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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: (5/?) You just Lost the Game

Warnings: m/m yaoi gay etc., s/m, incest, twincest, dirty talk, anal, oral, spank

Rating: NC-17

Chapter Summary: Does anyone even read the chapter summary? I could probably say whatever I want here and no one would even notice. If I was a risk taker I’d test the theory with my phone number or something, but I’m not much for gambling. Anyways, now it’s Canada’s turn for some fun – with a littler persuading by America.

Word Count: 1832

*NOTE* - Seeing as how the countries have a greater “life span” than humans, I take to the understanding that a few days/years difference in age is comparable to minutes for humans. So mention of countries being “twins” is based off this idea.

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It wasn’t long that the crowd that had gathered in the doorway dispersed. England was on the verge of unconsciousness and the two boys were already passed out. France voluntarily hoisted one over each shoulder and carried them out – just as he used to do in the early days of raising America and Canada, along side England. Now there were just three people left inside the bathroom. England was on the floor, muttering nonsense and trembling from the almost constant state of arousal. America was sitting on the sink counter, with the third person standing up between his legs. This person was the blushing Canada. He should have known better than to think his twin would let him watch unnoticed.

Alfred pulled one of the bobby pins out of his mouth to finish pining down Matthew’s loose hair strand. He then set to work on his own hair, needing a few more pins to hold down Nantucket. Now they looked even more similar. They even just so happened to be wearing the same outfit of white socks, blue jeans, a red shirt – and of course the rectangular glasses. The older twin pulled over some more hair and pinned it overtop of the formerly loose hair; then did the same thing to the man standing between his legs, making it now impossible to tell the difference between the two on just looks.

“Remember that game we used to play, Matty?”

“We played a lot of games, Al…” The Canadian paused to think. “Frère Jacques?”

“After that, like… Early Adolescence.”

“I don’t know, truth or dare?”

“Early Adolescence, not girly slumber parties!” Alfred “oof!”ed a little bit when his brother’s elbow connected with his gut. “I’m talking about that one we played with Francis and Arthur late at night…”

Matthew blushed more as he recalled it: the name game. They would tag team one or both of the adults in bed, slowly waking them up and taking advantage of their groggy state. The two were barely past puberty when the game started out innocently. Within the year it just turned into hardcore sex and manipulation. Alfred had loved to play the “you can’t even tell the difference between your own sons!” card the next morning when he wanted something. Matthew just liked the attention – though the sex was definitely a benefit, too. And now…

The older twin pushed his brother forward as he hopped down from the counter. They moved over to England together and stood him up – draping an arm over each of their shoulders. In unison they told him, “we’re going to play our old name game, papa. Who will win?” They escorted him into the nearby guestroom and onto the coat-covered bed.

Arthur looked from one blonde to the other, coming to the realization that he was totally fucked. This wasn’t just a cutesy wake-up call from a hungry, spoiled brat. This was a direct challenge to the devotion he has for his master. “W-what do I win?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you’re one of the few who can tell us apart.

“And a night where we cover your bar tab.”

England pointed at the last one to speak. “You’re Canada.”

Both shook their heads and spoke together. “Don’t be so sure. How do you know that wasn’t a trick? Maybe we know that you know and it was a trick?” They both unzipped their pants and pulled out their erections, grasping them loosely and pumping them with their fists.

“You should know which is my cock.”

“And which is my cock.”

The twins pressed closer together, the heads of their cocks rubbing precum on one another. “And if you loose, then it becomes more nostalgic.”

“Don’t you bloody dare, Alfred F. Jones! Matthew Williams!

The two younger blondes crawled up onto the bed, positioning themselves on either side of the older blonde’s head. One of them grabbed onto both dicks in one hand and pumped them together. The men moaned in unison, obviously ignoring the unsaid threat of the man below them. This obviously did not bode well with the Englishman, but they pushed down on the other’s cock so that they would be angled down to rub against his lips.

“Just have to win, Papa.”

“Just have to tell us apart, Papa.”

“It’s so easy.”

“You have an advantage. One you know well.”

“And the other you know from distant memory.”

“Or was it not that distant?” the one on the left asked as he pushed his penis into the mouth. But when he pulled back, he pulled out completely and the other pushed himself in. They continued to alter like this, each taking their turn to rape the protesting mouth with a single thrust.

Britain looked from one to the other desperately. There was no way he could tell the difference between the two like this. With how they were moving he didn’t have the time to take measure of them. He pressed at the hips of each one to get their attention. He had an idea. When the two pulled away he got up onto all fours to face them. “You’re doing all the work, let me take care of it for you boys.” He nuzzled each crotch in turn, inhaling deeply to try to catch their scent. But with the rubbing they had done earlier, their scents had already been mixed – damn. So, Plan B, Arthur swallowed one cock to the hilt while he stroked the other. Then he’d slowly pull up, tracing his tongue up the underside to follow the vein before switching to the other cock to deliver the same treatment. Even after doing this a few times for each one he was convinced that they were even identical down there as well. How could this be? The same bumps, girth, length… It was a statistical anomaly for twins to be so physically similar!

