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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: (3/?) A Sea of Liquids

Warnings: m/m yaoi gay etc., s/m, fisting, underaged shota, multiple partners, enema, watersports, oral, incest, alcohol consumption

Rating: NC-17

Story Summary: Having taken advantage of the situation before, Russia is at it again! Now he wants to enact his punishment on the dirty waiter. He enlists the help of his underling Latvia and the innocent Sealand to make the waiter even dirtier.

Word Count: 2,900

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Sealand sniffled. “He… he really wants me to help him?” The tiny blonde moved over to kneel down besided the larger pair, placing his hands gently on Russia’s knee

Ivan ran his fingers through the blonde locks, knocking the hat over in the process. It rolled away, unnoticed by the youth. “Of course he does. You are his precious little brother, right? He’s just too mean when he teases you.

“So how can I help?”

Latvia shifted nervously in his spot still by the table. Part of him was screaming to run away before Ivan dragged him into this completely and there was no turning back. Another part told him that he should stay here and protect his friend Peter. A pair of smaller parts were arguing about the pros and cons of the guaranteed lay that was about to take place. And yet another little part was just like ‘Raivis… just go get drunk!” but that might have just been Toris who has been glaring daggers at England for almost the entire time they’ve been at the party. Although the alcohol was tempting, the sex and sense of friendship won out. Well, maybe not totally. He got up and grabbed a few bottles (beer for himself, Lithuania, and England; soda for Sealand; and (of course) vodka for Russia), handing them out before he sat down directly behind Peter.

“Net, net, net,” Ivan chided the waiter, pulling the bottle out of his hands before the shorter nation was able to enjoy even a sip of it. “You’re to be punished, remember? If you do well then I will let you have it, da?” The Russian placed the full bottle onto the nearby end table. “First, I think you should be much nicer to your fellow counties.” Of course Ivan didn’t actually think of Sealand of a real country, but he knew how much it pissed England off to hear it so for the moment he’d play along with the micronation’s delusion. “Have you ever done anything adult before, little one?”

“Like… saying bad words? I-I-I’ve done it once or twice.”

The scarf-clad man almost laughed – laughed. “No, more like… touching yourself or someone else.”

“Oh yeah, Raivis and I touch each other all the time! Like, he’s touching me right now and I’m touching you and Arthur’s touching you.” Peter giggled. “I didn’t realize that was something naughty!”

England groaned and hid his face in his hands, embarrassed by the innocence of the tiny pile of steel and concrete who was gushing out such idiotic things. Surely he never once said anything so laughable when he was so small. But that was a lie, and karma hates liars – so without warning, Mr.Kirkland was dropped onto the floor. He had to bite his tongue to hold back a line of insults as he rubbed his sore arse.

“If you would be so kind, England, please strip the boys so that their clothes won’t get soiled. Then you may undo my pants as well. My clothes seem to already have gotten dirty.

Arthur frowned, but did what he was told. He was supposed to be the one getting all the sex and attention here. His cheeks puffed out in annoyance and he properly folded up the clothes and set them aside. Green eyes darted away from the smaller bodies, a blush raising to his cheeks as the situation started to sink in. The blonde tried to ignore the giggling, smaller version of himself running around the room excitedly and instead focused on unfastening the giant country’s pants. Despite of his expectations, he still gasped in astonishment as the equally giant member bounced straight up once the constraining material had been removed.

The platinum blonde snapped his fingers three times. Raivis automatically rushed over and knelt at his right side. Ivan called over Peter and had him kneel on the left, leaving Arthur – still entranced by the colossal cock – kneeling right in the middle, between his legs. “Now, my little Latvia, you should still remember your first time. I want you to teach your friend here just like Lithuania and Estonia taught you. Just oral for now I think.” Russia sighed contently as he pushed the two smaller heads towards his pulsating pecker. The gentle, childlike breath of the youngest nation was caressing his flesh. “Oh, and England? You can suck my balls.” Having three mouths to worship you really was the best.

Latvia leaned over further and kissed the micronation, smiling at the blush it caused. “Just lick at it for now, okay? Then when you think you’re ready, try sucking on it.” Raivis closed his eyes as he lapped at the droplets of precum that had formed at the tip. His little, pink tongue even dipped down to collect what was still sitting just inside of the slit. “Mmm! It tastes really good, Sea, try it!” He wrapped his tiny fingers around the base of the enormous appendage as his tongue began to make tiny strokes up and down the length of the shaft. The curly topped blonde giggled as he felt his friend’s tongue brush against his own, tickling the sensitive muscle.

