Dominant Nation

5


Matt looked up from where he was making bacon, eggs and French toast, smiling a little when Ivan shuffled in, wearing a loose pair of pajama bottoms. “How are you feeling?”

Sitting down at the table, Russia ran a hand through his pale hair, his expression pensive. “I’m…not sure,” he said honestly. He looked over at Matthew, who was wearing nothing but his boxers, livid welts on his back from where Russia had scratched him the night before.

Canada looked over at him, then pulled a mug down from the cupboard and poured some liquid from a teapot into the mug. Bringing it over to Ivan, he set it down in front of him and kissed him lightly on the temple. “I meant physically…”

Russia blinked up at him, then grunted. “I…expected to be in pain, but I am not. How is your wrist?”

Looking down at it, Matthew idly rubbed the bruised area, wincing a little. “It should be fine by this afternoon, I think. Good thing I’m a resilient nation, eh?”

Russia chuckled, then looked down at the cup in front of him, one brow rising. “Is this black tea?”

“Mmhmm,” Matthew replied, smiling brightly.

Ivan seemed deeply touched as he ran his fingertips over the sides of the mug. “How did you know I drink this?”

Canada chuckled softly as he walked back to the stove, picking up the spatula with his good hand and shifting the bacon and eggs around. “It’s my brother who’s the cultural melting pot, Ivan. I’m…well, I guess I’m more like a salad bowl. Every culture retains their own identity and customs when they come to live inside my borders.”

Russia took a sip of the tea, rubbing one foot against the other as he looked over at the young nation again. “So…you know my customs, then?”

“Oh goodness, not all of them, no,” Matthew replied, flipping the French toast in the other frying pan. “I’m not sure it’s possible for one nation to know everything about another nation’s traditions and ways of life.”

Already halfway finished the contents of his mug, Ivan looked over at Canada curiously. “This is very good...what brand is it?”

“Hm? Oh…” Matthew picked up the teapot and a small tin, bringing both over to the table, setting the teapot down and handing the tin to Russia.

The older nation’s eyes widened in surprise. “You had this imported directly from Sochi?” He looked at Canada suspiciously. “Did you buy this for yourself or for me?”

Canada blushed at the question, fiddling with his glasses. “Um…well, both, actually. I like black tea, and…I also wanted you to feel at home.” He shifted from foot to foot self-consciously, his eyes flicking up to meet Ivan’s again. “I mean, I do have some Russian Caravan Tea, but…it’s imported from London…so I thought it would be sort of pretentious…”

Russia watched as Matthew turned and walked back to the stove again, then finished off his mug of tea and got up from the table. Walking over, Ivan took the spatula from the young nation’s hand and set it down on the counter, turning him around and kissing him deeply.

Matt made a noise of surprise, then pleasure, relaxing against Ivan’s body and sinking into the kiss with a soft sigh, looping his arms around Russia’s neck. He eventually broke the kiss, shivering as Ivan’s lips trailed down the side of his neck, reaching out and fumbling with the knob for one of the burners. “B-breakfast is ready…I don’t want it to burn…”

“Hm,” Ivan grunted, giving the young nation an affectionate squeeze before releasing him, shuffling back over to the table and sitting down, pouring himself some more tea.

Bringing the plates and a glass bottle of maple syrup over to the table, Matthew sat down and quietly enjoyed breakfast with the other nation, getting up to let Kumajirou outside once they’d finished eating.

“I’ll let you wash the dishes,” Matthew said as he put their plates in the sink. “I’m going to set out some extra towels and get the shower ready, plus I have a couple of things I have to grab from downstairs. I won’t be long.”

*

“That…is huge,” Russia stated flatly as he looked at Canada’s shower stall.

“Yeah, so is my water bill when Kumatarai wants to have a shower,” Canada grumbled, reaching in and turning the water on. “I have to buy shampoo in bulk. After the first few times I figured it would be a good idea to have a second drain installed.”

Ivan looked down at the dinner-plate sized grate in the middle of the linoleum floor. “I wondered what that was.” He looked over at the far wall, where an enormous section of the wall was outlined by clear weatherproofing and, judging by the enormous bolts near the ceiling, was connected on the outside by two giant hinges. “And that?”

“Polar bear door,” Canada grunted, stepping under the spray. “That way Kumataoru can take his soaking wet butt straight outside instead of tracking ten gallons of water all over the house.”

