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Whisper of Stars	By : tamasama Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 6255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters. I make no money from the writing or distrobution of this story. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the lives of any person, living or dead, is purely conincedental.

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CHAPTER TEN
Over the past four days, America’s behavior had improved dramatically. He did what he was told, only used a rude tone with his master here and there, and even went out of his way to keep Russia entertained and happy. As a show of good faith, Russia now allowed him some limited access to the house, as long as he was always chained by a thick metal collar around the neck to some sturdy place in whichever room he was occupying. At the moment the blonde man was laying in the common-room watching Russian cartoons (his eyes squinting as he struggled his with his poor eyesight) with a confused look on his face, clearly struggling to understand what exactly was happening. He lay on his belly on the warm carpet next to the smoldering fireplace, his head propped up on his hands and feet up in the air with his legs crossed. The thick chain binding him was attached to the large and heavy couch’s thick metallic leg. Russia sat near-by in a rather bulky and comfortable old chair, reading a newspaper with fleeting interest as the silly sound effects poured from the screen and America giggled stupidly at something he was not quite sure he understood.
Russia set his paper aside and crossed his legs, eyeing the young man with interest, an idea forming in his mind. “Alfred, I want to try something, da?”
America turned his head to watch the taller man, the colors of the television show dancing across the his eyes and lighting the side of his face. “What’s up?” He asked, letting his hands drop and just holding himself up by his forearms. His feet fell to the floor with a muted thump.
“It will be of much fun, so do not worry.”
Some minutes later, America gulped audibly and looked up into Russia’s eyes uncertainly. The man had tied his arms behind his back with thick straps of leather, stripped him naked, and placed a fluffy yellow dog-ear headband onto his head. The blue-eyed man felt silly and embarrassed, his cheeks burning red as he pulled his legs up closer to his torso and tried to curl up into himself with shame. His gaze dropped to the floor when Russia clapped his hands together loudly and laughed, saying how cute he looked and fawning over the ridiculous getup.
“Just a couple more things and it will be of perfect!” The pale man giggled, pushing America over onto his back with his heavy booted foot. From his pocket he produced a small black ring with a cylindrical bulb at the base and slipped it onto the younger’s semi-erect penis, which was shortly followed by dildo that sported a furry blonde dog-like tail attachment that was quickly lubed and pushed up inside him with the utmost care. Nodding proudly at his handiwork, Russia walked around the man to sit on the couch.
“You look wonderful, Alfred. Roll over for me, da?”
His face burning with embarrassment, the USA rolled himself onto his front with some effort to lift his ass into the air, his hot cheek resting against the hard floor since his arms were rendered useless by the tight straps. “I don’t like this, dude.”
Russia just laughed and fished a small multi-function remote from his pocket and flipped a button to “on”. America gasped as the ring around his member began to vibrate softly, his eyes going wide with surprise and his legs spreading unintentionally wider as the feeling of the gentle and pleasurable sensations ran from the base where it was fastened up to the tip. His thighs quivered as he began making little thrusting motions when he had become fully hard, sighing a soft moan while his eyes fell shut.
“I thought you did not like it, Alfred.” Russia chuckled, slowly pushing the intensity control higher, full of mirth as he watched America wave his ass back and forth slightly from his uncomfortable-looking position on the floor. The way he was moving made it look like the soft blonde tail was wagging. “Do you wish for me to stop?” He began lowering the ring’s intensity slowly, leaning back and crossing his legs.
America shook his head as vigorously as he could considering his position, “N-no!”
Russia tilted his head in mock confusion, his brilliant violet eyes flashing as the pale-beige hair of his bangs dusted across his forehead, “Well, if you do not like it I think I should-”
“No! I-I like it…” The words were spoken in a shame-muffled voice that made the corners of the older man’s lips twitch up into a smile as he shrugged and returned the intensity to it’s medium-high setting. “How does it feel, Alfred?”
“…Good.” The blonde squeezed his eyes shut to not have to look into Russia’s wishing the floor would open up and eat him alive. His cheeks were bright red and he was absolutely mortified, and having the reclining man asking for some kind of play-by-play was not making anything better.
Toying with the control, up and down went the intensity, the Russian leaned forward a bit as he spoke, “Where does it feel good?”
“My… junk.”
“’Junk’? What is ‘junk’?”
“God damn it, Ivan, you know da- wait!” He cried when he felt the vibrations dying away entirely. “I mean… I mean… It feels good in… my… ju- dick.”