‘All this bloody giggling and cutesy fluff is going to give me diabetes,’ Arthur thought bitterly as he worked at sucking the flesh of one testy into his mouth. With such a grotesquely large cock, of course he has to have giant gonads as well. His mouth was getting sore before he even had the most sensitive part drawn in.

Meanwhile, Sealand was having a wonderful time learning this new adult game. It seemed rather silly at first, but Raivis was right when he said that the wet stuff tasted good. He watched his older friend carefully, trying to mirror his movements. But being the country that he was, he was a fast learner and wanted to prove that he could win at this game. Latvia said to suck on it, so he tilted his head a bit to the side and pressed his lips to the heated flesh. He didn’t understand what this was supposed to do, but he remembered how it tickled his arm when he and Latvia pretended to give themselves hickeys. Maybe it was something like that? Peter sucked on the skin as hard as he could, pulling back to grin at the deep red mark that he had left. “Did that feel good, Mr. Russia?”

“Try on the top, it’ll feel better.”

Latvia opened one eye to watch his friend stand up to better reach the top of the dick. Not sure of what to expect, he stood up as well and took his blue-eyed friend’s hands into his own. He guided them over to grasp onto the shaft, moving them gently up and down until Peter took up the rhythm on his own. He smiled and shook his head as Sealand again pressed his lips to the side of the cock and sucked at the flesh to deliver another hickey – this time on the side of the mushroom-shaped head of the penis. “No, no. Take the whole tip into your mouth. Then move your head up and down. Try sucking and blowing on it, or moving your tongue until it feels right, then just keep doing that.

Peter nodded enthusiastically, wasting no time to follow his friend’s tip for teasing the tip. He was a little worried about not being very good at it, but once in a while Russia would make some noise so he must have been pretty amazing! Surely one of the best countries ever to have played this game. But he was a bit too enthusiastic. His eyes shot open and he pulled away quickly, coughing and clutching at his throat as he forced his stomach contents to stay inside his stomach. He grabbed Raivis’s bottled beverage (having already drank all his own) and gulped down the last half of the contents. It was kinda gross, but at least he didn’t feel like he was going to die any more. He stood back up and held his head, now feeling a little woozy.

With little effort, Ivan pulled Arthur up and positioned him just above his prick. He smiled wickedly as the man struggled in his grasp to get away. But he was feeling a bit goodhearted after choking the smaller duplicate of the nation. “Latvia, get the lube out of my pocket and give it to your friend here. He’s going to learn how to prepare an ass to get fucked now.

Peter took the bottle of water that Ivan offered him. He didn’t know why everyone didn’t like Mr.Russia, he seemed pretty nice. The blonde coughed and gagged, realizing quickly that the glass bottle did not contain water a bit too late. His head was really swimming now as he watched Raivis pour some goop onto his fingers and arm. He gazed on curiously as his friend guided his hand up towards his big brothers bum, giggling as he poked at the hole and it twitched beneath his fingers. It was almost like an out of body experience as he was being coached to stick in his fingers, stretching out the hole. He was already up to thrusting four fingers in and out of the tight ring of muscle when move of the goop was poured down his palm and arm. With the encouragement of his friend, he ignored the pleas above him and pushed his entire hand in. After the thumb made its way in, the hungry ass seemed to suck the rest in right up to his wrist.

Ivan liked at the tears running down the sobbing England’s face. “You wanted this, right? And his arm is about the same size as me, so now you know what it’ll feel like, da? You should be grateful.”

Arthur sniffled, “thank you Master Ivan.” The United Kingdom was about to really start crying, the arm working in and out more deeply within him, when suddenly a surge of pleasure jolted through his body.

“Ooo! Do that again, Sea, I think he likes that!”

Sealand nodded and pulled his arm back out so that he could stroke a certain bump he felt earlier. He awkwardly tried to wrap his fingers around it and stroke it like how Raivis showed him to do with the cock earlier. But it didn’t seem to matter, just as long as he touched it his brother started to buck and squirm above him. After a while, Ivan told him to pull his arm out. He watched as Ivan’s cock seemed to magically disappear inside of Britain’s bum. He wondered silently how it could all fit inside, and yet there was England, sitting flush against Russia’s crotch.

Violet eyes narrowed as the tight warmth engulfed his fleshy rod. Intercourse was one of the few times that Russia got to feel anything but the hardened coldness throughout his body. He clenched onto England’s hips tightly, bringing him down roughly to meet his powerful thrusts. It was a shame that he didn’t have the warm blood to act as lubrication, but it was only the beginning of the night – there was still time for that later. Right now he needed to finish up so that he could enact his punishment properly. He stopped for a moment when he felt a tug on his scarf.

