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Playing with the Dogs	By : Veta0412 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 10805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Playing with the Dogs
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“Alright, I can do this!” Honey eyes blinked back the morning sun as he stepped outside. Him and Germany had been formally engaged for a few months now and the issues of their past seemed to have dissolved into distant memories. He heaved a heavy dog food bag onto his shoulder. This would be the first time he was to take care of Germany’s dogs while he was away on business with Prussia. He hoped they liked him. He knew they were very attached to their masters but he could never figure out why so much. Maybe dogs were just like that? He didn’t know. He had always only had cats.

They’re all so big… He noticed from a distance, the three dogs playing happily in their pen. They started to bark and jump around as Italy approached, just noticing him for the first time. They were mighty friendly for guard dogs, but then again, animals always loved him. Ludwig warned him that he needed to show no fear and to approach slowly, his hand outstretched so they could get his scent. If Germany and Prussia thought the dogs were safe, then he had no reason to think differently. The German Sheppard approached first, the supposed leader of the pack. They were pack animals, weren’t they? The Doberman’s ears were back, far more cautious than the leader. The Golden Retriever’s tail wagged happily, excited to have someone to play with. On his sleeve the Sheppard seemed to smell something he liked, or was familiar with, and he started barking and hopping around, running back to the kennel than back to the door. Italy took that as the signal he was welcomed in.

He closed the gate and was almost knocked over by the three dogs immediately, being pressed against the chain link as the Retriever, that he was pretty sure was named Aster, jumped up on him. He was surprised when the dog could practically look him in the eye on his hind legs. He pet the dog’s back, who nuzzled his wet nose into the Italian’s ear. He giggled and pushed him down., trying to step over the excited Sheppard, who was even bigger than the Retriever, to the food bowl. The Doberman, Berlitz, eyed him from the top of one of the large dog houses as he filled the bowl. He suddenly felt a none-to-gentle pressure against his rump. He whirled around to find Berlitz sniffing him inappropriately. He swallowed nervously. That’s just how dogs say hello, he told himself and after a moment the Doberman looked up at him, almost like it was confused, before he pressed his nose back against the brunette’s pants again. Italy yelped in surprise and tried to bat the dog away but he pushed the petite man against the fence. He whimpered when he felt the pure-bred begin to lick. “No, bad dog…” He knew he could never muster the affirmative tone their master would have, and the dogs just looked at him uninterested.

The Doberman nipped and tugged at his pants and Italy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have anything in his pockets, so what did the dog smell that he wanted so badly? He blushed suddenly. He HAD gotten intimate with Germany before he left and he never got around to showering like he meant to. Oh Dio, please tell me that’s not what the dog wants… Italy’s face reddened further. What HAD Germany done to these dogs that made them so attached to him!? Suddenly Aster grabbed his sleeve and tugged him to the ground. He hit it hard, his breath escaping him as he fell. He felt one of the dogs on his back, Aster it seemed, pinning his shoulders, and Blackie, the Sheppard, was giving him very affectionate and very sloppy kisses all over his face and jaw. Italy had no idea how to react to all this. Berlitz growled angrily at him when he reached back to pull his pants back up, snapping his jaws at him threateningly so Italy pulled his hand up to try and shove away the dog that was currently biting at his ear. It almost felt good in a sick and terrifying away.

He felt the dirt on his bare skin, scraping at his sensitive thighs when the dog managed to pull his pants down to his knees. “Berlitz… please… uh… bitte aufhören…” He tried talking to the dog in the little bit of German he knew. The dog paid him no mind and Italy cried out when he felt a warm tongue lapping at his rear. Blackie took this moment to shove his tongue into the Italian’s mouth. Italy couldn’t believe this. He was being frenched and rimmed by animals! His lover’s dogs specifically. Did that make it better or worse? He decided, if anything were to make this situation worse, was just how good the pretty Purebred was at what he was doing, his tongue prodding in deep and stroking the Italian’s insides in a way that a normal human’s tongue wouldn’t be able to. Not to mention, the dog didn’t have the hesitation that most people would have in sticking their tongue so deep into another person… especially there…

Aster had taken to biting and licking at his shoulders and neck, it all exposed thanks to the brunette’s white tank top he wore to do house work in. Italy whimpered pathetically, the sound muffled by the tongue gagging him, slipping down his throat before sliding against his teeth. He was defiantly starting to realize the dogs were taught to do this. Maybe not to Italy, but how often was someone who was small and frail allowed in here around all three of them? He might have been able to keep one off of him but all three dogs… He wondered if even Germany would have his hands full if the trio decided to tag team him. Then again, HE didn’t dare betray his captain, and the dogs were much more obedient than Italy was on most days.

