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He Lives to Serve (a.k.a. "Sluttly UK Kinkfest")	By : Arukas80085 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9587 -:- 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: (4/?) Of Sea and Land

Warnings: m/m yaoi gay etc., s/m, underaged shota, smaller one tops, multiple partners, enema, incest, 3some, double penetration, self-facial, dirty talk, first time, hitting, humiliation, control/power play

Rating: NC-17

Story Summary: Sealand has rapidly gained a lot of knowledge about what adults like to do for fun since we last seen him. England admits how he gets his rocks off and Sealand, being the awesome country that he is, takes matters into his own hands to help – with Latvia, of course!

Word Count: 3,006

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Arthur slammed the door as he rushed into the loo. In his frantic state, he ended up completely tearing off the black panties, rendering them completely useless. He moaned in relief as he made it down onto the toilet just in time, his hands placed on the rim between his legs to steady himself. The thin membrane of the anal cavity made quick work of absorbing all the alcohol, leaving the gentleman slightly lightheaded. England hung his head with a content sigh at the feeling of being cleansed and emptied at the same time. The sensation had startled him at first, having never experienced the introduction of liquids into his bowels during anything sexual. Besides the fear of leaking, it was rather pleasant – both the warmth or the urine and the chill of the beer. The United Kingdom smiled to himself as he absentmindedly thrusted his erection between his forearms.

“What are you doing?”

The blonde jumped, smacking his elbow odd the corner of the hard sink. He cursed, narrowing his green eyes at the direction of the sound. There in the bathtub was Latvia laying back with Sealand jacking him off with one hand and prodding his entrance with the other. “I am relieving myself. What are you doing?” Did that sound nearly as idiotic to everyone else as it did to him?

Peter frowned. “That’shh not what I mean,” his words were still slurring a bit from time to time. Some alcohol still remained, even after Latvia had him purge his stomach of the majority of it. “No one elshhe will tell me why you’re actin’ like dishh.” He paused, focusing on his big brother – almost like he was reading his mind. “I’m like… fifty yearshh old, Engwand. I can understand grown-up stuffshh too!” To emphasize his point, the little micronation leaned down and engulfed his best friend’s cock completely in his mouth while still keeping his eyes locked onto Arthur. His talents were rewarded almost instantaneously with a hot, thick load of Latvian cum which he greedily swallowed down. He obviously wasn’t just sitting in the bathroom twiddling his thumbs this whole time! Apparently the “bushy eyebrow gene” was somehow connected to the “slutty sex addict gene”.

England bite on his lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping. It was completely hot to watch anyone take in a cock like that. But to have a miniature version of himself do it right in front of him? There was something dreadfully, sinfully wrong with that scenario… but it didn’t make the blood pound in his dick any less. If he wasn’t so focused on those lips, he would never have realized that his abandoned fort was speaking to him. “Hmm?”

“I said, you still haven’t answered my question.”

The older man shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the youngest boy. He wasn’t even really sure what to do with himself physically, let alone how to answer. Clearing this throat, he cleaned himself up to try and give himself time to create a proper sounding answer for the youth. Yes, Peter was “like… fifty!” but that is still a child in the lifespan of a country – ‘EVEN THOUGH HE IS NOT A COUNTRY,’ England quickly added mentally. “Well, you see…Sealand… you see… well… I find that I rather enjoy relaxing like this… It is tiring to always be proper and practically perfect in every way all the time.” He sighed at the annoyed look on his mini-me’s face. “Fine, I like getting humiliated and America is great and all, but he can only do so much. Happy, git? …Is he going to be okay? He hasn’t… moved in a while.” England wasn’t sure if he hadn’t been heard or was just being ignored, because now the little microslut was climbing out of the tub to stand in front of him. He covered his mouth when he started to smile and snort in amusement at the tiny body trying to look intimidating in front of him.

The smaller of the two stood on his tiptoes to try and grab at the collar, only to stumble and flail about. He glared at the older man. “I don’t shhee what’shh shho funny!” Peter pointed to the spot in front of him. “Get on the floor!”

“Um… why?”

“Becaushhe it’shh hard talking down to shhomeone when they’re towering over you. Get down!”

“No.” It didn’t take but a second for England to regret that monosyllabic answer. Next thing he knew, he was crumbled on the floor and holding his sore groin after the little brat had kneed him in it. Bushy eyebrows narrowed in anger as he bared his teeth, a single tear rolling down his left check from the pain. And yet surprisingly he was still just as hard as before.

“I washhn’t ashhking…” Peter grabbed onto Arthur’s hair and pulled back on it roughly so that he could stare straight down into his eyes. “You shhaid you liked being humiliated, right? Then you should love having a kid doin’ it to ya.” Sealand pretended to gasp in concern. “Oh, but if we do it here than no one will see… So it wouldn’t be embarrassing then, right?” With his new found arousal discovered, he was actually seeming to sober up.

