Alfred swore that the only thing that kept him from cumming right then at those words was the fact that he would be in essence sucking himself off if he did. Taking the bottle with shaking hands, it took a bit for him to have them liberally coated and then still unsure, he slipped a single finger inside his tight warmth. Still sucking on the toy, he had started to taste the faint but recognizable flavour of his precum seeping through the catheter and into his mouth. If he let himself forget that it was his cum he was tasting, he was able to imagine it as England's cock that he was sucking on greedily again as he currently added a second finger past his tight ring of muscle.
Smirking, Arthur lifted his butt a little off the bed, making the fingers go farther inside him. There was a slight burning feeling, but he didn't mind. It wasn't like he had never been penetrated before. "Hurry up, you incompetent fool."
It felt somewhat awkward as he nodded quickly; the dildo making the balance of his head different. Pushing in a third finger, he started to thrust them in and out slowly before pressing the tip of the toy against where his fingers were. Taking them out, he placed the toy at England's stretched hole and with a lustful feeling in both his eyes and cock, pressed it in.
Opening his mouth slightly and giving a small moan, Arthur tried to stay relatively silent. "That is a good boy. Keep it up." He reached down with one hand, lacing his fingers in the other's blond hair. He felt the strap, running his thumb over it. "Move faster."
Once again, Alfred tried to nod to show that he understood but since the dildo was inside England now, it didn't work. Instead, he just let out a whimpering sound -from that and the insistent hand in his hair- and tried to angle himself so that he could go faster. Even with Arthur somewhat pulling him to go faster, he still wasn't going too fast. Because of it, he tried to make each thrust hard and deep to make up for the fact. Maybe if he hit his master's prostate like that, he would enjoy it more.
England smiled when his prostate was hit, sending pleasure up his whole body. Yes, this was possibly the best feeling in the world for the blond. But of course, he couldn't let his slave know that. "You had better make me cum, unless you want to be punished." He said, his voice level despite wanting to scream out in ecstasy.
Another keening sound escaped from America's throat as he all but doubled his effort. England looked so bored when he turned his head to look at Alfred and he wanted Arthur to moan, to do something other than look so composed. The only way he knew that would happen was if he made him cum. Then he wouldn't be able to be so calm.
His head continued to thrust the toy into the other's ass. It was somewhat awkward to have his face get that close, but even with it America continued to lick and suck at the toy in his mouth which created a slight suction feeling in it. Also, his hands were braced on the bed to help him thrust even though they wanted to either be on his own cock or on England's pale skin.
With his hand, Arthur reached down under him to move his cock to a more comfortable position. As his hand made contact with the sensitive skin, he gave a small gasp. At the same time, his prostate was hit once again.
The pleasure Alfred felt just by hearing England gasp was more than he would have ever thought. Just knowing that he was doing something right made him continued to bob his head with renewed vigour as well as continue sucking on the black toy. If only it was possible for him to be able to fuck him and give him a blow job at the same time. America continued to breath heavily out of his nose; his cock rock hard from everything. The catheter was even giving him a little bit of pleasure -nothing like the sound did though.
Lifting up his hips, England started to thrust back. He felt the toy go deeper into his arse, and also felt Alfred's face being pressed into his cheeks slightly. He took over practically all of the movements, making things go at his own pace.
With his master impaling himself on the toy, America stopped moving as much so that they could work in tandem to make him cum. Angling his head a bit, he was elated when Arthur let out a breathy gasp as he assumed his prostate was hit. Keeping his head there, Alfred continued to suck and nibble lightly on the dildo, tasting even more cum as he became more and more turned on.
England grabbed his shaft, running his thumb over the head to smear the precum there. He started stroking it, bringing himself closer to climax. He smirked when he heard Alfred make muffled sounds behind the gag. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"
Oh fucking hell yes! America yelled in his mind. All he managed to do though was let out a variety of needy sounds as he kept his eyes glued on the repetitive twitch of Arthur's arm from jerking himself off. He could barely see his hand and cock from between his legs if he twisted his head to the side, but other than that he was unable to see the show, which made his cock twitch.
Hand going faster, Arthur impaled himself on the dildo, needing it inside him as far as possible. He let out a moan as he came all over his hand. Pushing himself forward, England let the toy slide out, letting America move his head freely. "I... might consider it." He said, slightly breathless.
Fuck. If the look England was giving him wasn't going to make him cum right then and there, just imagining his hands touching him with his cum on them was enough to almost do him in. All that stopped him now was the fact that he really did want to be touched. The only thing though now was just what to do to prove that he was worthy of getting the attention. What he really wanted to do was clean off his master's hand and taste him again, but with the gag he obviously couldn't do that. And America wasn't sure if he would be punished if he touched him with his hands.
Wiping his mouth, Arthur went closer to America. Lightly, he took one wrist in his hand, slowly taking it up to his lips. He kissed the skin right under the leather cuff, his eyes half closed. Making sure to keep Alfred's attention on that, he snaked his other hand under the mattress, grabbing the chain he had hidden there.
