First off, I wanna say a big thank you to everyone that's been following my story :) I must warn you though, from here it does get a little more sexually explicit, so beware if that will be a trigger for you (I don't mean to exploit the characters in this way, but it is all part of the storyline, as mentioned before).

"Don't look so worried, Alfred, I'm not as angry as I was yesterday. You must understand that I was just in shock at seeing you in this country – liken it to the feeling you get when someone drops in unannounced during dinner."

"I understand."

"I hit you a few minutes ago because you wouldn't stop lying to us. It's not fair when mein bruder is trying to do his job and you wont tell the truth." Ludwigs' voice was rather paternal at that point, which both irritated and upset Alfred as it reminded him of Arthurs'.

He stood a little closer

"You know, you're actually quite handsome, though I suppose everyone has told you that." He remarked, admiring his high cheekbones and strong jaw. It's a shame he's an American….

Alfred remained silent – what could I say? "Thanks buddy, same to you?"

"And your body is not too bad either…you've a little bit of fat, but I think it makes you look cute." He bent down slightly and held Alfreds' dick between his thumb and forefinger "Roderich was right about this though – it's not really much of a shower, but I suppose it'll redeem itself when it grows."

Alfred could feel himself going red all over again and a horrible nausea rising from the pit of his stomach.

"That wasn't an observation, that was an order. I want you to get it hard."

He swallowed his pride and began jerking off using his right hand, desperately trying to ignore the eagle-eyed man watching him. He looked to the floor and thought of something, anything, that could possibly make him hard. Endless reams of naked women from the backs of his playing cards and recollections of filthy tales of the exotic prostitutes that his comrades used to tell began to fill his head.

Ludwig brought his hands together once in delight

"Ach and there it is! I take it back, your dick is very impressive!"

Alfred suddenly locked gazes with his captor and felt that sickening wave of shame wash over him once again. The other man did not seem to care and grabbed it with great force, causing Alfred to moan sharply and release his own hand.

"You like that, eh? How big is this thing anyway?"

"A-about 8 inches…"

"A little bigger than mine, but I suppose you don't really know what to do with it?"

"I don't know."

Ludwig started rubbing it beneath his firm grasp; Alfred could do nothing except make small sighs of pleasure and grip the edge of the bed to steady himself – Oh God, get off me you fucking freak! I'm not into that shit!

He picked up the pace and inched closer

"I could easily push you onto this bed and fuck you" He growled, licking the younger mans' earlobe and moving down to nuzzle his neck.

"I'm not a homosexual!" Alfred hissed, avoiding the stare of his abuser.

Ludwig said nothing and rubbed even harder and faster, until Alfred could hold it in no longer, doubled over a little and released hot messy cum into his gloved hand. Before Alfred could collect his thoughts together, the cell door was suddenly flung open.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't mess with my patient, Ludwig!"

"I got the semen sample for you." He smirked, carefully removing his glove and showing it to Roderich, who grimaced and passed him a dish to put it in. Elizeveta trailed in behind, carrying the larger doctors bag and caught sight of the tousled Alfred, who was still in a state of hazy arousal. She quickly darted her gaze to the floor and went to set the heavy load down.

"What's wrong, Elizeveta? Did you want to get the semen sample yourself?" Ludwig teased, then muttered to Alfred "You have to watch that one, she's the type to jump on any man the minute her husbands' back is turned!"

"Please, don't say anymore…" She whimpered quietly.

"She doesn't want me to reveal that little secret of hers, because she thinks that she's capable of feeling shame. I always tell her though, only good girls can feel shame." He shot her an accusatory glare "Good girls that stay true to their husbands and don't fuck their Bruder-in-laws…"

Alfred suddenly felt another, stronger wave of revulsion for that awful German bastard in front of him, as the poor nurse bowed her head in shame and tried to cover her tears.

Roderich, ignoring the abuse being heaped on his wife, snapped the tourniquet onto his left arm and tapped for a vein. Alfred did not even flinch once as the needle pierced his skin – he was too busy glaring a hole through the back of Ludwigs' head with the fresh hatred he was feeling.

Just you wait, Ludwig Beilshmidt, just you fucking wait…