Latvia took this time to appear behind his friend, having come back around from his post-orgasmic bliss. “Don’t worry, I opened up the door. And this room will make it echo so everyone will hear.” He wrapped his arms around Sealand, resting his chin on the smaller one’s shoulder and peering down at the figure that was slowly starting to relax as the situation was setting in.

“Aww, wasn’t that nice of Ravis? He’s so nice to you even though you’re not actually even a real country.” Sealand smirked as England opened his mouth to contradict him, but then instead winced when he had applied pressure with his foot onto the bigger one’s swollen member to keep him quiet. “You should probably thank him, then maybe one day he’ll return the favor and actually acknowledge you for once and not yell at you for coming to world meetings in front of everyone and making you look like an idiot so that they won’t acknowledge you either!” Peter applied more pressure down onto the manhood, smiling at the whimper and quick submission it created.

“Thank you, Latvia; thank you, Sealand. I hope I can become strong nations like you one day.” A shudder ran through Arthur’s body at the words he spoke. It was probably the most degrading thing he has done all night – even beating the knee to the balls and getting peed in.

Peter turned his head to whisper into his friend’s ear, who in turn nodded. The younger nation slid sensually out of the way like a cat, almost like he was revealing the small country behind him. “Don’t move,” he purred as he went over to the door.

Ravis began stroking himself with one hand, the other used to run his fingers through Arthur’s shaggy looking hair. Having just climaxed not too long ago, he was having trouble getting hard again. “I’m going to need you to suck this.”

England opened his mouth.

SMACK!

“I do believe you were told not to move.” Latvia rubbed his thumb gently over the reddened cheek that he had just hit. He did learn domination from the best master, after all. “Let’s try this one more time…. I’m going to need you to suck my dick, England.” The violet eyed youth rubbed the head of his cock against the warmed flesh, smiling to himself at the worry and confusion in the older man’s eyes. “Good, good. Didn’t move at all that time.” He ran his thumb slowly over the lips, back and forth - feeling the softness of them before stopping in the center and pushing in gently so that he could pull the jaw down and guide his dick in.

Arthur shifted his eyes over to try and see what Peter was doing, but that only earned him another smack – this time on the alternate cheek. The shook caused him to bite down slightly. His eyes grew wide as he realized he had just started to bite the member in his mouth. He yelped as he was grabbed by the golden locks and tugged back.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!

“Can’t do a fucking this right can you? This is why you can’t be recognized as a country. You move, you flinch, and then you bite… I got the cane for that. You’re lucky there isn’t one handy. Or are you? Maybe that’s what you want. Should I take down the curtain rod and use that on your backside?”

“NO!”

SMACK!

“No talking.”

England shook his head.

SMACK!

“No moving.”

The British slut began to cry. He didn’t know what to do. Arthur didn’t dare to flinch again as he saw Latvia raise his hand again. But this time it came down gentle, caressing his cheeks before moving up to push his bangs out of the way.

Ravis leaned down and licked at the salty trail that the tears left behind. He never got to experience this side of control before, and he rather liked it. The curly haired blonde glanced up and took note that his friend was done moving the mirror from behind the door to the wall on the other side. Reflected in the mirror he could see that America has already poked his head into the room to see what all the noise was about. Latvia straightened himself back up and pushed himself back into the warm mouth. When Peter moved closer he pulled him over more so that their mouths could meet in a fierce kiss. He groaned against the soft, young lips as he used his free hand to move England’s head back and forth to pleasure himself back to full hardness.

Sealand pushed Latvia over slightly and pulled Arthur’s jaw down more. It was a tight fit, but he was able to work himself into the hole as well. This was a night of many firsts; now the young micronation was receiving his first blow job as well. It felt even better than when Ravis was rubbing their dicks together. He could feel a warmth gathering at the pit of his stomach as a tension began to build, squeezing at his groin from the inside. Through the fuzzies of his mind, young Peter could recall hearing about this feeling before. He quickly pulled back away from his older brother, a string of saliva momentarily connecting the two of them. Sealand panted for a moment as he recollected himself; there was still much more fun to be had.

Latvia pulled out as well and carried on with the plan so that his friend could rest for a moment. “You learned quickly, maybe there is hope for you yet. Since you did so well we will allow you to move now. Turn around.”

Arthur did as he was told, but froze when he gazed into the mirror. Green eyes widened in shock, before the lids slid down halfway in a happy daze. “Master…” he whispered, catching sight of Alfred behind him in the mirror.