A loud, appreciative moan was dragged from his lungs as Arthur kissed the inner skin of his wrists delicately. The egg was still inside him from his first orgasm and it had kept him sensitive to all that was happening. His eyes started to slip shut but stopped so he could still see the green gaze that was seductively trained on him. Although his ass hurt faintly from being both slapped with the gloves and spanked, his entire world revolved around his painful erection, the gag in his mouth and the Arthur's eyes.
Taking the chain in his hand, England suddenly pulled it up, and hooked it to the leather cuff. He took his mouth off, smiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I am going to tie you up now, and take liberties with your body." He went to the other corner of the bed, taking out a similar chain, which he attached to the other cuff. Then he reached behind the tall man, finding the button for the vibrating egg. He turned it off and quickly took it out.
Having the vibrator taken out of him made his ass almost tingle from the loss of the vibrations, but that wasn't what he was focusing on. At this point in time, it wouldn't have matted what England said, as long as he kept talking to him. His accent was so suave yet harsh and America couldn't get enough of it. Even as he was tied to the bed by his wrists, all he could concentrate on was the look of control in his eyes and the fact that he knew he could just leave Alfred there with a full, painful hard on and wait for the cleaning ladies to find him. The long abandoned collar on his neck was trapping his sweat underneath it just like the cuffs and rubbed against his skin roughly.
"Lie down." He ordered, voice firm and commanding. As the blond did what Arthur had said, the Englishman went to the bottom of the bed, grabbing some rope. He pulled on America's legs, making it so the chains were taught, and then tied up his ankles.
Watching England tie him up, Alfred almost bucked his hips up to signal that he was ready to be touched, but he didn't want to be punished more. All he did instead was wait until he was tied up before testing the bond lightly. America could move them only a little bit; no where near good enough if he wanted to try and touch Arthur.
Looking at the immobile man, England contemplated just leaving him there for a while. He wouldn't even be able to yell at him, because of the gag. But then he remembered what he had planned next, and rejected the idea. "So, the dirty slut wants to be touched."
This time Alfred wasn't as restrictive in his motions as he moaned wantonly and let his hips piston into thin air. So what if he was to be punished? At this point, America was sure that England wouldn't abandon him, so that just left physical punishment which would still mean touching him in some way or another.
Shaking his head, England looked down at his, disappointed. "Well, that seems mighty presumptuous of you. Actually thinking I would want to touch you? What a naughty little slave you are." Once again picking up the ruler he had abandoned, Arthur ran the tip of it against America's hard length. "You should be happy you are getting this much."
Biting hard around the gag, Alfred had to squeeze his eyes shut so that he didn't cum just yet. Maybe if he proved that he could handle such light caresses England would finally touch him with his own hand. It was incredibly difficult for him not to talk even with the thing in his mouth, so he just continued to make noises to try and get touched.
Rubbing the flat part of the ruler up Alfred's shaft, England watched him squirm. He dipped it lower, caressing his balls for a second. "Look how big you have gotten from being touched only by a ruler. You are such a slut." And, to prove his point, Arthur pulled back the ruler, smacking it against the erection.
There wasn't much more America could do but scream in ecstasy behind the gag and thrust his hips up again. It wasn't fair that England knew that he was a closet masochist. Especially not when he was seconds away from cumming hard, which would end up in his own mouth; not that his mind was anywhere near thinking about it anymore.
"What a lewd little boy, to get off on pain." Arthur said, shaking his head and smacking his cock again. Of course, he didn't mention that he got off on America getting off on pain. He went closer, putting one leg between Alfred's, and the other outside them. He put a corner of the ruler right beside the catheter, rubbing the sensitive flesh.
Once again he screamed against the toy as his urethra was mercilessly rubbed. Any second now and his self-control would go completely down the drain and he would cum. Even quicker if England kept leering down at him with a smirk on his face and his crotch not even an inch from his thigh.
"Now, remember to suck really well. You want to give a good blow job, don't you?" Arthur said, smirking as he saw America's thighs tense up and his balls twitch. He was obviously seconds away from cumming. He twirled the ruler, rubbing the underside of his head.
Just milliseconds after he started sucking hard on the toy in his mouth again, Alfred vision and mind whited out as he came hard. The catheter in his urethra made the sensation feel somewhat strange again; but not as it had with the rod. With the suction on the tube, his cum had travelled up the length of it and before America had a chance to remember just what would happen, he choked slightly before swallowing awkwardly as his cum seeped into the back of his mouth. Since his tongue couldn't move properly, it was quite difficult to swallow the slimy liquid, but he managed to continue alternatively sucking and swallowing all the cum from his softening erection.
Well, hope you all had a merry Christmas! And, there is only one chapter left of this story, and then the longest sex scene we have ever written will be over! Anyway, hope to see you all for the Grand Finale!