convenient dodge of a response, and Germany intended to give no more than that. Once he was satisfied with Italy's restraints, he sat back and looked over his body.

"...Are you sure you're alright? Are you comfortable?"

"Si! Although… it is a little scarier with the blindfold." Italy admitted with a slightly nervous laugh. Germany gently placed his hand on Italy's chest.

"I'm not going anywhere this time." He assured Italy in a low voice. "I'll always be touching you. If you genuinely want me to take the blindfold off, you know what to say."

He was glad that at the very least, Italy had taken their discussion of safewords seriously. It had taken a ridiculously long time to settle on one together, however, since Italy kept changing his mind and suggesting words that Germany had to explain wouldn't work.

Italy nodded and let out a long breath, wriggling a little as he relaxed. Germany knelt next to his lover and smoothed his hand firmly up Italy's side, underneath his shirt. Italy smiled and hummed happily at the touch, sighing shakily as Germany brushed his rough fingertips over his nipples. Germany began undoing Italy's shirt, taking his time with each button and then parting the sides to expose Italy's chest. The trail of marks he'd left before was still there, the redness darkening as it settled into Italy's skin. He brushed his thumb over one on Italy's hip, leaning down to kiss it. He kissed another, then another, letting his hands wander slowly over the smooth curves and dips of Italy's body. Italy was a well-known weakling, but Germany loved that he could feel the subtle toned strength hidden behind the soft skin and slender build. He felt it more when Italy flexed and shifted under his touch, releasing soft sounds and sighs that fell on Germany's ears like sweet honey. His mouth found Italy's nipple, pert and soft, and he slowly dragged his tongue over one, making the nation beneath him shiver and gasp out a giggle.

"H-hah~ tickles!"

Despite Italy's expression partially being hidden by the blindfold, Germany kept his eyes on his face as he slowly licked and nibbled at his nipples. Italy released a string of soft grunts and gasped at every flick of Germany's tongue, his legs bending and squirming slightly. The taller nation lifted his foot and placed it over the chain between Italy's ankles, dragging them down and stretching his legs out, just as he'd done before the horrible interruption. Italy whined, his hands flapping in their restraints. The treatment continued, Germany's mouth going from one nipple to the other and back again as he teased them to a rosy hardness. He moved his lips further up Italy's body, kissing his ear and listening to his lover's breathing settle down. He reached down and hooked his finger into the waistband of Italy's boxers, pulling it up and looking down at the swollen erection waiting on Italy's torso. He huffed and let the elastic snap back on Italy's skin, which made the smaller country jolt and yelp quietly.

"I haven't even touched it yet and it's completely hard, aren't you ashamed?" He scolded lowly, though utterly pleased. Italy whimpered slightly, wriggling again.

"Well— you d-AAGH!"

Italy let out a small scream when Germany suddenly pinched both of his nipples with a firm hold, then released them and gently rolled his thumbs over the sensitive area to help soothe the quick dose of pain. Germany listened carefully to Italy's whimpers, which continued as he squirmed against the restraints, even when Germany stopped touching him. His own cock was swelling from hearing it.

"Do you feel vulnerable?" He muttered, hand sliding over Italy's chest. Italy nodded, biting his lip.

"Mmhmm-!"

"Do you trust me?"

Italy nodded again, a little faster this time. Germany smiled softly to himself. It was as comforting as it was arousing, knowing Italy was willingly letting him have reign of his body while bound and blinded. He gently brushed aside some of the hair that was tucked into the blindfold, then brushed his thumb over Italy's lips. Italy lifted his head slightly, his lips puckering a little. Germany knew he was expecting a kiss, and he held Italy's jaw, tilting his face to the side.

"No kisses."

Italy whined more loudly in protest to that command than he had to any other restriction he'd been put under so far, wriggling and trying to push his head towards Germany's unseen lips.

"But-!"

Germany tightened his grip on Italy's jaw and easily pushed his head to the side again, revelling in the slightly muffled sounds he gained.

"I said no, Italy. Listen, be good, and you'll be better off for it." He muttered, teasing his lover with his lips brushing against his cheek, so close yet so far. Italy whimpered softly, resigning himself to his gentle squirming and pouting. If only it were as easy to get Italy to obey orders in business or battle situations as it was in cuffs.

