Immediately cringing, America hissed. "Fuck! What was that for?" Sure it wasn't too hot, but it still somewhat hurt his sensitive dick and hands. Well, that and it just made it harder. It was for reasons like that which made both of them realize they could have a relationship like this in the first place. The more pain Alfred was in, the more he wanted to cum.
"You were trying to pleasure yourself without my permission. Of course I had to punish you." Of course, if the tea had been any good, he would not have waisted it. He placed the cup on the table, where it had been before. "You should be glad that I don't make you get more."
Getting the hint not to touch himself, Alfred just brought his hands as far as he could from his cock while they were still chained together. After that display, he really didn't have anything else to say, so instead he just stood there silently with his lips set in a firm line.
Nodding slightly, Arthur stepped closer. "That is better." He picked up a pair of leather gloves and started putting them on. He let America get a glance of them, while keeping the main point of them hidden. On each finger, there were a bunch of short, thin needles. They were much too short to do any damage, but just long enough to be noticeable on the skin.
America tried to feign disinterest in the seductive way Arthur was putting on the gloves, but failed as he swallowed heavily after seeing the small spikes on it. What ever he was planning to do with them was sending exciting jolts through his body. His hands twitched slightly as he went to touch himself again, but he stopped before doing anything.
Smiling coolly as he watched the other resist pleasuring himself, England stepped closer. "That's a good boy. And you had better not touch yourself without my permission." He took one spiked finger and ran it down Alfred's arm. He didn't press them into his skin, but there was still a visible shiver that went through America's whole body.
"What if I do?" Oh God, just the thought made Alfred want to cum right then and there. The finger was drawing white lines up and down his arm, making his body ache for more of a touch. Also, just the way England was looking at him like a possession was fucking hot to him.
Pressing the spikes in a little harder, Arthur smiled and looked up into America's eyes. "Well, why not try and we'll find out?" He whispered, his voice holding a challenge that he knew Alfred couldn't resist.
With a small moan deep in his chest, he kept his blue eyes trained on England's deep green ones as he slowly reached down and pleasured himself awkwardly around the straps of leather surrounding and squeezing his cock. There was nothing he could say that could sum up just how hot and bothered he became from the small furrowing of Arthur's large eyebrows.
Green eyes hard, England took his hand off Alfred's arm. He brought it behind America, and with the spikes, slapped his ass, hard. Almost immediately, blood started trickling out of the tiny poke marks. "A slave should not get pleasure before their master."
Blood also started to pool a bit in his mouth as Alfred bit down hard on his lip after being slapped. Fuck it hurt, but it also felt so damn good. "England... Let me touch myself..." He wouldn't say please just yet. Not until he was absolutely desperate. This was just to see if Arthur even would let him, or if he would punish him again for asking such a ridiculous thing.
"No." Arthur slowly took off the gloves, making sure not to poke himself. Once they were off, he bent down, so he was level with America's cock and hands. Quickly, he unhooked the cuffs from the leather straps so his hands could move freely, but his shaft and wrists still were covered with the leather.
America decided to actually listen to England's order and not touch himself despite just how easy it would be now that his hands were free to move around. All he could think about was just how horny he was at the moment and trying to figure out what Arthur was planning to do to him. Even the pain from his ass was disappearing because he was so excited.
Walking slowly to a short table, letting his boots make the only sound in the room, England looked around. "Hm, there seems to be no chair. Alfred, come over here and make yourself useful." He said, pointing to the ground in front of the table.
Without a word, he went over to where Arthur was and looked at the ground he was pointing at. "What are you talking about?" Did he want to sit on him? Really, for being a superpower it shouldn't excite him so much to be used as furniture.
"I need a chair. Get on your hands and knees." As he spoke, Arthur picked up the ruler again, holding the obvious threat of more spanking. When he had been raising the obnoxious blond, he had never resorted to spanking him, so it was a wonder why they both enjoyed it so much now.
Eyeing the ruler with interest, he decided to listen to him instead of pushing to get spanked again. After all, England would probably find another reason to hit him later. Slowly lowering until he was on the ground, he crawled in front of his master on his hands and knees as ordered.
Nodding, Arthur sat on his back. From the table, he took a small jar of shoe polish and a rag. He crossed his legs so he could reach his boot, putting almost all of his weight on America. Carefully, he started to polish the black leather, making small circles with the rag.
If it wasn't for his strength, America would have been buckling under Arthur's full weight on his back. When he felt the other's body move slightly in a repetitive motion, he turned his head to look up at his emotionless face.
As he was looking down at his boot, England saw Alfred staring at him. "Why are you looking at me? As far as I know, chairs do not gaze at the person sitting on them." He took the ruler from his lap and smacked America's arse again, this time on the cheek that didn't have drying blood on it.
