Grabbing the toy, the taller blond felt like his entire body was shaking in anticipation. Finally, he was allowed to have his cock touched! There was only one thing that was in the way. He still had the leather device wrapped around his dick and it would make it difficult for him to masturbate. "Arthur... Can I take it off?" He asked quietly, looking down at his feet.
"I suppose that would be alright. As long as you entertain me." England sat back, watching Alfred fiddle with the straps. Finally he got them undone, and his hard on was released. Arthur started tapping his fingers, becoming bored.
He could sense that England was less entertained, so he quickly took the vibrating egg and bent over the table. Once his ass was out, he pressed the toy in slowly, shuddering at the feeling of having something finally inside him. Even without bringing his hand down to his cock, he was out of breath and panting in pleasure. It wasn't until his hand wrapped roughly around his dick that he let out a loud, drawn out moan and started to move his hand up and down it gratefully. "Ah... God... Arthur... So fucking hot!" He managed to groan out between gasps.
Smiling to himself as he watched his slave close his eyes as his hand moved over his own cock, England felt his own pants become tight again. Of course, he could ignore it for a while, choosing instead to watch the seductive show. He could even hear the egg vibrating from his chair.
The hand on his cock was flying over it despite America wanting to drag out the show for Arthur. It just felt too good to limit himself. Instead, he just continued to stroke himself hard and fast; reaching between his legs for the controller to make the egg speed up as well. "Fuck!" He all but yelled, his mind so hazy with pleasure he could almost forget just what he was doing. "I'm -erghhh- gon-na cum...."
Shaking his head as he saw white streams of cum leave America's cock, Arthur mumbled, "No stamina." to himself. Then he stood up and pointed to the bed in the corner of the room. "There. Now." Alfred scrambled over to the bed as quickly as possible.
Despite the pleasant haze over his mind from his intense orgasm, Alfred all but ran over to the bed; not even taking the time to take the toy out of him or even to shut it off. Getting up on the bed and sitting down, he watched expectantly as Arthur walked over to him at a leisurely pace.
Picking up a toy he had brought in earlier, Arthur was glad to see that America was still soft from his climax. What he was about to do next was usually easier to start when his prick wasn't hard. "Alright," He said, holding the long, thin object, "this is a sound."
Immediately, he could tell that it was some sort of 'toy'. "Where does it go?" He half whimpered; his pride and ego long forgotten in place for being ordered around. Wherever the thing did go, it was bound to feel amazing either in a painful or pleasurable way. The toy was still buzzing inside him, but Alfred was too unsure if he was allowed to take it out at this point or if he waited too long to do so. The illusion of England having complete control over him had settled a while ago.
Kneeling on the bed, England tapped the tip of Alfred's cock. "It goes in here." The sound was a flexible one, about a foot long. It wasn't too thin, because if they were very thin, they usually hurt the inner walls of the urethra. He started coating it in some thin lube.
Did the man want him to become a mass of groaning flesh? If England kept putting things into him that weren't his cock, then Alfred thought that he would go mad any moment now. Staring up at him with wide eyes, he threw away all that was left of his pride and mumbled up to him. "Daddy... Please just fuck me."
The Englishman shook his head. "All in good time. Lie down." He pushed lightly on his chest, some of the lube still on his fingers.
Shuddering a bit at the touch and at what was promised for later, he just let himself be pushed over so that he was laying on his back with his legs spread out a bit. "Kiss me at least. Please daddy, please."
"Why would I dirty my mouth by kissing a slave? Stop begging, it is getting annoying." He then bent over the toned body, taking hold of his cock. With the end of the sounding rod, he placed it at the tip, and started to let it go in.
America watched in rapture as the foreign object started to slip into his body. It felt somewhat weird -but not bad- although it wasn't in far. As much as he wanted to plead and beg for more of a touch then a light grip on his soft cock to keep it upright, he knew better than to. Pulling his gaze from his cock in England's hand, he followed the appendage up until he was staring into his determined gaze. It was only slightly blurry without his glasses but it didn't bother him too much.
It was a slow proses, letting the sounding rod push it's own way through, but England didn't want to hurt him. He kept a close eye on Alfred's expression, watching for any discomfort. But, judging by the half closed eyes and open mouth, he wasn't in pain. "How does it feel to have something up your prick?"
"Good, so good," He answered quickly, "but I want your cock more." If England interpreted that as begging, he would just get another punishment and have him touch him more, even if it was to hurt him. Though the thought went through his mind more than once that he could easily overpower him and fuck England himself right then and there, his mind was already too far into his role to be able to even imagine executing his plan.
"Shut up. You would be lucky if I decided to bloody fuck you." The rod had gone in about four inches by now, and it started twisting slightly. He made sure to keep a hold of it, in case it went all the way in, which was possible.