Germany began touching Italy's nipples again, working into a slow rhythm of gently teasing touches, circling his thumbs around the buds and gently squeezing them, then delivering sharper pinches and occasional flicks to make Italy yelp and gasp. He'd wait for Italy to go quiet, then would continue the cycle, again and again. Italy's voice gradually became louder and squeakier, and his chest heaved more as his nipples became redder and redder. Germany could have kept going until Italy was crying, but the wail in his voice was enough and he knew not to overdo it tonight. Another time, most definitely. He moved his hands away from Italy's chest, keeping his thighs still pressed against the smaller country so that he didn't worry about Germany leaving his side. Germany looked down at him, carefully gauging his movements and reactions. Italy bit his lip a little and quivered, waiting. He shifted his hips and his hands flapped slightly.

"Germany..?" He breathed.

Germany slowly reached forward and waited another second before pinching Italy's curl firmly between his fingers. Italy yelled a loud moan, taken by surprise, and his hips bucked up wildly. Germany huffed and held both sides of Italy's hips, holding them down as they wriggled under his stern grip. Italy whimpered loudly as he tried to roll his hips against nothing but the fabric of his boxers.

"Germany please touch me more, please, I can't take it—" Germany had barely scratched the top of the barrel of making Italy wait and suffer. "—I'll do anything!—" He begged too easily. "I want you to touch me properly—" His words became babbling, and Germany sighed slightly, hooking two fingers into his lover's pleading mouth.

"The faster you shut up the faster you get what you want, Italy." He told him, his voice low and stern.

Italy did so immediately, and after a split second he closed his lips around Germany's fingers, beginning to suck on them and slipping his tongue between them. Germany would have told him off for this, if it didn't give him an idea. The feeling of Italy's soft tongue had made his erection pulse, wanting to be the recipient of the erotic feeling. Germany slowly pulled his fingers from Italy's mouth and undid his belt, letting the sounds cue Italy into what he was about to do. He put his belt aside, not needing it for this scene despite all its wonderful uses, and undid his trousers. He slid his knees forward, supporting his heavy cock in one hand and slipping the other under Italy's head to lift it up.

"If you want to use your mouth so much, put it to good use." He grunted softly, the tip of his cock an inch away from Italy's lips.

Italy clearly understood, because he parted his lips and stretched his tongue out in search for the organ in front of him. He hummed happily as his tongue brushed against Germany's knob, and he leaned forward a little more to wrap his lips around it. Germany sighed faintly, pushing his hips forward a little more. Italy needed no more instructions as he began to suck, soft huffs of air coming from his nose as he massaged Germany with his tongue. Germany had always thought Italy was eager to the point of unfairness during oral— and it was just as well his eyes were covered, because the looks he gave Germany when he was filling his mouth made him buckle and melt far too easily.

Germany groaned and sighed as he pulled Italy's head closer to his hips, soaking in the muffled grunts and huffs from the country below. He didn't take his eyes away once, because the image of his lover blindfolded, hands bound above his head and mouth happily pleasing him were too perfect and far too erotic. He wanted it burned into his mind.

He slowly pulled Italy's head closer again, moaning as he rolled his hips forward to push the tip of his cock down the back of Italy's throat. He relished the muffled choking noise that came with it, and as Italy twitched against his restraints, he reached for Italy's curl, wrapped it around his finger and tugged. Italy squealed around the thick organ filling his mouth, hips jerking fiercely and feet digging into the mattress. Germany pulled his cock away completely, letting Italy's head fall back into the pillow. Italy gasped and coughed once, panting and licking his lips. He whined and wriggled his hips, which Germany was sitting on to still him.

"G-Germany… uahh~please…!"

His tone was more desperate, but softer now instead of loud and high pitched as it usually became when he was pleading. Germany gently stroked his jaw and Italy leaned into the touch with a small whimper, greedy for anything his German lover was giving him. Germany decided that this tipping point was the time to give Italy what he wanted.

He moved further down Italy's legs, slowly and methodically taking his underwear off as he did. Italy's erection practically sprang out, glistening at the tip and swollen from lack of attention. Italy wiggled his hips as if in some desperate attempt to stimulate himself with his thighs, but Germany's weight made it impossible. The ankle cuffs were disconnected only for a second as Italy's boxers were discarded, Germany holding tightly onto his lover's legs. He could see Italy's mouth twitching in a mixture of impatience and excitement, and as he firmly ran his hand between Italy's thighs, he saw the latter's teeth dig into his lower lip, a soft noise between a groan and a whine floating to his ear.