Stepping into the shower as well, Russia eyed the four extra shower heads along the length of the stall and then looked at Canada quizzically. “Why can’t he just go out in the lake like a normal bear?”

“Because he’s not a normal bear,” Matthew stated, as if it was obvious. Which, in a sense, it was…

“So,” Canada said conversationally as he squeezed some soap onto a thick washcloth and lathered it up, stepping out of the spray, “before we start getting too deep into my domination and your submission, it’s pretty important that we talk about a couple of things.”

“Mm,” Ivan grunted, letting the spray from the shower soak his back and pale hair, watching the young nation scrubbing himself. “Go ahead.”

“First, I need you to pick a safe word. It has to be a word unrelated to sex, and one that you’ll remember even if you’re under extreme stress.” Matthew looked at the older nation seriously as he spoke. “If at any point whatever we’re doing becomes scarier or more painful than you handle, you can say that safe word and I’ll stop whatever it is that we’re doing right away.”

Russia frowned at this, his expression puzzled. “I thought you were going to dominate me…why would you give me a way to stop you?”

Canada shook his head, smiling fondly as he washed his legs. “I am going to dominate you. I think you might be confusing domination with bullying, though.” He straightened up to wash his arms, his blue eyes intent on Russia’s face. “This is a power exchange, Ivan, and it is serious. Once we start, you’re putting all of the power in my hands. I’m not going to abuse it.”

Braginski sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why is this so complicated…?”

Leaning up, Matthew kissed him softly, then added more soap to the cloth and started washing Russia’s chest. “D/S is about trust, Ivan…and three rules. Safe, Sane, and Consensual.” He nuzzled the taller male’s throat, kissing his neck before meeting his eyes again. “When I’m dominating you, it’s my job to keep you safe, to keep my cool, and to make sure that I’m not doing anything that puts your well-being at risk. As soon as I start doing something that compromises your safety or your comfort level, I’m abusing the power you’ve given me over you. That’s why I need a safe word…so I can tell immediately if you need me to stop.”

Ivan made a noise of frustration. “Why can’t I just say to stop, then?”

Clearing his throat, Matthew gave Russia a coy look. “Well…there are certain situations where you might want to pretend that you want me to stop. For example, if we’re roleplaying, and you’re in character and want to say no, but what I’m doing is really turning you on and you want more of it…well, you get the picture.”

Flushing a little, Russia mumbled an acknowledgement, letting Matt take one of his arms and scrub it lightly. “How is it that you know all these things?”

“Like I said, certain clubs in Toronto and the other big Canadian cities are really educational when it comes to this stuff. So…what’s your safe word going to be, then?”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Russia considered the question. Something memorable, something he wouldn’t forget under stress…

“Stalingrad,” he grunted, opening his eyes again and looking down at the blonde. “Will that do?”

Matthew nodded, scrubbing Ivan’s other arm. “Yes. Next topic is punishment.”

Ivan tensed at that, his eyes widening. “What?”

Canada quirked a brow, his expression amused. “Well, think about it. I’m going to make requests and demands of you, and you might make a mistake.” He started to scrub Ivan’s shoulders and collarbone, making a motion for the larger nation to turn around so he could wash his back. “If you make a genuine error, I’ll tell you what it was you did wrong and give you a chance to fix it. If you make the same mistake twice, or if you do something that you should already know isn’t appropriate, you’ll be disciplined in proportion to whatever it was you did wrong. All right?”

Feeling his cheeks burning a little in embarrassment, Ivan nodded. “Er…yes. Right.”

“Last of all,” Canada said, guiding Russia around so he could look him in the eye again, “I need you to be honest. You’re putting a lot of trust in me…but I’m also putting my trust in you. If you’re genuinely unhappy or uncertain about this at any point, please tell me. Nothing that happens this week will change my respect for you, Ivan.”

Russia gazed at him seriously for a long time, and then finally nodded. “I will be honest with you.”

“Do you accept all of those terms?” Matthew pressed, unrelenting in his seriousness.

“Yes.”

“Good,” Canada sighed in relief, relaxing visibly and motioning for Russia to turn around again, scrubbing his back and hips. “In that case…within these walls, I’m officially your Dom now, and you’re to address me as ‘Sir’.” Canada tapped one of Russia’s inner thighs. “Spread, please.”

Russia obliged, casting a dubious look over his shoulder as the spray from the shower ran down his chest and stomach. “Sir?”

“Yes. Unless I give you permission, you’re not to use my first name, last name, or any other name.” He quirked a brow. “Understood?”