Since it looked like England was actually getting pissed with him, Alfred decided to stop no matter how much he wanted it. Instead he just let out a small gasp as the rod continued to disappear inside him. Even his hands were fisting the sheets below them instead of jumping into Arthur's hair to pull him down for a kiss.
By the look on America's face, Arthur figured he was amazed by how far it had gone in. It had to be at about the base of his cock by now. "It is going to your bladder." He explained. When he put his hand on Alfred's stomach, he could feel the vibrations from the egg still inside him.
Nodding lightly, the hand on America's stomach for some reason made him blush. Maybe because it almost felt to him like it was a caring gesture although it obviously wasn't. All he was doing was feeling the vibrations travel through his body from his ass were the bullet was still on; still lodged up there and barely having any affect on him getting hard at this point.
It was only a few more seconds until there was a shot of pleasure that spiked through his body and made his eyes widen. Did it just touch his bladder like England said it would? Or was it is prostate?
Smiling at the reaction, England watched as Alfred's cock became hard again almost instantly. He felt it clamp onto the rod, not letting it move as freely. "It seems we have reached your bladder." He started making small movements with the sounding rod, stroking the muscles of his bladder.
Alfred let out an embarrassing moan as his bladder was all but molested. "It feels so good." He just mumbled, trying to urge Arthur to continue making him feel this nice. Other than that though, he made no other movements for fear of moving wrong and having something get hurt in there. Sure it was rubber, but he figured he could still be careful.
England continued thrusting it in and out slowly, until he saw Alfred tense up. "Are you about to cum?" He asked, and waited for the slight nod before pulling out the sounding rod completely. Almost as soon as it was out America moaned and came explosively, much more than when he had pleasured himself.
Panting off his high, it felt like his entire body was going to shake to pieces. That was the best orgasm he had ever had in his life, and it was all because of a little thing up his cock, rubbing his bladder. Well, the best climax he had ever had without having a cock up his ass or his own up England's. It definitely felt different then when he had normal sex too, but it was no less potent.
Putting down the rod, Arthur looked America in the face. "Don't you dare go to sleep. We are not done here." He grabbed another thing made of leather from where he had placed it earlier. He held it up for Alfred to see. It was a gag of sorts, with a buckle to secure it to his head, and a piece that went over the mouth. But, on the inside, it had a black dildo that was about two inches long.
America pushed his shaking body up off the bed as he saw just what England had in his hands. If it was exactly what he thought it was, then he was definitely excited for it. Without saying anything, he just opened his mouth. Arthur was smart enough to get the hint.
Putting the small dildo in his mouth, England did up the buckle in the back, securing it on. "There, now you can't beg me." He said, smiling as he looked into those lust-filled blue eyes. The next thing he grabbed was a long, thin rubber tube.
Running his tongue absentmindedly over the object in his mouth, America tried to ask Arthur just what he was doing with his eyes. At the moment though, all he felt like he was saying with them was 'Please fuck me' which he figured wasn't really begging since he wasn't able to talk.
Taking the catheter, England ran a hand over Alfred's sensitive cock. "And, now that you are loosened up, we can use this." He started to put the rubber tube into the same hole that the rod had just vacated, pressing it further until it was about half way through his length.
Since he was still extremely sensitive from his last release added with the egg still vibrating in his ass, Alfred moaned around the black rubber in his mouth. The dildo was short enough that he could still swallow with only a little bit of awkwardness, but long enough that he couldn't make sounds other than moans and the like.
With the end of the catheter, England took it and started feeding it into a hole that went right through the inside of the dildo in Alfred's mouth. "There, now when you cum, it will be like the man you are giving a blow job to came."
Just thinking about what Arthur said made America thrust into the air needly and moan deep in his chest. Imagining himself tasting his own release and having it be this hot was so fucking dirty that he couldn't help but start sucking hard against the hard rubber in his mouth with a large blush over his entire face.
Then, grabbing the last part of this puzzle, Arthur came back up with another black dildo. He twisted it onto the gag, so it was opposite the dildo in America's mouth. He smiled at the curious expression in Alfred's eyes. "I think you should be able to know what to do with that." He said as he started taking off his own pants.
Shit... He didn't mean... But as the other's dress pants fell off his hips and pooled around his ankles along with his underwear -with the rest of his suit soon after- it was obvious it was the truth. England wanted him to fuck him with the toy: that was attached to his fucking mouth. Nothing could ever be just as embarrassing but so hot at the same time. Alfred watched with a lustful gaze as his master crawled up on the bed with him and went on his knees; looking over his shoulder at him expectantly.
Waiting for the American to hurry the bloody hell up, Arthur watched as he made his way over to him, the dildo waving slightly from his mouth. When he got close enough, England held up a bottle of lube. "Be a good slave and prepare your master."