In an instant, he'd flipped Italy onto his stomach, the chain between his wrists twisting over itself. Italy yelped, and the sound was quickly followed by a louder, breathier yelp, the cause of which was Germany firmly squeezing the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. Germany slid his hand higher, his thick fingers nudging against Italy's testicles and between his ass cheeks. He took his hand away just long enough to apply some smooth lubricant from the cupboard at the end of the bed, then cupped Italy's ass once again and rubbed a finger over his entrance. He heard Italy's breath hitch, and he felt his hole flex impatiently against his finger. He circled his fingertip around the puckered area, waiting. After a few moments he heard Italy whine softly, and he took it as a cue to firmly slide a whole finger inside. Italy arched his back with a heavy gasp and a squeal of surprise, quivering as Germany's finger nestled completely inside him. Germany looked down at his lover, relishing in how a mere finger could make Italy writhe, twitch and whimper. He smoothed his other hand over the pale curve of his behind, then slowly started to move.

The room became filled with the sound of Italy's moans, some muffled into the pillow and some gasped into the air as Germany used a firm grip on Italy's hair to tilt his head upwards. He adored the sound of Italy's pleasure, every honest moan and erotic gasp sending more blood flowing to the member now nearly aching with need. He knew how to restrain himself, but every sensual whimper and roll of Italy's hips wore his patience thinner. Two, three, four fingers slipped inside Italy, lube dripping down his testicles onto the waterproof sheets. When he'd begged Germany to touch his cock as well, the taller nation merely pressed his face back into the pillow and told him to shut up and learn to be patient.

When Germany was satisfied with the way Italy's anus had adjusted to four fingers, he slowly eased them out and almost moaned just at the sight of the hole twitching around its own sudden emptiness. His gaze lifted to see Italy turning his head, as if he would be looking over his shoulder if it weren't for the blindfold. He knew what was coming. Germany rubbed himself with his wet hand, wiping the lube onto his cock and sighing at the soft wave of relief it gave him. He spread Italy's legs as far as they could comfortably go with the cuffs permitting, then used his thumbs to spread open the hole he'd been working so diligently to prepare. Italy grunted and gave his ass a small wiggle, as if to tempt his lover. Germany resisted the intense urge to smack him, soothing himself with the reminder that he could introduce Italy to that sort of thing later.

The way Germany pressed the tip of his cock to Italy's waiting hole teased him just as much as it did the man lying beneath him, pressing his buttocks upwards. Germany decided not to make either of them wait any longer, and he held Italy's soft hips with both hands, smoothly beginning to press his erection between Italy's cheeks. Italy whimpered instantly, and the sound stuttered into a soft, drawn out moan. Germany swore under his breath, the tightness wrapping around him and making him breathless. As the firm ridge of his head nestled past the first tight ring of muscle, they both moaned in unison, Germany hunching over Italy as the latter sank into the bed. The chain between his ankles clinked as he bent his legs out to the sides as much as he could, allowing Germany to push himself deeper.

With as much patience as he could muster and a few small back and forth motions, Germany eased his reddened length deep inside his lover. He groaned and leaned over his lover, forehead gently pressing into Italy's hair as the smaller man arched his back as much as he could and whined wantonly.

"G-Germany-ah!... S-so thick, Germany, huaah.."

Germany curled his hand around Italy's jaw, two fingers wedging themselves between the soft lips and distorting the next loud moan that came as he drew back an inch and slid himself even deeper, his hips pressed against Italy's arse. He finally began to pick up a rhythm, smooth and steady yet unforgiving as he kept Italy's head up and his mouth open. He'd never heard Italy sound quite like this. The Italian had never been one to hide his sounds of pleasure, rarely embarrassed by them, but these moans and whines were subtly different. More desperate, and like he was barely able to keep up with the sensations his body was being taken by.