“Who are you talking to, little Iggy? There is more than one of us here.” Sealand moved behind the man, being careful not to block the other blonde out of view. Peter poked at the tight ring of muscle and giggled as it instantly gave way under the pressure. “My, what a greedy ass you have! I guess my fist and Ivan’s cock weren’t enough for you…”

“Hey, Sea, push in some more and hook your finger upwards. Sluts really love that.” As his friend followed the instruction, Latvia laid himself down on the floor in front of the wiggling, older nation. “Ok, England. If you can handle this then I might be persuaded to recognize you as a real country. I want you to ride my cock, while watching yourself in the mirror. Or rather… I want you to watch yourself being watched. Oh wait, one more thing.” The purple-eyed blonde reached over and picked up the discarded, torn panties from his spot on the floor. Propping himself up with one arm, he reached up and stuffed them into older man’s mouth. He grinned at the blushing nation, resting back on both elbows.

By this time, Sealand had Arthur moved forward enough to be right above the erect cock of the Latvian. It didn’t even take any real coaxing to get the larger body to move down, nor to get the cock to slide in. He licked his lips as he stared at where the two bodies connected, tearing his eyes away to notice that a small crowd had gathered in the doorway, with America now moved inside of the room completely to watch. The tiny blonde moved over to kneel beside the two and wrapped his hand around the bouncing erection. He stroked it in time to the rhythm that the two created, tempted to lean in and lick up the clear fluid that the prick was dribbling out of its head. Instead, he settled for leaning in closer to England’s ear. Peter licked at it first, then blew air onto it to make the make shiver and moan. But the real torture was when he began to whisper: “I know all about your dirty secret, bro… You’re not really my brother… or America’s are you?”

Arthur shifted his gaze over to Peter, narrowing his eyes.

“See, I’ve come to piece it together… Papa Sweden told me about your real brothers. How you fought and they hated you. But you can’t very well make brothers, but you can make… sons.” The navel base hissed out the last word, pleased at the reaction it created of Arthur freezing up for a moment. “So, America fucks you up the ass right? And you obviously like that. And you seem to like Latvia in your ass, too… Maybe I’m wrong; maybe you just like it up the ass in general. Which is it?” Peter let go of the prick and moved back behind England as the older gent was shaking his head wildly, denying the accusations. The young boy leaned in, wrapping his arms around the larger body and pressing the tip of his own cock against the already occupied hole. “No? Then I guess I can’t join in. And I’m actually your own flesh and blood… Oh well…” The boy grinned wickedly as England shook his head again. “No? Make up your mind, Daddy. Do you want fucked by your son’s cock or not? Do you want two cocks in you at once?”

“Meffevzphekmah.”

Sealand frowned. “I have no idea what you said.”

“Meff… fevz…. phek… mah…” ‘Yes! Please fuck me!” England was screaming inside of his head. He had no idea when the kid figured all of this out, nor when he obtained the sailor’s mouth (maybe it was genetic?)… But what he did know is that he did really want it. Honestly, he didn’t care who it was; what the relation was; or even how old they were – he just cared about getting as much cock as possible. He almost screamed into the bunched up panties as the pressure and tightness grew in his backside. Arthur clenched his hands into fists, dropping down to place them on the floor to try and elevate some of the pressure of the second cock being forced in. True, he was still stretched out from before, but would some extra lube really have been that much trouble?

Peter was thrusting into the body below him wildly, realizing that this feel even better than the mouth did moments ago. He couldn’t hold on for long though because of that – the sensation of his first time being so overwhelming. The blonde shut his eyes tightly as he pounded into the body, pressing his forehead against the man’s back. In a moment he had an idea and ripped the panties back out of England’s mouth. “Who the fuck is a real country huh? Are you a country, England?”

“No!”

“Then who is?”

“You are!”

“Who?!”

“Sealand! Sealand is a real country, not me!”

Which was sweeter? Those words, or the surge of the rippling waves of his fist ever orgasm? The spent blonde slumped back, sitting on the tiled floor and sighed contently with his eyes still shut. His entire body was tingling and pulsating, each vein on fire as the endorphins ran through every fiber of his being.

The other small nation was not yet done though. Latvia pushed Arthur backwards, acrossed Sealand’s lap, and pulled the man’s leg’s up and he stood. One of the perks of being so short was being able to reach vital regions while in a position like this. Ravis pushed the man’s legs up further, so that he was nearly bent in half now. The curly haired boy quickly sunk himself back into the passage, gripping the hips tightly as the sound of flesh against flesh reverberated in the small room. With how he was angled, Ravis even had the extra perk of being able to rub against England’s prostate with every stroke. It only took a few thrusts before Arthur was crying out in pleasure, covering his face in his own juices – even swallowing some that landed in his mouth. The scene below him was nostalgic. How many times had he been bent over and forced into submissive pleasure in the same way? And now to see it… to feel the power…? Latvia shuddered as his own bliss washed over him, his seed pumping out of him and into the body below. He faintly heard applause as he slid into unconsciousness, breaking away and falling to join his best friend on the cool floor.

As for Arthur, he continued to stare at Alfred with the same dazed expression as before. “Master…” ‘Please tell me you’re proud.’
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