“Hey, bro, did you hear what Sealand said?”

“No, what?”

“That Papa likes to take it up the ass.”

“Everyone knows that!”

“Yes, but he also said that Papa prefers incest.”

“Oh my! What a wicked pervert! Is this right, Papa? Do you prefer your own sons’ cocks to anyone else’s?”

Arthur froze, cock still fully encased in his mouth and throat. What little dignity was left was slowly slipping away. He mentally cursed the child for not keeping quiet, but another little voice was telling him that it’s what he deserves for abandoning him. He shook his head to try and clear the thoughts away.

“No? Then why are you so eagerly sucking us off?

“Maybe he does actually want to lose the game. Then he can have Papa France come in here and fuck him, too.

England tried to disagree, but his angry curses came out more like America’s World 8 Meeting monologues, when his mouth is stuffed with hamburgers. Both twins laughed at the comical noises clashing with the angry eyes.

“I’m getting bored of this game… So who’s in your mouth right now, England?”

“Anaria,” the United Kingdom muffled out around the cock – his head being held down.

“What?”

“Anaria!”

“I got no idea what he’s saying.”

“ANARIA OO UPIT WIT!”

“I think it’s saying “I forfeit… fuck me up the ass” or something like that.”

“O! O! Anaria! Ot inorfeet!”

“Yeah, I definitely heard that, too.”

“Do you… Do you mind if I take the back?”

The other man shook his head. “Naw, go ahead Mattie. Arthur wanted me to share him today, right Baby?” America pulled England’s head up away from his crotch and smiled at the gasping country. “You wanted everyone to fuck you but me today, right? Just a dirty cum-slut that likes to take orders and cum from anyone who’ll give them.”

Arthur tried to protest, but the cock was being thrusted into his mouth again. Then, without warning or preparation Matthew was thrusting himself deep inside of him on the other side. True he didn’t need the preparation, he was fucked and camed inside of a number of times tonight – but it was still surprising to see (er… feel) such behavior from his little Matthew.

Every time he thrust in, a gob of semen would push itself out from around his cock. “You’re overflowing, Papa. How vulgar! And your ass makes the dirtiest sounds. Does it do this for Alfred all the time too, or am I just special?” The Canadian rubbed the creamy white mounds of flesh.

Alfred roughly pulled England back off of his cock by the hair. “I think he asked you a question. Don’t be teaching us rude manners, Papa.”

“Um, it’s okay Al. He doesn’t have to… it was rhetorical…”

“Naw, he likes it a bit rough like this. Try slapping his ass next time.” Alfred looked down into the pair of green eyes. “Well? Does your ass overflow and make dirty sounds for me, or is Matt just special?”

SMACK!

England squeaked in surprise. “He’s special!”

“And who’s “he?” Who am I, Papa?”

“Yeah, who is he, Papa?”

“Uh…”

SMACK!

“Who am I?!”

SMACK!

“Bloody hell, stop that!” England tried to turn around to glare at his usually calm son, but the grasp on his hair kept him in place. Apparently a flip was turned with the permission to spank. “Why does everyone want me to talk and get spanked during sex anyway?”

“Because you have a sexy British accent!” the twins said in unison, grinning.

“Come on, say my name, Papa. Who’s your favorite?” Matthew gripped tightly onto his hips and began thrusting in harder. “Who’s your favorite, Papa?”

America pushed Arthur’s head back down, keeping his fingers interlaced in the unruly blonde locks so that he could thrust into the mouth properly. “I thought you wanted him to say your name, not mine. I am the favorite after all.” America leaned back and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open to take a picture of the angry Matt, the slutty Alfred, and his supersized, heroic cock in that slutty mouth. With one hand he quickly typed out a message to go along with it and sent it off before stashing the phone back into his pocket.

“Pfft, right… Easy way to decide this. Who is your favorite, Papa?”

Arthur looked up at the blue eyes that were currently glaring at him along side a fake smile. England had never been so glad to have a cock in his mouth in all his l- oh, it’s out now… nevermind.

“Go ahead, tell him who your favorite is. We all know it’s me. I am your master right, so I must be your favorite son.”

“Um, well… You’re both my favorite.” England smiled worriedly up at the still fake-smiling face of his oldest son.

“…Smack him again, Mattie.”

SMACK! “Say my name… SAY! MY! NAME!” Mathew punctuated each word with an increasingly stronger smack to the gentleman’s rear end.”

“Je dirai que votre nom tout que vous voulez, Matthieu. Dites juste mon nom.”
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