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!

Torture.

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Alfred was chained to the basement wall by his wrists. "It's a good thing you made a lot of marks for me. I had to spend a lot, just to find you." Ludwig told him, before kicking his side, hard enough to bruise. Alfred screamed in pain.

The riding crop Ludwig had in his hand tipped Alfred's head up. "Where would you go? America is across the ocean."

"Russia..." Ludwig's eyes widened.

"Do you really not love him?"

"I just met him... But he's a lot better than you!" That earned him another bruising kick to the side.

"Do you know what Francis did to Lovino when he ran away?"

"Wh... What?" The thought of someone running away from a man who he loved so much, to Alfred, was unbelievable.

"He burned one of Lovino's feet."

Alfred's eyes widen in fear and confusion. "What?! Why would he do that to Lovino?! I thought that they love and wants to marry each other! Why would Lovino even love him?!"

"It didn't start out like that, but I think they both bent their lives so they could both be happy. That was a little over a year ago, though, so I don't know the details."

"A-Are you..?" Alfred hesitated. He was kind of afraid of the answer.

"No. I don't think so. I have an idea that's a bit more... Creative." Ludwig took out a pocket knife.

Alfred pulled his feet away. "Wh-What?!"

"I'm going to carve my initials on the bottom of your feet. Don't worry, though. I'll clean and bandage them when I'm done, so they won't get infected."

"That's not what I'm... What?! Would they even scar?!"

"Are you saying that you want it to scar?" Ludwig asked, with a chuckle. "Because I can leave a scar on your feet."

"N-N-No, no... I just thought that you were implying..."

"Well..." He put the knife away, for now. "Let's see how I feel, after I do the rest of your punishment, first." He turned around to leave the basement.

"Dammit! All I did was run! I never killed anyone, or anything! Ludwig! DAMMIT! I HATE YOU! I'll kill you! I'll bite your dick off and choke you to death with it, you bastard!"

Ludwig only chuckled and walked away, while Alfred was throwing more curses at him. 'I'll remember that.'

Alfred wore himself out with all of the screaming he was doing, even after Ludwig had left the basement. When he returned, he returned with a two covered metal buckets (to keep whatever is in them, in) and a pair of gloves over his hands.

Ludwig walked over to Alfred and released his hands, just so they could be cuffed together behind his back. He took a moment just to admire the new collar around Alfred's neck.

"I didn't think that I would, but I really do love that metal collar. It's probably just the paint job, but it looks very attractive on you. Who knew that fake silver would look good around your neck? I hope it doesn't melt."

Alfred's eyebrows scrunched together at that last sentence in confusion. "What?" Ludwig uncovered the two buckets. Steam poured out of one of them, and Alfred suddenly knew what he meant by "melt." "You can't- what if it scars my face?!"

"Well, that's what the other bucket is for. That, and surgery, if needed. I also love these gloves. You can touch something at any temperature, no matter how hot, or cold that "something" may be, and they will protect your skin from harm."

"Y-You don't want to scar m-my face, though... Do you?"

"Hot water won't scar you enough where it's unfixable. At least, it won't if it sits here all day." Ludwig took Alfred's glasses off, before taking a hand full of Alfred's hair. Alfred tried pulling away, but Ludwig got his face into the hot water.

Alfred thrashed around in pain, and tried getting out, but Ludwig wouldn't let him go yet. Just a few more seconds later, and he was pulled back, and pushed into the cold water. Alfred seemed to have relaxed a little, before he was starting to run out of air, and started thrashing around again.

Ludwig held him there until his struggling cease almost completely. Alfred took a huge breath of air the second his face was pulled out of the water.

"See? Your face is fine." He covered the bucket with hot water up again. Alfred was then dragged to a table on the other side of the basement and was shoved down onto it, chest-first.

His collar was hooked and locked onto the metal table. His legs were spread so they could be cuffed to the legs of the table, forcefully keeping his legs spread for Ludwig.

Alfred yelped when Ludwig grinded his hips together with his own. "You're a sick man, if you're getting off on this!"

Ludwig smirked. "This" is part of my job."

Alfred heard the clanking of metal hitting metal, and the shuffling of clothes being adjusted, before Ludwig forcefully plunged into him. No lube. No preparation. Just dry and rough.

He bit his lip- hard- to keep himself from screaming. Blood started running down his chin and formed a small pool under him. Ludwig was getting frustrated at this. He wanted the boy to scream. He wanted him to beg him to stop...

But he was getting none of that so far. He'll just have to make him beg some other way. "F-Fuck... C-Call me master... If you want me to finish already..." Still nothing. "Fine..."

Alfred whimpered and bit his lip harder once Ludwig finally found his prostate. 'Fuck... Why does it feel so good when he hits that one spot?'

Ludwig chuckled in a low voice. "'Feels good?" Alfred shook his head. Ludwig grabbed his hardening arousal, making him yelp in surprise. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not... It's hurts..."

"Good. It's supposed to hurt... All that whoring around made you kind of loose."

"I had to... For Mattie..."

Ludwig leaned down to whisper in his ear. "But you enjoyed it. You enjoyed having cocks all around you..."

Alfred shook his head. "No... Only the girls felt..."

"Yes, yes, I know. You're a straight man, but has feelings for a male who is in Russia."

"F-Fuck!" Alfred tried thrusting his dick foward to get more stimilation, but Ludwig pulled away.

"I don't want you to cum. Not unless you beg for it."

Alfred's head snapped back as far as it could. "Fuck you!"

"If you insist." He slammed into the boy with more force. If he won't beg for pleasure, than he'll recieve pain, instead.

Alfred couldn't hold in his screams, now. The only pleasure he got was whenever Ludwig would "accidently" hit his prostate. It wasn't enough, to give Alfred release.

Ludwig finally came, and Alfred sighed in relief. "You think that your punishment is done? It's far from done." Ludwig forced himself out and started walking away.

"W-Wait a second! Wh-Where are you going?!" He started thrashing around as a failed attempt to get free.

"I'll be right back. I just need to grab some things."

"Wh-What?! You're just going to leave me like this?!" The slamming of the door being shut answered his question.

He wasn't gone for too long, though. His hands returned to Alfred's still hard and hurting dick, to slip a metal band over the shaft of it. His used his other hand to slip a finger deep inside of Alfred.

"Why are you... What did you place arou- ah~! Fuck..."

Ludwig smiled at his find, and pushed a plastic, egg-shaped object to that same spot. "Now you'll have to stay like this, for the rest of the night."

"Stay like" what?! What did you put inside of me?!"

"Just a little "toy," to keep you occupied." And with that, he pushed a button on a tiny remote, and the "toy" started vibrating against Alfred's prostate. "And the other thing is a "cock ring." It prevents you from cumming."

"Wh-What?! Wouldn't that be a DANGEROUS thing for me?!"

"Well, then maybe you'll think twice about running away next time? See you tomorrow, Alfred." He set a voice recorder behind Alfred, before leaving him to suffer...