Stifling back a gasp, the blond 'chair' let his head hang back down and instead just concentrated on the small movements England was making, as well as the feeling of his dick wanting release. Just like the rest of the time, he was wondering just what Arthur was planning by doing this. Was it purely for humiliation, or was there another reason to use him as a chair?
When he was finished polishing his boot, England moved onto the next one. Alfred surely wasn't the best chair. His back kept moving, and it wasn't straight at all. "You would think the most influential country in the world would be able to do as simple a task as being on you hands and knees."
Alfred immediately stiffened his body so that he would stop moving around. It made it more painful for him, but that wasn't the point of it. All he had to do was keep England off the ground, and like he said, he should be able to do that. Although, his comment did make him blush a bit from how blunt he was about it.
His boots were really starting to shine. The second one was almost finished. He glanced down, seeing how America was doing. He looked determined to not move. "You seem to like being sat on. Slut."
"It's not my fault your so sexy." He answered back with strained laughter because of the pressure on his lungs from the position. America still didn't turn his face to look up at Arthur, but the blush on his face started to spread over his body.
"Did I say you could speak?" Arthur said, standing up. He stood right in front of America, who was still on his hands and knees. "Chairs do not speak, yet you spoke." He said in a hard voice. Then England knelt down so he was face to face with Alfred. "Unless... you think you are more than a chair? Do you want to prove to me that you deserve to speak?"
Choosing not to speak, Alfred nodded as he looked up at the other's scowl. "Please, I'll do anything!" Well, his self imposed silence didn't last long.
"You have not yet proven yourself worthy to speak, so don't speak." Arthur straightened up, so that America's head came to about mid-thigh. "Try to prove to me you are more important than a chair."
Going along with the first plan that jumped into his mind, America quickly went onto his knees so his face was near Arthur's crotch. Brining his hands up hurriedly, he pulled down the nation's zipper and then pulled out his cock from behind them; not only trying to prove himself worthy of speaking, but also wanting to taste him, to feel him in his mouth and on his tongue.
Smirking to himself, England put a hand on Alfred's hair. He was so good with his mouth. It probably had something to do with all of the talking he did. "Yes, pleasure your master like a good bitch."
A whine escaped his lips as he started to lick at the shaft while coaxing it into becoming more erect. The taste of England's cock was almost as addicting to him as eating his favourite hamburgers. Continuing his ministrations, once his master was completely hard, he started to suck and lick at the head, lapping up the milky white precum that was beading there. He wanted to moan about just how good he tasted, but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to speak yet.
With both hands on America's head, Arthur started guiding him, making him go faster. "I'm sure my cum will be a treat for you, won't it?" He thrust his hips forward, forcing Alfred to deep throat him.
Nodding, it was restricted to a small head movement because of the cock deep in his mouth. Alfred was glad that he had gotten rid of most of his gag reflex a long time ago; after all, how else could he shovel so much food in his mouth at one time? With England's hands pulling tightly in his hair, he let his mouth be fucked hard by the him. The more he was pulled onto the shaft, the closer he got to the other's pelvic bone which his glasses awkwardly hit since they had slid down his nose from the momentum.
Throughout it all, he hadn't forgotten to run his tongue along the bottom, pulsing vein in the Briton's cock as well as lightly run his teeth along it occasionally. Plus, he would sometimes suck hard on it, making it more difficult for it to slide in and out of his willing mouth.
Feeling the glasses against his own skin, England took them off Alfred and put them on the table. He rested his hand on it, helping to hold himself up. It felt incredibly good, but he forced himself to stay calm.
Alfred brought his hands up to England's thighs and let them rest there as he continued to let the other nation violate his mouth so deliciously. Arthur really had a lot of self control, because America wasn't even being touched and he was moaning and whimpering quietly against the length in his mouth. Oh fuck he wanted to be touched; or fucked. Preferably both and soon.
Feeling the first wave of orgasm, England held Alfred's head so that all of his length was in his mouth, and released into his throat. When all of his cum was gone, he let his head go. "Well, I suppose you can speak. After all, you have to be able to make all those sounds that make you blush."
Blushing at just the mention of them, America instead opted to grab the other's softening cock and milk the last of his cum from him, tasting his musky sperm all over his mouth and tongue. "Thank you so much, oh god." He mumbled, trying to get more of delicious liquid.
Taking America off his prick, England put his shaft back in his pants. "Well, since you have proven you can speak, why not pleasure yourself? I always like a good show." He smiled, sitting in the chair. He also grabbed a small egg-like thing, with a wire attached and a handle at the end of that. "Use this." He ordered, pushing the button on the handle, which made the egg vibrate.