The man’s complete embarrassment was beyond hilarious to Russia, who sat on the couch muffling laughter in his hand until his stomach began to hurt. Who knew his newest country was so opposed to naming certain pieces of his anatomy in a less than vague way? All at once he felt a very fun idea form in his head, which made him laugh into his hand all the more while he pressed the pad of his right thumb to a different control on the device he was holding. He gave it a little spin and his American yelped as the base of the tail began to vibrate along with the ring. He continued to chuckle as he rose to his feet, walking to one side of the room to retrieve his cell phone then returned to sit. He flipped the fairly outdated phone (his boss was such a cheap asshole) open and began poking at the keys as he spoke; “I want you to tell me exactly how it feels.”
His bound hands clenching in a show of discomfort at the command, America swallowed thickly, his mind greatly distracted by the pleasurable feelings in his pelvic region. “It feels r-really good.”
“Where? How does it feel good?”
“It feels really good for my dick and in my… ass… Like, tingling or- or something.” The blonde moaned out through clenched teeth, slowly spinning himself on the carpeted floor to not have to look Russia in the eyes. His felt like his entire body was burning with embarrassment that was mixed with the sexual stimulation. Seriously, he was a “Christian nation”, damn it, so something like this was completely unbearable. He was positive that he was on a one-way street to Hell for liking something like this.
Leaning down and forward from his perch on the soft couch, Russia tilted his phone to get a better angle for the video he was recording. “Tell me, Alfred, what could I do for making it better?” He zoomed in a little on the shamed man’s half hidden face as he waited for an answer. Since he had spun himself Russia had to try and record his flustered expression from a small window of space between his legs, and although the tail swung by and got in the way time and again the angle had a particularly nice effect. Along with America’s reddened face he also managed to get his twitching cock into the frame, which was more than alright. “What do you me to do?”
“I… God damn it, Ivan, this is just too…” Groaning loudly, having yet to realize he was starring in his own little video, he wiggled about nervously on the floor for a moment. “I’d like it if you’d go- go down on me, you’re really good at it.”
Tears of shame and embarrassment sprung to the corners of his eyes when Russia just laughed heartily and leaned back into the chair, poking the “save” button and ending the video. “I can do that for you, Alfred, but first…” He spoke as he punched eleven numbers in and hit the call button, “I would like you to handle this phone call for me.” He walked over to America’s front and squatted down, holding the phone against the blonde’s cheek. He smiled as it rang.
The American’s confusion quickly slipped to panic as he heard someone answer the phone with a confused “hello”. It was not just someone, he knew this voice like the back of his hand. It was his boss, who was probably sitting around in the oval office surrounded by important people and doing oh so important things.
“M- Mr. President!” He yelped, his eyes wide as he stared at Russia in shock. Why the hell was he making him talk to his boss now of all times?! It was clear from the quivering little smile the Russian wore he found it all to be quite hilarious.
“Jones?!” Came his boss’s shocked voice from the other end of the world, “Where the hell have you been? Do you have ANY idea what’s been going on since you left?!” After a stretch of silence, he continued, “It’s been like a mad house here! We’ve had freak storms, cold fronts, there’s been a sever shortage of food and we’ve even had sporadic earthquakes!”
“There’s been a huge problem with drug consumption and an even higher increase in floods and these freakish blizzards coming from down south!”
Russia dropped to his knees and brought his face next to America’s ear, his cool breath sliding over it with every word, “Tell them that you are fine, you will being staying with me for a while, and that you need them to send you supplies and money.”
The smaller man shuddered at the soft and somehow erotic sound of Russia’s voice filling his ear and working to make him bite back a moan, America nodded and steeled himself. As he relayed the information, the Russian let his tongue slide along the warm ear from the lobule to the helix in one long motion, a low and breathy sigh slipping from his lips to tickle along the sensitive skin.
“Do you like it, Alfred?” He whispered into the quivering man’s ear as his left hand held the phone steadily so he could talk with his superior. “Would you like it if I put your dick into my mouth right now, while your President is on the phone?”
America went ridged as he tried to pay heed to the important man grilling him over the cell as he felt his arousal greaten at Russia’s words. Sighing quietly in relief as he felt the tight bonds on his arms slacken and come free, he nodded when Russia motioned for him to hold the phone himself. As he tried to keep up with the rapid-fire questions his boss was throwing his way America watched Russia stand and make his way back to the couch out of the corner of his eye. He was just feeling so good that he was having a very hard time focusing on what his leader had to bitch about so he decided to cut the conversation off early.
As America worked to get a word in edgewise, Russia made himself comfortable on the couch, noticing that the man’s balls had made their way close to his body; a clear sigh that he was close to coming which was coupled with his obviously strained attempt at concentrating and quickened breath. Before the man had an opportunity to cut his conversation off, Russia lifted his foot.
