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He Lives to Serve (a.k.a. "Sluttly UK Kinkfest")	By : Arukas80085 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia nor any of the characters, these people do: Hidekaz Himaruya, Gentosha Comics, Tokyopop, & Funimation. I make no money from this piece of fiction.

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Title: He Lives to Serve (a.k.a. “Slutty UK Kinkfest”)

Author: Arukas

Series: Axis Powers Hetalia

Pairing: various/England

Story Summary: America is having a party and everyone is invited! Harboring a secret fantasy of being used and abused, England volunteers to staff the party and do anything the guests and host wants. ANYTHING. How can a hero say no to such a request (even if that does mean the world gets a taste of his boyfriend/sex-slave)?

Background: I am secretly obsessed with kinks and fetishes. Through a series of events, I became a hetalia-centered writefag on 4chan /y/. After taking a WS request, it came to my attention that there are MANY people that are also secretly obsessed and just waiting for kinky, dirty stuff to come to the surface. As a result, I created the Slutty UK Kinkfest in which I take requests and put are dear British Gentleman through the most humiliating, sexy, dirty, kinky, etc. situations as possible!

Chapter: (2/?) Vocally Induced Ejaculation

Warnings: m/m yaoi gay etc., s/m, no touching/vocally induced ejaculation, dirty talk

Rating: NC-17

Story Summary: To test out England’s level of obedience in front of others, America commands him to act like the royal guard and not move until it is time to. Russia takes full advantage of the situation so that he may be granted America’s blessing to punish the United Kingdom.

Word Count: 1,726

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England was positioned just inside the dinning area as he waited for the guests to arrive. He was dressed in his waiter outfit with the addition of the black-lace panties and fuck-me boots. To his annoyance, he also had on his Grenadier Guards’ Bearskin Cap trimmed in black bear fur and standing 18” tall – Alfred was absolutely giddy when he found it last night and forced Arthur to wear it.

Just then Russia walked into the room, followed by Belarus, Ukraine, Estonia, Lithuania, Latvia, and Sealand. But as the others continued to walk through, Ivan stopped to look down at the sexy waiter. He raised an eyebrow while he waved his hand curiously in front of the United Kingdom’s face. Even when he poled the smaller body, it did not even flinch. “What is this? Did he break? The big ushanka must have break him!”

America laughed at the taller man’s question as he followed his first wave of guests in. “No, I didn’t break him… yet.” (Alfred did not know that “ushanka” was the Russian style of fuzzy hat and not “a super awesome big-dicked hero” like he thought.) “He’s just not allowed to move until he’s told to or until his post time is up. Cool huh? Go check out the Queen’s place sometime, they got a whole bunch of them doing this there. Do anything you want and they don’t even blink!” Alfred continued to laugh as he snacked up a mini hamburger from the nearby food table, walking off to go talk to his other guests.

Arthur swallowed hard at the dangerous smile that Ivan was sporting. ‘Git, why did you tell him that?!’ The British gentlemen had to mentally force himself not to flinch when he felt a gloved hand caressing the brandmark* that Alfred had long ago left on his arse cheek. The gloved finger traced over the connected letters, first starting with the U – down and up, then continuing up and back down into the A. The U and A were arrange in such a way, that if turned back 90 degrees counter clockwise, it formed an S. During his early years, America labeled everything of his with this mark – including his former mentor. The memory of it was starting to get a rise out of his body; his cock twitched and grew with each thought: the young nation, dressed in skin tight leather… roughly laying claim to his body… no question or conversation, just pure force… taken against his will… denied love on both sides…

“I will let the erection slide, but I’m pretty sure shivering counts as movement, Britain. Better be careful, I would hate to think of what would happen to you if you disobeyed orders.” Russia was fully amused now, noting that at the mention of punishment that the smaller nation had become completely erect. Now he had a deviously good idea. “My, just look at America over there, talking with my Lithuania. I’m so glad they aren’t together any more. I did not spend all those years training him, just to give him away to some democratic brat. Sometimes I just like to watch him from a far… watching his lips form those luscious little O’s, just like when I’m teasing or tormenting him. At times, I’ll even imagine those devilish little lips wrapped around myself. Do you ever do that with your little charge, hmm? Do you think of those naughty things while he’s talking to you? Or maybe that’s what you’re doing when you’re so quiet at our meetings, da?”

