Hey guys I'm really sorry this took so long. As I said on my tumblr my family's going through some trying times right now and with exams coming up there hasn't been much time to write. But don't worry, the story's almost done. Thanks for sticking around =)

I do not own Hetalia or any characters used in this fic.

"Prus.. I-I m-mean.. M-master...! Y-you w-want m-me to w-wear that?!" Feliciano whimpered and tried to hide the bright blush on his face behind a shaky hand. Gilbert let out a sinister chuckle, looking down at the flustered man. A small blue collar with a little bell attached was wrapped snugly around his neck and on his head was a pair of perky bunny ears. The tip of his nose was painted a pale pink, and around his wrist were matching padded handcuffs. Gilbert grabbed the boy's shoulder and tried to coax him again into the last part of the costume. It was a bushy, innocent-looking bunny tail, but attached to it was a steel anal hook with circular nub at its end.

"Come on, Feli," he said when he'd finished drenching it with lube. "I know you're gonna love it.." He began prodding the boy's entrance with the cold hard metal. Feliciano shuddered, whimpering as he was bent over the bed and attacked from behind.

"My, what a slutty little bunny." Gilbert's words dripped with lust as he stroked his hot length now that the boy was on set. He could hear the cameras click, capturing every lusty moment, and with the crop back in his hand, he approached Feli's kneeling form. A sinister smile spread across his lips and he waved the crop in front of the boy's frightened face. He slid its tip beneath the boy's chin and lifted his head to face him, watching as he trembled at the leather on his skin."Tell me," Gilbert's voice dropped threateningly low as he smirked, holding out his swollen girth. "Does my little bunny want his carrot?"

Feliciano shuddered but nodded obediently, unable to control his humiliating moans as he took the hot length into his mouth. The cold hook pressed against his prostate while he struggled to continue sucking, still feeling its menacing push with every bob of his head.

Lovino's member twitched in agony, still tied by silk ribbon and trapped beneath the garter around his waist. His sensitive tip rubbed against the black cotton, dripping with precum and soaking the soft material. His hands held tightly to the woven basket in his hands and his red, hooded cloak teasingly grazed his bare bottom. When a throaty moan escaped his lips, Antonio charged onto the set. He gripped the flustered boy's hips and pulled him back, grinding him against his throbbing cock. Lovino whined at the material preventing the contact of their skin as Antonio's heat slipped between his smooth cheeks.

"B-Boss..!" He gasped, pushing back beggingly against the passionate man. Antonio snickered. He thrust harder against the man and held tightly to his hips, claiming him with bruises he knew his hands would leave. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against the quivering man's back and used one hand to snap the elastic of his thigh-high stockings. His tongue slid along the shell of his ear, making him shiver when Toni's hot breath met his wet skin.

"You ready to ride me, little Red?"

Beep, beep, beep!

Ludwig nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the glorious sound. He knew what this meant. It was finally his turn. Now he had Feliciano all to himself, and he was ready to make the man his. He greedily scooped up the little bunny boy, yanking the hook out of his hole and shoving Gilbert to the side.

"Oi! I'm in charge of dressing him!" The albino protested.

"Not this time, Bruder." Ludwig said sternly, leaving no room for argument. "He's mine."

Lovino wanted to cry when Antonio suddenly pulled away, whispering in Francis's ear before leaving him to reluctantly remove the red riding hood gear. Lovino whined as he watched him go, not realizing that his boyfriend was headed for the large black bag. Was this what it felt like to be Feliciano? At this point, he was willing to do anything if he could just be pegged already! As he thought this, raggedy short-shorts were tugged up to his waist and a tight, striped v-neck covered his torso. A bandana with a skull insignia was wrapped around his head and two more bandanas were placed around his waist and loosely around his neck. His wrists were tied behind his back with tethered rope and he was shoved onto the makeshift set. He sat quivering on a wooden stool, weeping cock still tied with ribbon and twitching beneath his shorts as he awaited his horny, Spanish lover.

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