He felt Berlitz stop his assault on his insides and Aster stepped off his shoulders. Blackie soon followed and the little nation panted breathlessly, rising to his knees. Maybe they had gotten bored and went to eat the food he brought… He practically screamed but it caught in his throat when he was painfully impaled from behind. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, and the dog wasn’t nearly as big as Germany, but the thrust was so hard and fast and SUDDEN that he tensed up immediately. The dog didn’t give him even a second to recover before he started thrusting into him again and again. Italy finally got his voice back and began to cry, begging for help from anyone near by. He quieted after a moment though. Did he really WANT anyone to come see this? He decided no and bit his lip to stifle his sounds, fighting back tears. The dog’s thick head rubbed something in him and he groaned, a guilty blush spreading along his face. He was NOT enjoying being taken by a dog!

“Berlitz, per favore… Bad boy… stop…” He didn’t know why he thought his pitiful words would stop the dog. It didn’t work and Italy let out an exhausted sigh. The animal would tire out eventually. He opened his eyes to find a long pink grotesque penis in his face, sticking out of blond fur. The golden retriever had his paws up on the Italian’s shoulders, pressing the flared tip to the man’s face. Italy kept his lips sealed, whimpered as Aster spread precum against his lips. Without notice the Doberman’s thrusts became fast an erratic and the country felt his bowels fill with something warm and wet. He tried not to sob. The dog had just released in him, a place where only Germany, his one and only lover, had been before (He was a good catholic boy, and he, even if he was going to hell for being gay, still at least only wanted to be with one person for the rest of his life). He felt so ashamed. If he knew anything about dogs, he wouldn’t have been surprised of what happened next.

The dog moved off of him but didn’t get far. Honey eyes widened in disbelief. There was a weird swelling, stretching feeling inside him, right past the tight ring of muscles. Was the head of the dog’s penis getting thicker? He gasped in shock when the dog pulled, the thick knot getting stuck in the tight little Italian. He was locked with the dog. The canine was STUCK inside him. That was the least of his worries when Aster took that gasp as the perfect chance to thrust his rod down the man’s throat. He gagged and coughed, resisting the urge to throw up at the foul taste. What didn’t help was the dog still trying to dislodge himself from his behind. Tears began to roll down his face, but all sounds were muffled as he was made to suck off the Golden Retriever.

Each time the dog pulled, Italy sobbed a little harder. The dog was going to rip him open. He was going to force that thick knot out and split him open and then he wouldn’t be tight enough for Germany! Aster came into his mouth suddenly, obviously not having the stamina of his older companion. Italy pushed the dog off before the knot could lodge in his throat. He didn’t want to suffocate on some mutt’s cock. He let the disgusting semen dribble out of his mouth, spitting it on the ground. Suddenly the pain in his rear was gone and Berlitz was by his face, licking the semen from his jaw. He just sulked, whimpering pathetically in the dirt. He felt semen leaking from his anus.

He tensed when he heard a growl, Blackie standing protectively next to him. The other two backed off and the Sheppard licked his cheek gently. Italy almost welcomed the comfort. This one reminded him a lot of Ludwig. The dog tongued his abused hole gently, cleaning up the sperm carefully. The dog then whined at him. Was he… was he asking for permission? Italy could see the dog’s erection and the purebred seemed to be in pain. “You might as well. Having sex with three dogs isn’t any worse than two.” He sobbed, burying his face into his arms. The dog had moved on top of him, his large body easily covering the Italian’s enough to where he could lick away the man’s tears. The dog honestly seemed to feel bad about what his comrades had done. He smiled and pet Blackie’s muzzle. “I’m okay. Let’s just hope that your owner still wants me after this.” The dog laid its ears back, and its tail wagged, almost like he was sure everything would be fine. Italy almost laughed. This situation was too crazy.