These sounds filled the dungeon, making the stony, cold atmosphere turn heated and electric, as if they'd been draped in warm silk that makes the skin erupt with static. Germany's own moans became heavier and more drawn out as he thrust himself over and over again inside Italy's splendidly tight hole, relishing every inch of the familiarly textured insides and rubbing forcefully against those spots that made Italy wail and cry out against his fingers. He began babbling uselessly, words muffled, and Germany knew this would be good training for gags. But as much as he loved the idea of spreading Italy's lips apart with a ball and rendering him completely speechless and drooling, now wasn't the time. He took away his fingers, gripping Italy's arse cheek instead and groping it firmly.

"AAah- d-dio~ turn me over! G-Germany, please, let me turn over—!"

So that's what he was asking for. Germany saw no reason to refuse his request, and he'd been polite enough, so he drew back, grunting as his cock left the hot grip of Italy's hole. He grabbed the chain between the ankle cuffs, wielding it expertly to flip Italy onto his back with one swift arm motion. He gazed down at Italy's bare thighs, and his mind immediately filled with ways he could mark, exploit and punish the soft, sensitive areas in a frenzy of sadistic ideas. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose to steady himself, then turned his gaze to his partner's face. Even though it was partially obscured, he could still see the impatient arousal overflowing from the Italian's expression. His lips were parted as he panted softly, the visible skin was rosy and his brows were raised in the middle. His tongue darted out over his lips and Germany watched his Adam's apple shift as he swallowed.

"Kiss me.." Italy shifted, the chains clinking gently.

Germany huffed softly through his nose, letting Italy's legs right against his torso as he leaned over his body. His nose barely brushed Italy's, and their breaths danced around each other in the inch of air between their lips. Italy tilted his head upwards, lips pressed forwards for a kiss, but Germany moved his head away.

"I said no kisses, remember?"

Italy whimpered, but the soft sound of desperate disappointment and the pout that now decorated his eager lips only made Germany's pulse race and his smirk grow.

He straightened up, twisting the chain in one hand to bring Italy's ankles completely together, and using the other hand to guide the tip of his erection back between Italy's cheeks.

"This is what I'm giving you, so be good and savour it properly." He ordered, receiving only a gasp and a shaky moan in return as he pressed his length back inside his lover. He sighed deeply and groaned, rocking his hips back and forth until he was rooted all the way inside. Italy was trembling and panting, the cuffs barely preventing him from writhing all over the bed. Germany gripped Italy's legs and lifted him with ease, getting into a more comfortable position on his knees and holding Italy's lower half above the mattress. Italy gasped and squealed as the motion pressed Germany's cock even deeper, his hands tightly grabbing at the cool metal bars above his head.

Quite suddenly, Germany picked up a faster pace, his hips slapping against Italy's buttocks as he dug his cock again and again into that blessedly tight entrance. Italy let out a short scream, squealing again and throwing his head back into the pillow. Gasps and moans were forcibly fucked from him as Germany gripped his legs and pleasured himself with Italy's hole. But it wasn't as if he was mindless to Italy's body— not only did this position allow him to swing his hips more forcefully, but it made his cock grind up against Italy's prostate with every single thrust, sending him into a beautiful mess of jolts, gasps, cries and garbled Italian.

"Ger-AAH! GermanyGermanyGermany— oh mio dio p-please-aa-hAAUGH! M-mer… pleASE-!" Italy practically sobbed as he moaned, arms straining against the cuffs.

Germany didn't know what Italy was begging for, and perhaps Italy didn't know either. More. He knew he wanted more. He looked down at his partner, his cock throbbing heavily at the sight of Italy, hands bound above his head, eyes covered, body covered in hickies, mouth open in a perpetual moan and erection dripping lewdly onto his abdomen. But something was missing. Germany wanted more as well.

He wanted to see all of it, see all of the beautiful rosiness, the erotic expression, the golden eyes that never truly hid what Italy was feeling. His firm thrusts slowed and paused as he stared at Italy. He reached down, smoothly pulling the blindfold off Italy's head.

Italy blinked a few times and looked straight back. Mixed in with the flush of arousal and look of desire was the trust, adoration and love he'd seen in Italy's eyes the first time he told the smaller nation he loved him.

Italy wasn't like any other person or nation he had dominated. Germany wasn't here just to fulfill depraved sexual desires, to make someone willingly succumb to him or get some well-needed stress relief by handing over the control. He was here with his lover, and never had he had such a fiercely strong surge of feelings before. Complete love, lust, the utter need to fulfil both of their desires with every ounce of strength in his being.

