Good Boy, Bitch

Himayura Hidekaz owns Hetalia.
Warning- May contain some racial slurs or "speaking the lord(s) name in vain." I don't mean to offend ANYONE! Thank you.
I'm~ just fucking with history here~!
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Beautiful.

It was beautiful how the Spanish man before him was bound to the bed perfectly for him to do whatever he wanted. He could see everything. From his untouched hole, to his limp cock, his tan nipples, all the way up to that face which is covered by a blindfold and a clothed-gag.

His cute face.

The pirate shivers in the thoughts of breaking this man. The thoughts of how empty his eyes will look when his spirit breaks. Speaking of which, he removes the blindfold to see those kiwi green eyes staring daggers at his emerald ones.

Very unbroken, though very beautiful.

"I'll break your pride." He whispers. His hands squeezes that tan ass hard as he bends over to stick his tongue in that formally untouched hole, making the bound man squirm as much as he could.

"Don't worry!" He says. "I'll make you feel very good." He enters a finger in the Spanish man's hole now, making said man shake his head to the unwanted touches. "No? You don't want pleasure? Well, okay."

The Englishman stepped back to undo his pants. Spain struggled harder then he ever had to struggle before. The sight made England chuckle before lining up with the tanner man's anus with the tip of his penis.

Spain screamed muffled words through the gag in his mouth. Those words turned into a one-note, high-pitched cry when England forced his way in all the way.

"Oh God..." England moaned. "You feel so fucking [i]amazing[/i]!" He pounded the man's ass hard and fast and to him it felt so fucking good! Blood added extra lubrication to the pleasure and England's moans were almost louder than the Spanish man's cries of pain.

Speaking of Spain, his cries were so loud, that it didn't even take ten minutes before his voice went hoarse. He wasn't finding any pleasure in this. Just pain. The short preparation didn't seem to have done much at all to help him as pain wracked through his entire body.

The tightness, screams and the victorious feeling made England go over the edge much sooner than he hoped to have finished. He decided to release his load inside of Spain before pulling out and fixing himself up.

England cut all ropes tying the man to the bed before reusing some of them to tie Spain's wrists together. Then he cut the gag out of the other man's mouth, who didn't hesitate to use it right away.

"[i]I hope you drown in the seas of Hell, Inglés!"[/i]*

England smirked. "I'm sorry to hear that. You see, I was going to give you a [i]choice[/i] on rather you'll obey as my personal bitch, or to be thrown to my men to do as they please, but since you said that, I guess I'm already done with y-"

"¡No! No, por favor!* Please!" Spain pleaded. Sure, he hates England, but he fears the other pirates even more.

"You promise to be a good boy for me?"

The spanish man gritted his teeth tightly together. "I'll... I'll try..."

England laughed. "You'll "try?" What an odd answer, though amusing. If you can keep me amused, I won't have to throw you to my men. Now then, can I trust you to be nice to me infront of my men?"

"Nice? You want me to be nice to you after you just raped me?!"

"Yes, I do." England pulled out a red collar with a gold chain leash attached to it from under his bed. "I picked out the colors just for you! I'm sure you'll be very cute with this around your neck."

"I disagree." Spain growled.

"Then you obviously haven't looked at yourself." England locked the collar on Spain and took a few steps back. "I was right! You look very cute." He helped the mostly naked man up on his feet. "Come on, now." England gently tugged on the leash. "Let's introduce you to the rest of the crew."

"What?! I'm not going out there like this!"

"Yes, you are. Rather it be because of a simple introduction, or to give you away." Hearing this, Spain walked very close to England's back to avoid too much exposure. "My, what a difference!"

Spain got some looks, comments, and what sounded like a whistle from one pirate. He knew this was all for the embarrassment, but despite knowing this, it was working.

"Ah!" He yelped when he felt a smack on his- obviously abused- ass.

England turned around to glare at the pirate. "I'm not tired of him yet... Or, do you want me to cut your bloody hands off?"

"Um, no... Sorry, captian. I didn't know. I mean... You're taking him out and all..."

"Can't prisoners get some fresh air as well?"

A prisoner. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, that's what the spanish man was on this ship. However, that doesn't mean that he couldn't fight.

"But I did bring him out for another reason. I want to introduce him to every body." England pushed his prisoner away so his men could get a better look. "If I ever do get tired of him, then this is what I'll be giving away." He lifted the other man's hands up, giving everyone around a free show.

"¡Alto!"* Spain struggles. "No mira..."* His bowed his head to avoid the men's gazes. Despite this, he still couldn't cover his ears to muffle out the comments being made about him. Comments like-

"I can't wait to pound into his ass [i]so hard[/i], he'll almost bleed to death!" and "Get tired of him soon. I'm getting hard just looking at him!"

He was dragged back into the room and thrown on the floor. "Do you understand now, what it means to get tossed into their hands?" He was asked.

Spain only nodded, not trusting his voice to hide his upset emotions right now.

"Good. Good boy."
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Translations*
"Inglés" - "Englishman" (Or just "English..." I couldn't get anything else for all kinds of variations...)
"Por favor" - "Please"
"Alto" - "Stop"
"No mira" - "Don't look"