The blonde bit at the inside of his bottom lip. Did America use Lithuania like Russia did during that their time together… like how he’s begged Alfred to treat him. Surely not, why… the British bloke had to beg him for this treatment – he needed it! But maybe so did Lithuania… Maybe they were the same? ‘What would America do with two slaves’ he wondered to himself. But now all he could think of was the younger blonde’s mouth, about how it was moving now compared to last night; about how it took only a moment for that mouth to suck him off into climax, and then deliver the thick release to his own mouth to swallow down like the little cock slut that he was. Arthur shivered again, the blood thumping in his ears and cock. It was painful, the ache growing between his legs and the knowledge of knowing he was forbidden to move – let alone touch it! All he could hear was the thumping of the blood. All he could see were those plump, rosy lips acrossed the room. Everything else was a spinning blurr, making him nauseous and weak in the knees. He leaned back against the wall to keep from falling.

The Russian was leaned in close to the small ear, teasing it with his breath. Ivan was panting and moaning softly, mewling out “Arthur” over and over again. The cold country loved teasing his neighbors, but what he loved the most was punishing the bad children who wouldn’t listen and do what they were told. “You’re such a bad example, and yet so many look up to you. What would Sealand think if he saw his big brother like this, drooling like an idiot because he doesn’t have a bunch of cocks in him. I’m going to enjoy taking care of you for misbehaving. Good for nothing but a sex toy, is that why America has kept you around so long after kicking your ass? You probably liked it though, so what do you care. Can’t even think can you? Just ‘cock cock cock’ running through your head, da?”

‘COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK’ was all that Arthur could think about. Someone had said something about cock right? And sex? And ass? Yeah that sounds right. And the moaning, oh! can’t forget about the moaning! It was starting again, fighting for attention is his ear canal with the thumping of the blood. Green eyes shut tight and fists clenched at his side as Arthur grunted his pleasure through clenched teeth. Pearly strands of his essence shot out to stick to the front of the Russian’s tan jacket as the Brit’s legs finally gave out, forcing him to collapse on the ground. His head was left right at level with the mess he made, the thick scent intoxicating his clouded mind even more. ‘Can’t let this stain set in’ he thought mildly to himself as he leaned forward and began to lap up at the white strands.

“Uh… guys… What happened here?” America had poked his head around the giant country on his way to the door to show his most recent guests in. He looked between his sexy waiter and the Russian with his arms up in the air.

Ivan put on a confused, innocent face as he looked to his American host. “I was to be admiring the burn on his жопа and he just… just… explode all over me. Next thing I know, he start to lick my jacket. Is this normal custom that I do no know?” Broken English always makes you sound more innocent.

Alfred held his face in his hands, questioning himself for ever agreeing to go through with this little idea of Arthur’s. If he couldn’t even manage to stand still for 10 minutes, how was he going to make it through the entire night? The taller blonde sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Arthur!” He frowned deeply when the smaller one looked up at him, guilt written clearly upon his face. “You disobeyed a direct order from me and now my guests are going to have to suffer for it while I take the time out from hosting to teach you a lesson.”

The platinum blonde smiled warmly as he placed a hand on the American’s shoulder. “Now now, not so hard. Let me take care of him. You go. It was my jacket that got ruined after all, da? So I can handle punishing him just a little bit.” Ivan pushed against Alfred a little bit, guiding him towards the door. “Do not worry, he is in good hands.” He waved a bit as the American shrugged and walked around the corner, out of view. As soon as that happened, his gentleness disappeared as well – the smile becoming more dark. Without so much as an explination, he pulled the smaller country up by the collar and drug him into the next room where Latvia and Sealand were giggling over their game of flicking M&Ms towards each other acrossed the coffee table.

Sealand beamed brightly as he saw England entering the room, naively ignoring the facts of him being pulled in unwillingly, the look of terror on his face, and the rather adult costume he had on. “Oh, are you allowed to play now with the rest of us countries? America said you had to wait before you could join the rest of us countries because you were being bad and had to be in time out.”

“Well, he’s still in time out, but America asked me to help out and making it go by quicker.” Russia smiled at the small pair, making Latvia tremble. Russia smiling never lead to anything good.

Gasp! “Can we help, Mister Russia? As a full fledged country, I am extraordinarily helpful.” Sealand stood-up proudly: hands on his hips and his chest stuck out.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “You’re not really a country, you’re a piece of metal I left out to rust away in some salt water.”

Latvia hugged his crying friend as Ivan tsk’ed. The giant of a country scolded the nearly-naked man that he had pulled down in his lap. “That’s not very nice. I think you should apologize to the poor boy. First you disobey a direct order from the host and then you make one of his guests cry. Sealand, of course I would love for your help and I’m sure secretly England wants it, too. Isn’t that right?” Ivan used both of his hands to force the British Isles to nod his head in agreement. “See? He wants your help to be good. I think he forgot how. So you and little Latvia come over here and help me remind him, okay?”

England had a bad feeling about this.

*If the image fails to appear in text, please see this link: http://s171.photobucket.com/albums/u293/youtoo2/random/?action=view&current=USAbrandfinal.png
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