He lifted the chain and ducked underneath it, guiding Italy's thighs around his hips and holding them there firmly, their bodies closer than ever. He cupped Italy's chin and kissed him firmly, his cock throbbing heavily and his heart nearly bursting with sudden emotion. Their tongues briefly and firmly rubbed against each other, Italy gasping as Germany invaded his mouth and kissed him again and again. Germany moaned lowly and gradually slowed the kiss, their lips parting only once they'd become swollen and soft.

"I thought you said no kisses." Italy giggled softly, grinning cheekily. Germany huffed, his cheeks filled with warmth.

"...I changed my mind." Germany murmured. "Now— shut up unless you want me to make you wait any longer." He grunted, pushing their lips together again as he rolled his hips forwards. Italy moaned into his mouth, legs clenching tightly around Germany's hips.

Germany moved faster, his strict control slipping as his mind fogged with the pleasure of feeling his lover's arse and mouth at once in a heated tandem that made him melt. Their grunts and moans tangled, muffled against each other's tongues as they kissed more passionately and needily than perhaps they ever had. His insides were tightening blissfully, heat pooling in his groin and sparks of heat zipping up and down his back. He grunted heavily, one of his large hands moving between them to wrap around Italy's cock. Germany swallowed up the happy screech that Italy gave in return, hips bucking and jolting as the German began stroking his twitching member.

"Hah..aAH! O-oh GERMANY! GermanyGermanyohmiodiosisisi y-yes AAH! Yes- Germany!" Italy screamed, and Germany straightened up, continuing to thrust and stroke as he watched Italy squirm violently and come all over his torso, the mess reaching his chest. He had never seen anything more beautiful and erotic in his life.

Germany waited until every drop had left Italy's cock before releasing it, leaning over to grip one of the metal bars above Italy's head in one hand and cup his face with the other.

"Italy… scheiße—auGH-! Haghh.. gott, Italy—!" He kept looking at Italy's face, watching his lover struggle and writhe and whimper from oversensitivity. But he didn't have to suffer long, because only a moment later Germany was orgasming as well, yelling out a groan from deep in the back of his throat as he emptied himself inside of his lover, waves of pleasure crashing over his body at long last. What a reward for patience.

They both lay, panting, Germany hunched over Italy as he idly touched his hair. Once he got his breath back he brushed Italy's hair back and slowly pulled out, making them both grunt softly. He reached up and undid the chain linking Italy's hands to the bed frame, lying by his side. He propped himself up on an elbow as he took Italy's hands, carefully removing the cuffs one by one and soothingly rubbing his wrists.

"...How do-" As soon as the cuffs came off Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck and pulled him down for a firm kiss, interrupting him. The Italian giggled breathlessly.

"That was amazing!"

Germany blinked, putting the cuffs aside before allowing himself to embrace Italy in return, relaxing a little. "...You really liked it that much…?"

Italy nodded eagerly. "Yup! The 'no kissing' rule was a bit mean, but you kissed me anyway in the end! I wish I coulda held you but I guess that's kind of the point, right? I don't know, it felt reeaaally intense! Did you do that on purpose? That's so cool that you can do that! You were very sexy." Italy continued to chatter, and Germany allowed him to this time, valuing every ounce of feedback no matter how airheaded it was.

"...Hey, I can try these on you some time too, right?"

Germany looked at his partner in surprise. He imagined it, as he had many times before, and he huffed.

"...Ja. Of course you can."

Italy beamed and giggled.

"Yay! It's gonna be… super fun.." He rubbed his eye like a child and yawned deeply, the sound making Germany's heart melt. A small smile graced his lips as he pressed them to Italy's forehead in a soft kiss.

"...Iche liebe dich, Italy."

"Mmm… ti amo…" Italy smiled, nuzzling against Germany's soft touch. "…Ve~... Germany, what's that?" He murmured sleepily, squinting at the wooden bondage horse in the corner of the room. Germany's head snapped up. He swiftly scooped Italy up and strode out of the room, unlocking the door with one hand.

"Alright, that's enough for tonight, let's shower and go to bed." He grunted hurriedly.

He hoped they would return soon enough without needing to cover Italy's eyes.

He hoped they could explore so much more together.

It had been the most romantic session of kink exploration he had ever been a part of, but for his first time with Italy, he didn't think he'd want it any other way.