A/N: So, a couple people have asked me for another chapter.. that and my internet is suspiciously out. That's why.. I'M BACK, to write another chapter because I love you guys, my anime people! and I have nothing better to do really. Apologizing in advance for kind of turning England into a whore, my bad. So, as requested, here. Take it!
England wakes up, in a haze, lying on his side and immediately flips onto his back and stretches. He yawns and stays lying on his back, blinking the grogginess out of his eyes and trying to wake up. Glancing to the side, he sees France on the other side of the room and everything that happened to him last night came rushing back..
The wine..
France's fucked up dungeon..
And damn his ass was in pain.
He involuntarily clenches and unclenches his asshole, bad idea. Sharp pains rack through his body and down his spine because, let's face it, England has never been fucked that good or hard in a very long time. Besides, this was a first for him. He was used to good old, boring, normal, sex. This whole new world was open to him now. The world of bondage, and masochism, and the kinky side of sex. It was wrong. Damn this shit to hell it was wrong.
But he liked it.
And France? Well, France was just happy someone had agreed, if you could even consider this agreeing, to sleep around with him. Luckily, England was an attractive male and was sort of open to try new things.
France already had everything planned out for when England decided to wake up. Turning around to look at him, he realized he was awake and walked across the room to stand beside the bed, hovering over England.
"Good morning, England. How do you feel?", France asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.
"Oi, I'm okay I think.", England arched his back in order to crack it and let out another yawn. "My arse is in a lot of pain right now thanks to you."
"Oh, you have no idea what I have planned for you", France says and a big grin plants itself onto his face.
Oh hell.. England thinks to himself. Hey, he was the tough badass England. If he could drink immense amounts of whiskey and still be semi in charge of his thoughts, he could take a cock up his ass again.
"So, I was thinking we could try some more things..", France mumbles.
England sighs. Sometimes he wondered how France got off to this, but everyone likes their own thing, right? "Whatever.."
"But first, your master would like you to suck him off until completion."
"Why in the bloody hell are you referring to yourself in the third person?", England asked.
"I just like when I remind you that I am the seme in this relationship, and the tough England has submitted to me. It gives me great pride." France's grin widens.
England sighs and rubs his eyes. "Please, don't remind me or I will just walk away from this place. I don't like thinking about it."
"Whatever. Okay, wake up, on your knees in front of me", France says, and curls the small leather whip around his finger a couple of times.
England slowly drags himself out of bed, and eventually makes it into a kneeling position in front of the flirty blond. He looks up at him and rolls his eyes slightly.
"Don't do that, that's disrespectful, and I will use this on you", France says and lightly flicks the whip in his direction. France's pants show the increasingly large bulge through the front of his red pants.
England sighs and leans forward on his knees slightly, reaching forward with one hand to rub France through his pants softly and using the other hand to support himself. He looks down at the floor and continues to rub France increasingly harder.
France whips Englands naked back once and tsks slightly. England cringes and blushes a bit. "Always look at me when you're pleasuring me", he says and smirks.
England tips his head back and directly makes eye contact, while he uses his hand that was once rubbing Frances crotch to unbutton and unzip his pants. England leans forward to press a kiss to France's cock, covered by his boxers. France feels a chill up his spine and smiles down at him.
England presses light kisses against his crotch, around his thighs and directly on the increasingly large and hard bump. He sticks his tongue out and licks the fabric.
"Stop teasing me", France says in a slightly shakey voice and brings the small whip back down onto England's back. England nods curtly and pulls down his boxers, releasing France's cock from it's tight containment. France lets his breath out in approval, and brings his hand that's not holding the whip down into England's soft blond hair gently. England leans forward and gives the head a soft kiss.
France shivers slightly and thrusts his hips forward gently, England doesn't do what is obvious that France wants him to do, but places light kisses to his shaft and around his head. France's grip in England's hair tightens to hold his head in place and, dropping the whip, he grabs his cock with his other hand and slaps it against England's cheek. "Open wide", France says and laughs slightly.