Ivan swallowed hard, feeling an odd stirring in his gut as he leaned a hand against the wall, twitching when Canada ran the soapy cloth down between his legs. “Yes.”

The cloth paused in its motions, and there was an odd edge to Canada’s voice when he spoke. “Yes what, Ivan?”

Russia flexed his fingers a little against the tile wall, still feeling a little strange that the young nation was taking such a tone with him…and that he was allowing him to. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better,” came the curt reply as Matt reached out of the shower stall and pulled something out from between the towels.

Ivan watched in mild disbelief as Canada fastened one pair of handcuffs to the shower head in the corner of the stall, and another to the shower head at the far end. “Left wrist, please.”

“What are you doing?”

A chillingly stern look entered Canada’s blue eyes, his tone deathly serious. “You are to obey requests and demands that I make without question, Ivan, and acknowledge them with a ‘yes, Sir’ when they’re received. Is that clear?”

Russia blinked at him, swallowing hard. “Ah…yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now let’s try that again. Left wrist, please.”

Ivan extended his left arm, watching as Canada cuffed it to the shower head in the corner, yelping when he was abruptly showered with ice cold water for a few seconds.

Turning the corner showerhead off once more, Canada glared at the older nation. “You forgot to say ‘yes, Sir’ to that request, Ivan. Apologize, or the cold water goes on again.”

“Yes Sir,” Russia panted, his heart pounding rapidly from the shock of the cold water, “I apologize, Sir.”

“That’s better. Right wrist, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivan murmured, still a little wide-eyed as he extended his right hand, warm water from the regular showerhead still cascading down his left calf as Williams snapped the cuff closed.

Stepping back, Canada picked up the cloth again, applying more soap and starting to scrub the backs of Russia’s thighs as if nothing was amiss. “Spread your legs wider, please.”

Feeling incredibly awkward with his wrists cuffed so that his arms were spread, Ivan shifted his weight and placed his feet further apart. “Yes, Sir…” he mumbled, his cheeks burning. Why was he letting Canada do this to him? It would be so easy to yank the shower heads off with the cuffs and deck him, and then just take the keys and leave…

Dropping to one knee, Canada turned the water off and started to wash between Russia’s legs, spreading his cheeks to trail the cloth in between, smirking when the larger nation twitched and the cuffs rattled faintly. “You like it there, hm?”

His heartbeat finally starting to even out, Russia nodded, his eyes slipping closed. “Yes, Sir.” Those two simple words were so easy to say…he just wasn’t used to saying them to someone else. What scared him was that it was starting to feel natural.

Canada scrubbed Ivan’s thigh and knee, smiling to himself. “Would you like me to do it some more?”

Ivan swallowed hard, spreading his fingers in the cuffs and then letting them relax again. “Yes, Sir.”

Matthew chuckled, washing the other thigh and knee, kissing the small of Russia’s back. “Hmm…say ‘yes please, Sir’. I like it when people are polite.”

Russia exhaled shakily. “Yes please, Sir,” he murmured, his breath catching when Canada started to run the cloth up and down between his cheeks again. He bit his lip as the stimulation started to arouse him, his thick shaft beginning to harden between his thighs.

Canada stood up, teasing Russia with the cloth for a while, stroking his shaft with the cloth a few times before angling the first shower head to rinse the soap from Ivan’s body. Once the last of the soap had been rinsed from Russia’s skin, Matthew turned the shower off, stepping back and giving the cuffed nation an appreciative once-over.

“You know, you’re awfully pale, Ivan,” Canada said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I think I’m going to give you a little bit of colour right here…”

Russia jumped when he was swatted lightly on the backside, and he closed his legs, trying to pull away. “W-what?! Why are you hitting me when I did nothing wrong?”

“Stand still!” Canada barked.

Ceasing his struggles, Ivan stood there trembling, his expression upset and confused. “Please, I don’t know why you’re hitting me…”

“It’s not punishment, Ivan,” Matthew said softly, a warm smile on his face as he started to kiss and lick his way up Russia’s side, petting him soothingly. “You remember that tussle we had back at the meeting a few days ago?”

“Y…yes, Sir…” Ivan mumbled, still quivering faintly.

Running his hand down Russia’s front, Canada took Ivan’s large shaft into his hand and began to stroke it slowly. “Well…it got me thinking. I couldn’t help wondering what it was that got you hard. Was it being put in your place…or the pain…or-” he swatted Russia sharply on the rear with his other hand, grinning when the larger nation’s hips jerked forward, “-was it the humiliation?”

