Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE!
Alfred goes to this "S&M" club to gain money for his brothe... So a lot more whoring... And humiliation.
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Alfred was only wearing a blanket, a collar, and a leash. Ludwig was driving him to this "place" he talked to him about before. He wasn't exactly looking forward to it.
He had the passenger seat back, so people wouldn't see him. Ludwig didn't seem to care. Yes, he could just use the blanket to hide his collar, but Alfred didn't want people to question why he would be wearing a blanket in the first place. (He would probably have to "pleasure" those who sees him, after all.)
Though, when darkness filled inside of the car, Alfred sat up to see what was going on. 'Is this the place?' Ludwig parked the car, comfirming his question. "So um... Where are we?"
Ludwig smirked. "Underground. It's a club."
"And it's open in the middle of the day?"
"Ja."* Ludwig got out of the car, and forcefully dragged Alfred out, as well. Ludwig dug into his jacket until he found what he was looking for- a riding crop. Alfred's eyes widen.
"Wh-What is that..?" He asked, as though he didn't already know. (He didn't want to know.) 'And where did you put it..?'
"Hands and knees, Alfred."
"What?!" Alfred looked at Ludwig. He was wondering if he heard correctly. "Right here?!"
"You're going to crawl."
"What?!"
Ludwig grabbed him by his hair and forced him on his knees. "Crawl!" He smacked Alfred's ass with the crop when Alfred tried standing up. "Or do you not want your brother home, and safe?"
Alfred closed his eyes and swallowed his pride. 'For Matthew...' He started crawling foward, but he was stopped by the leash when Ludwig wouldn't move.
"You may not want your glasses on for this..." He crouched down to remove the glasses. He folded them up, and placed them in his car. "There. Now, let's go inside."
"Inside" was loud and bright with beams of pink, green, red, yellow... That's all Alfred could see, anyway, and he was grateful to his father for giving him bad eye-sight.
Except, he couldn't help but to bump into some people, but those people didn't seem to mind at all. On the contrary- they sounded excited to see him.
"What a cutie!" A female (or, what he assumes is one) crouched down to examine his face. ('Looks like one, too.) "Hello~! What is your name?"
"He can't understand you, miss. He only knows English."
"Oh, so he came from England, then?"
Ludwig shook his head. "No. He came from America."
"Oh! So this is the famous American, huh? Would it be... Unacceptable from society, to get myself pregnant from him?"
"Would you want to sell or train your own child? Think about this before you answer."
That she did. She thought about it, before standing up, and shaking her head. "Probably not. Thank you, anyway."
Ludwig smirked. "You can thank me by advertising."
The woman shared the smirk. "Will do!"
It wasn't long, before people were wanting a taste of Alfred. He already got four men wanting him at the same time, with other men waiting on them.
"Okay, Alfred. You are going to do two hand jobs, while sucking on someone and getting fucked at the same time."
Alfred nodded and waited on the men to get comfortable, before he yelped at the one man fucking him. His noises were muffled out by another man's cock, and his wrists were taken so two others could guide them to their shafts as well.
'For Mattie...' He thought to himself. 'For Mattie...'
Ludwig was sitting back and watching carefully. He had to calculate everything that everyone did to Alfred, so he could bill them after they are finished accurately.
He also couldn't let Alfred's almost painful moaning distract him. He couldn't help but to grow hard at the sight, but he still focused as best as he could.
A hand was wrapping itself around Alfred's own, formally neglected member, and started pumping up and down. "It's an extra fifty to make him cum on purpose. I can't charge you if you do it accidently, though." The hand left, making Alfred moan in frustration. He thrusted upwards at the lost contact.
Alfred had a hard time before another man took the first one's place in his mouth. It wasn't long before the person inside of him finished, as well, and another one entered directly after him.
'I'm going to have to reduce the price a little, for sloppy seconds... Well, unless I can get away with it, of course, but I don't think I will.'
Alfred was fucked (and he fucked a few people, himself) until he was about to lose consciousness. Luckly for him, Ludwig caught this right away, and stopped, once the people who had him last, finished up.
"He is about to pass out, but we will return tomorrow. I promise." He pulled Alfred away, who was a mess. 'And he will be thoroughly cleaned inside and out, before he does anything else.' He thought to himself.
There were some noises of disappointment, but everyone who was around them moved so the two could leave. Alfred was wrapped around the blanket again, to prevent making a mess in the car.
"That was wonderful, Alfred! ...Alfred?" He pushed on the boy's shoulder a little.
"Hm? How much..?" He asked, obviously worn out.
"Over five-thousand marks."
Alfred woke up then. "Wh... What?! Five... Thousand? Five, fucking, thousand doll- err, marks?!"
Ludwig chuckled. "You just made more than most people with actual careers would in about three months, in only a few hours. Of course, it's going towards your brother."
"Of course..." Though Alfred really didn't want to sell out his body. "Is there anything non-sexual I could do?"
"Of course, but it would take years to get your brother immunity, let alone back home in America."
'Dammit...' Alfred bit his lip. 'For Mattie...'
"By the way, you'll have to get plenty of rest. We're coming back, tomorrow."
There was a sharp "pang" in his chest. "Oh... I might as well rest in the moving car, then... Wait a second..."
Ludwig's eyes averted over to Alfred a little. "Hm?"
"Are you driving?"
Ludwig couldn't help but to chuckle again. "I am. Get some rest, Alfred. You really need it."
'Well, I suppose that would explain the sun...' He sighed. "Good idea..." He rested his head against the window...
15,900/20,000
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"Ja" - "Yes"