“China, I-I...” Japan stopped, swallowed, and tried to continue. “I'll do whatever you want later, but I-I need to use the restroom now-”
“I know,” China said softly. “Did you think I didn't see you dancing around like a little boy? You're so silly.”
Japan tried to wrap his mind around this, when a blinking red light behind China caught his eye. A camera, there was a video camera sitting on the table, aimed right at Japan. Oh Kami, China had planned this from the start, hadn't he?
“What do you want from me?” he asked frankly, excepting the worst now.
“Oh, I'm just trying to help you, aru!” China insisted, waving his hands innocently. “I was just on the internet a while back, and I found this interesting videos by someone called Kiki-chan-” Oh no, Japan thought, oh no. “And I watched for a while and then I realized, ah, it's Japan! It was the scar on your hip that gave it away, when you were getting undressed for the clip when you did naughty things with vegetables. But you were clever to hide your face and voice, I wouldn't have guessed other wise! And I thought, Japan is trying all these interesting things, but he always does them by himself, aru. Maybe he could use some help for one of his videos? And so I looked up new fetishes you haven't done yet on your little show, and I found this one called 'omorashi'-”
“China,” Japan interrupted desperately. “I-I appreciate your offer to help, but I prefer to work alone, and I don't know if I'm ready to try anything...quite like that.” It was true; while he had tried a great deal of different things already, he wasn't comfortable with bladder play yet...especially not in a situation like this, where China had all the control over him...and a camera ready to record every humiliating moment of it.
“I'm not just doing this for you, aru,” China snapped, leaning over Japan on the bed. “You're such a troublesome child. This is a little punishment, aru. And it'll all be recorded. I set up a bunch of camera, so we'll get lots of different angles to use on your web show.”
He leaned even closer then, dropping a kiss on Japan's cheek, then down to his neck, moving lower and lower, nipping at skin through the material of the dress until he reached the panties.
“Don't look so worried, aru,” China assured him with a wicked smile as he eased the panties down and wrapped a hand around Japan's cock. To the younger country's humiliation, it was already half hard. Why did it have to do that when his bladder was too full? “I'll make it feel good.”
“Ch-China,” Japan choked, hating the little whimper in his voice, hating to even have to say these things, “I d-don't know what you want, but I don't think I'll be able to last very long-”
“Don't worry,” China repeated, and pressed one more kiss to Japan's shaft, forcing Japan to tighten his muscles to avoid letting go right then and there, “I asked the hotel manager to put a plastic sheet on the bed. I said I'd be staying with a little boy who has accidents sometimes, aru.”
Japan had thought his face couldn't get any redder. He was wrong.
Experiment [3/?]
“I know,” China said softly. “Did you think I didn't see you dancing around like a little boy? You're so silly.”
Japan tried to wrap his mind around this, when a blinking red light behind China caught his eye. A camera, there was a video camera sitting on the table, aimed right at Japan. Oh Kami, China had planned this from the start, hadn't he?
“What do you want from me?” he asked frankly, excepting the worst now.
“Oh, I'm just trying to help you, aru!” China insisted, waving his hands innocently. “I was just on the internet a while back, and I found this interesting videos by someone called Kiki-chan-” Oh no, Japan thought, oh no. “And I watched for a while and then I realized, ah, it's Japan! It was the scar on your hip that gave it away, when you were getting undressed for the clip when you did naughty things with vegetables. But you were clever to hide your face and voice, I wouldn't have guessed other wise! And I thought, Japan is trying all these interesting things, but he always does them by himself, aru. Maybe he could use some help for one of his videos? And so I looked up new fetishes you haven't done yet on your little show, and I found this one called 'omorashi'-”
“China,” Japan interrupted desperately. “I-I appreciate your offer to help, but I prefer to work alone, and I don't know if I'm ready to try anything...quite like that.” It was true; while he had tried a great deal of different things already, he wasn't comfortable with bladder play yet...especially not in a situation like this, where China had all the control over him...and a camera ready to record every humiliating moment of it.
“I'm not just doing this for you, aru,” China snapped, leaning over Japan on the bed. “You're such a troublesome child. This is a little punishment, aru. And it'll all be recorded. I set up a bunch of camera, so we'll get lots of different angles to use on your web show.”
He leaned even closer then, dropping a kiss on Japan's cheek, then down to his neck, moving lower and lower, nipping at skin through the material of the dress until he reached the panties.
“Don't look so worried, aru,” China assured him with a wicked smile as he eased the panties down and wrapped a hand around Japan's cock. To the younger country's humiliation, it was already half hard. Why did it have to do that when his bladder was too full? “I'll make it feel good.”
“Ch-China,” Japan choked, hating the little whimper in his voice, hating to even have to say these things, “I d-don't know what you want, but I don't think I'll be able to last very long-”
“Don't worry,” China repeated, and pressed one more kiss to Japan's shaft, forcing Japan to tighten his muscles to avoid letting go right then and there, “I asked the hotel manager to put a plastic sheet on the bed. I said I'd be staying with a little boy who has accidents sometimes, aru.”
Japan had thought his face couldn't get any redder. He was wrong.