Russia cringed and buried his face in one arm, his cheeks flushing scarlet as he felt his length twitching in Matthew’s hand.

When Russia said nothing, Canada smirked. “I thought so…” Moving back, he released Ivan’s shaft and swatted him a few times on each buttock, licking his lips as Ivan twitched and fidgeted. Smacking him a little harder, Canada paused when he saw Russia clenching his fists, his entire body taut as he panted shallowly, his shaft fully erect. “Oh, by the way, make sure you don’t pull those shower heads loose. Kumayoshi would be very unhappy if you did that.”

“Nngh…y-yes…Sir…” Ivan panted, the effort of trying not to pull on the cuffs as the young nation spanked his wet backside so maddening it was making his shaft throb.

“Spread your legs again, Ivan,” Canada purred, landing a few smacks to the backs of Russia’s thighs, stroking himself as he watched Ivan trembling. It was so touching, so validating, to go from being invisible to being a source of pleasure that the world’s largest nation craved.

“Yes, Sir,” Russia moaned, spreading his feet apart as much as he was able to without losing his balance.

Matthew scattered the sharp smacks up and down the backs of Russia’s thighs, then focused on his rear again until it was flushed a bright pink, the slapping noises echoing off the bathroom walls. After a few minutes of spanking the larger nation, Canada stepped back and examined his handiwork with a low purr. “Very pretty. You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivan replied, panting raggedly. “Please…”

“You’re not allowed to.”

Russia opened his mouth to ask why, and then closed it just as quickly, having no desire to be doused in ice cold water again. He rested his forehead against the wall, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waited silently.

Already slicking his shaft with lubricant, Canada moved up behind him, sliding his tongue up Russia’s back and biting gently at his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to come until I’m inside you. We can work on orgasm control some more later. Right now I’ll settle for you holding it until you’ve been penetrated.” He rubbed the head of his shaft up and down against Ivan’s hole, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Hold it as long as you can so I’ll know what I have to work with.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivan panted, his breath hitching as Canada started to push inside, a strangled cry catching in his throat when the head of Matthew’s shaft slid past the tight ring of muscle.

“Ah, maple,” Canada breathed, resting his forehead against Russia’s back as he started to push inward. “You’re so hot inside, Ivan…”

Russia’s entire body shuddered as Canada’s shaft gradually slid up inside of him, his lips parting on a shameless groan of pleasure as he arched his back.

Williams started thrusting slowly, his hands running up and down Ivan’s front as he rocked his hips. It wasn’t long until he was picking up the pace, panting against Ivan’s shoulder as his hips slapped against the older nation’s flushed backside. Russia was crying out and rearing back onto him, but he still hadn’t come yet. Deeply pleased by this, Canada scraped his nails across Russia’s abdomen and then grabbed his shaft, working it quickly. “You can come now, Ivan.”

Ivan bucked hard, gasping, his hot semen spurting out over the tile wall as he dug his nails into his palms, his entire upper body tensing as he fought not to wrench on the cuffs. He jerked when Canada pulled out, shuddering when he felt the young nation’s hot release strike his lower back, running over one of his throbbing cheeks and down his leg.

Resting his forehead against Russia’s back as he caught his breath, Matthew smiled, letting out a long, low purr of satisfaction. Reaching out of the shower stall and picking up the keys to the cuffs, he undid them, gently chafing each of Ivan’s wrists.

Sliding down to his hands and knees, Ivan groaned softly, his entire body still shaking as he gazed blankly at the shower floor.

“That was amazing, Ivan,” Canada said softly as he knelt down, stroking Russia’s back and kissing him on the temple. Reaching out of the shower stall, he grabbed one of the large, fluffy towels, wrapping it around Russia’s shoulders and hugging him tightly. “You did very well, and I’m pleased. I’m very proud of you.”

Russia nodded, voicing the first words that came to his mind.

“Thank you, Sir.”


***
Side notes: in the bathroom scene I had a little fun with Kumajirou’s name. Kumatarai translates to “bear wash basin” and Kumataoru translates to “bear towel”. I amuse myself.

Stalingrad: In one sentence, Stalingrad is the city in Russia where the Red Army made their last stand against Nazi Germany, pushing them back out of the Motherland until they eventually reached Berlin (which they burned to the ground).