England opens his mouth tentatively, and France grabs his jaw and squeezes, forcing his mouth open wider. England blushes harder and France thrusts his hips forward hard. The smaller one squeezes his eyes shut as it's forced against his throat and he gags slightly. France thrusts his hips hard and fast into England's mouth, thrusting into the back of his throat. England gags slightly and pulls his head away, turning his head to cough.
The taller of the two tightens his grip on his head and rubs his cock head against England's lips gently. England parts his lips slightly and pulls his cock back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head gently and pushes more into his mouth. France leans his head back and closes his eyes, tugging on England's hair slightly. England slides his tongue against the thick throbbing vein, and reaches down with one hand to touch himself-
And smack.
France slaps him behind his head.
"Oh you poor boy, have I not told you to listen to me? You don't have permission to do anything really, unless I tell you to do it. Touching yourself is one of those things. Unless I tell you to, you're not allowed to", France says matter of factly and lets go of England's head to walk away to the other side of the room. England falls down and lies there, and his body shakes slightly.
He can't.. touch himself. Without permission?
England got himself into this in the first place because he had a lot of sexual tension and France gave him enough to satisfy his sexual desires. Fuck that, he gave him way more than enough. But this is just.. constricted. Not fair.
While England lies on the ground contemplating his options, France is pulling things out of his Wall, as well as thinking over things in his own head. How should he take England? Be soft and sympathetic or.. hard and unforgiving? Maybe since he had just started out with this.. He should show a little sympathy.
"England. I give you permission. Just go onto the bed, sit in the middle of it, and give your Master a little show..", he says, and goes to sit on the couch adjacent to the bed, leaving his pants undone and down to mid thigh, his cock still out and standing fully erect.
England is still naked, only wearing the collar France had put on him the night before. He climbs onto the bed and sits in the middle, his cock also rock hard. He blushes harder and takes a deep breath.
"What would you like me to do?", England asks.
"Ask me properly is a good starter", France replies.
"What should I do.. Master?", England asks and bites into his lower lip in embarassment.
"Masturbate.. Moan as loud as you can.. and scream my name when you cum", he states simply.
England nods and opens his legs so France can see. Although this is humiliating, he knows France could have been a hell of a lot worse. This is him giving England a lot more freedom than he normally would, and being a lot nicer. Normally, England wouldn't take his pity but he was so hard right now it was painful and he would take any chance he could get just to cum.
So England leans back and grasps his cock in his right hand, looking away and starts to stroke himself slowly.
"Oh, look at me when you do this too", France is outright staring at him.
England shifts his gaze over to France and starts to stroke himself faster. He lets out a small moan and mutters "fuck" under his breath very quietly.
"England.. Be loud. I want to hear you moan. Don't make me rethink this", he says and grabs a hold of his own cock.
England locks eyes with France again and rubs his thumb around the head, spreading his precum around the tip. He thrusts himself harder and faster and starts to moan louder, blushing harder.
France can't keep his eyes off England and the erotic sight before him. He pumps himself harder and breaths heavier, letting out a low throaty moan.
England squeezes his shaft harder and rubs the head faster in circles, moaning louder and wantonly, stroking up his cock increasingly faster as he feels something in the pit of his stomach heat up.
France feels the all too familiar feeling as well of near completion, stroking himself faster as his cock twitches and he cums with a loud groan.
England's own cock lets out a burst of his own essence, as he moans out loud and strokes himself quickly until his cock finishes squirting.
England collapses onto his side breathing hard and France makes his way over to the bed, and lies beside his "lover", wrapping his arms around him as he slowly falls asleep.
A/N: So.. I know this is kind of short and not all bondage-like but I'm writing this only because I really felt like writing.. but not all that much. You know, my internet keeps going out and that gives me time to write so.. Yay internet going out? I hope you guys like this little thing. I have no idea why I'm blushing so hard right now.