“Missehr Russia… Do ya need me any more, cuz I needa go potty.” Peter’s speech was starting to slur a bit now that the hard liquor was in his system. He didn’t even notice the darkened look that the Russian’s face took on.

“Why go when you can just do it right here?”

The little boy blinked up confusedly at the tall man. Then gasped when his brother was pushed over, being held up by his hair so that his mouth was extended open. A repressed memory of some bad pictures he found on Papa Sweden’s computer suddenly popped into the forefront of his mind. He shook his head wildly, making himself more dizzy so that he stumbled backwards to (luckily) be caught by Raivis.

Latvia nuzzled his friend’s neck as he pressed his own erection between the mounds of flesh that made up his friend’s ass. “Its okay, Petey. I can do it with you if you’re shy about it. Whenever we’re bad at Mr.Russia’s house, sometimes he has us do it to one another. It’s actually kind of nice, once you get passed how humiliating it is to be used as a human toilet.” Raivis nudged his friend forward until they were right infront of England. He positioned himself so that his dick slide right between his best friend’s thighs, poking out jut enough on the other side to be aimed up along with Sealand’s cock. He held onto both of the pricks and wrapped his free arm around Peter’s waist. “Here, I’ll do this and you hold onto his face. Look him right in the eye while you’re doing it. Now on the count of 3, okay? 1, 2, 3!”

Sealand shuddered as he forced the stream out. He felt almost as embarrassed as he thought England must have felt. Their green eyes stared at each other as matching blushes dusted both of their cheeks. It felt kind of weird, especially since his friend was right behind him, doing the same thing – even a bit of the liquid coming out of his friend was splashing onto his penis from their position. But what was really strange was watching as Arthur, in his painfully stretched out position, just accepted it… welcomed it, into his mouth. Peter gasped as his cock twitched at the thought, the last few droplets spurting out. He remembered this funny feeling from when he saw those pictures on the screen; the girls and boys all dripping wet and with the same look on their face as what his brother had now. He moaned softly as Raivis shook them dry, then again when his friend gave their heads a little squeeze. The blonde leaned back, resting his head on Latvia’s shoulder as he felt the other’s cock slowly thrusting back and forth between his legs.

Russia moved himself onto the edge of the chair so that he could continue on with fucking the Brit in this new position. “You two go clean up. Britain will be there in a bit.” Almost as soon as the boys ran off, hand in hand, to the bathroom Ivan was spilling his seed deep inside of England. He sighed and let go of the blonde locks, letting the bloke fall face first into the carpeted floor. The violet eyed giant leaned back into the chair, bending his leg up slightly so that his foot was pinning down the smaller body to keep it in place. He wanted to enjoy his revenge.

Arthur screamed and began clawing at the floor. He tried to kick his legs, desperate to get away. What little pride he had left forced himself to cover his mouth to prevent any more embarrassing noises to escape.

“Sir… what are you doing to him?” Lithuania asked, not having moved from his spot just a few feet away from the doorway nearby.

He shrugged and nudged the squirming body below him with his foot. “Tell him what I’m doing to you, slut.”

“He… He’s…” England faltered, not being able to think of a gentlemanly way to put it. “He’s pissing inside of my arse.” He grunted a bit in pain as the heel of the boot on his back was pressed down uncomfortably against his kidneys. “And it feels good!”

Russia snorted a bit as he watched Toris walk away in a huff. He rubbed the blonde’s ass in soothing circles. “That’s right, good boy. Just a bit more and then I’ll let you go.”

“How much urine do you have in you?!”

Ivan did have to laugh at that. He pinched the round cheeks teasingly as he pulled his softened cock out. Even flaccid and spent it was the size of what most men were completely hard. The Russian took up the full bottle of beer that he set aside a while ago. He took a small swig of it to create a larger air pocket before placing his thumb over the top. The platinum blonde shook the brown bottle hard a couple of times before quickly flipping it over and pressing the neck into England’s ass. He chuckled some more as the body again began to squirm under his hold, knowing the pull and push of the liquid to be uncomfortably slow since there was no extra air hole to make the transition easier. He finished off his own bottle of vodka as the last few bursts of the brown liquid disappeared into the other country’s anal cavity. But still he continued to hold the body down, even kept the bottle inside of the ass for a few minutes. Ivan paid no mind to the growing number of guests popping their heads in, curious to see why the scantily clad United Kingdom was being held in such a position for so long. Finally he removed his leg and smirked as the smaller man scrambled up and ran away as fast as he could. It seemed like a fair reprimandation for having his favorite coat stained with semen.

***** It is totally 5am and I was enjoying some vodka myself while writing. Please don't hate me for any typos or lame turn-a-phrases used as a result, haha.
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