“Just do it.” The dog bit down on the back of his neck gently and Italy gasped in pleasure, the Sheppard’s paws holding his shoulders down, forcing his rump higher into the air. The black and brown dog slid in gently, unlike Berlitz (who was now rather irritated, currently being groomed by Aster over by the food bowl). ‘Serves him right…” He knew the two dogs were keeping their distance out of fear of being attacked by their leader, who was currently pumping in and out smoothly. He didn’t seem to feel rushed at all and the large dog was managing to slide in at a familiar angle… If he closed his eyes he could almost pretend it was Germany and he reached down to stroke himself. If he was going to do something so dirty, he might as well get off at the same time.

“Ludwig…” He groaned quietly, accepting the “man” deep into his waiting body. The warmth breath on his ear, the pants and growls of pleasure… he wasn’t going to last long. He felt his own precum slick his hand and the dog’s quickened pace urged him to speed up his own. He groaned hard as he came, his semen speckling the dirt in steady streams. He felt cum fill him as he tightened up from his own release. This time the gentle swelling of the canine felt good, warming and stretching his sensitive insides. Italy panted contentedly, body relaxed against the ground. He was covered in filth and couldn’t seem to care. The dog licked the sweat off his neck and hairline. Italy reached back and scratched his ear. “You’re my favorite, Blackie…”

“Ya, he is mein too…” Italy’s head jerked up to find the tall German looming over him, face hidden by the bright sun he was blocking. Prussia was standing near the cage door and the two dogs were cowering in the corner. The Sheppard, however, just wagged his tail happily, almost as if saying “Look what I’ve done! Aren’t you proud of me, Daddy?” Italy swallowed nervously. The blond whistled and the three dogs were at his feet, sitting obediently. Italy sat up, rubbing his sore lower back. Prussia snickered in the corner.

“I told you to get them a female, Lud. They haven’t been getting enough attention from the two of us.” The man approached, scratching Berlitz under the chin. The dog lifted its head like a content feline and Italy glared at him. He started all this….

“I didn’t zink they’d gangbang, Italy…” He leaned down to help his tiny lover up, raising him to his feet, though the brunette’s legs shook and threatened to give way. “You alright, little one?” Italy nodded, but shuddered when he felt more thick liquid leak out of him.

“This is all your fault, Germany…” He pouted bitterly. “You and that dang Berlitz.” Prussia almost smiled. He figured it was the horny Doberman’s fault. That was actually HIS dog that he trained personally before the war. He gave it to his brother on the pup’s first birthday, which conveniently fell on the day his brother invaded Poland. Blackie was Germany’s through and through. He bought the dog during the depression his country suffered after world war one, scraping up the money he didn’t have to pay France to pay for this one purebred puppy. He always wanted a German Sheppard. Seemed right and he took to the pup immediately. Aster was a stray that wandered onto their property a few years ago and neither of them had the heart to turn him away. Deep down, they both had a soft spot for animals.

“How is zis mein fault?” The man KNEW how and why this was his fault, but he was hoping the Italian didn’t.

“Because…” He blushed brightly. “Berlitz smelled you on me and took that as the go ahead to rape me… want to explain why the smell of semen, specifically YOUR’S, makes the dogs horny?” Honey eyes narrowed dangerously at blue ones. Both the Germans averted their gaze, not wanting to be the one to answer. “Really you guys? You couldn’t even molest female dogs? And didn’t they make that illegal in your country recently?”

“Er… exactly… which is vhy zey vere all vorked up…” Italy looked at him appalled.

“Please tell me you didn’t only use these dogs for that!” Now it was the two other males’ turns to be disgusted.

“Vhat? No! Ve still come out and play vith zem, zey just… Know better than to force zemsevles on us like zey did you…” Germany let his sentence trail off before just standing there awkwardly. Prussia was busy fawning over the pervy Doberman. Italy huffed and fastened his belt buckle.

“Well, I’m not being some dogs’ fuck buddy because you two are perverts…” Blackie tugged gently on his sleeve as he tried to leave the pen, looking at him sadly. The dog looked honestly lonely and it pulled on the Italian’s heart string. All the dog wanted was Germany’s attention. It seemed like the Sheppard was more like Italy than like its master. Same brown eyes too. He wondered, almost hopefully, that that was the reason Germany picked the puppy once upon a time. He let the dog follow him out and proceeded to lock the two Germans in, taking the key with him. They both yelled angrily at him in a language he barely understood.

“I’m done playing with the dogs; it’s your turn…” He informed them, walking into the house with Blackie on his heels.
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