“I want you to cum for me, Alfred, and then I will fuck you like the dog that you are.” He said with a smirk, bringing his boot down a little too hard on the vibrating tail, pushing it further in and driving it down against America’s prostate. The somehow erotic embarrassment of what he was being made to do mixed with Russia’s lewd words and the sudden shock of his sensitive innards being so forcefully stimulated pushed him over the edge, his hot spunk shooting out of his body in two strong spurts and pooling on the floor. He tried to bite back the moaning yelp of a sound he made, his mind working as furiously as it could post-orgasm to figure out an excuse for the strange noise as his boss demanded to know what had happened.
“I, uh, stubbed my toe on a log!” He claimed, wanting to kick himself for coming up with such a lame excuse. As his boss seemed to consider whether or not his close business partner was actually speaking the truth, America’s eyes widened as he felt the powered down dildo being pulled from his sensitive body and something much larger and colder poke against his quivering hole. Quickly swinging his head to glare at the smiling Russian kneeling behind him, he mouthed the words ‘not while I’m still on the phone’. Squeezing one of his eyes shut as he let out a silent hiss of mild pain, he continued to glare as he felt his master’s impressive erection slip slowly inside of him.
“…Alfred, Alfred! Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you.” Came his boss’ irritated voice from the cell phone, making the blonde wince at being reminded of how hard it was to get his current leader to hang up. That man had been like that since he had come to office, everything he had to say needed to be said all at once, regardless of what the young country was doing. As he “uh-huh”ed through his long debriefing on the state of his house Russia began to slowly move, pulling out until he almost came out completely and then pushing leisurely back in to the hilt; while he did this he drug his fingernails harshly across America’s back with a cruel smile.
While he was screaming in his mind at his boss to hang up the damn phone, America gave stunted little answers to questions and crappy half-baked temporary solutions to whatever problems were plaguing the people at his home. All at once he had to slap his hand over his mouth to muffle a yelp when Russia grabbed a fistful of his hair and used it to yank his head back and whisper breathily into his ear. “Hang up the phone, Alfred, so I can use you properly.”
America nodded, wincing at the pain in his scalp with one eye squeezed shut and little tears tickling the corners of the blue orbs. Russia pushed his head down onto the floor and continued to slowly fuck him, patiently waiting for his ‘dog’ to cut the conversation short. America finally managed to cut into the long tirade his boss was giving him to tell them that he had some very important business to attend to, so he needed to hang up. Before the president had an opportunity to complain the blonde said a rushed ‘goodbye’ and ended the call, letting out a relieved breath now that he no longer needed to worry about his boss figuring out what was happening.
He whined a little in surprise when he felt Russia pull out from his body, wondering why he had to deal with that entire fiasco when they were not even going to have sex. He yelped a little in surprise when he was abruptly rolled over onto his back, but his eyes widened and he licked his lips hungrily when he saw the long needle the larger man was holding. He thrust out his arm but was left confused when Russia just shook his head ‘no’ before slowly slipping his girth back into the American’s body. Although he was disappointed about the denial of his hit, he shuttered in pleasure as the violet-eyed man above him began to thrust slowly into his sensitive entrance.
“Do you love me, Alfred?” Russia asked, waving the syringe back and forth as he spoke, increasing his speed at a steady pace.
America licked his lips, his eyes trained on the needle that was filled with promises of delicious pleasure. “Yes.”
The large man was already close from the exciting show his little Unity of States has given him earlier and he knew that he was not going to last much longer. He pointed the needle towards America and smiled. “Say it.”
“I love you, Ivan.”
“I love you, too.” Russia’s hand shot down and pinned America’s head in place as he took a moment to aim before thrusting the long needle into the moist pink of the inner angle of the blonde’s eye to sink the slim metal into his superior ophthalmic vein, the cold release of his orgasm flowing into the smaller man’s body at the same moment as the drug. When he pulled it out a little trail of blood flowed freely from the eye and stained the conjunctiva a pained shade of pink. America moaned softly at the feel of his first hit of the day, a slow smile creeping over his lips as the drug worked it’s magic within his system. Russia slowly pulled out before he leaned down and kissed the fluttering eyelid.
A/N:

Well hot damn, Whisper has finally awakened for it’s month-long slumber! Sorry about the delay, this chapter was hard for me to write. I get embarrassed writing humiliation or dirt-talking, so this was hard to get out. Apparently death porn is easy for me, but this isn’t. I need to get my priorities straight, hahaha.
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