WARNING-From now on(and actually before, too) this story will contain dub con, but no actual penetrative sex. Just eyebrow rubbing. But it IS dub con. ---- “Honestly, look at you men—thinking you’re so great because you’re taking advantage of someone helpless.” France and Spain turned their attention away from England to find Hungary with her hands on her hips. “You’re also essentially giving him a hand job. How did you expect him to react?” Before Spain could protest, Hungary marched over, yanked England out of his arms, and pushed him to a corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of the other nations. England stumbled and nearly fell as he was pulled; his legs felt like jelly from all the stimulation. The wall was a welcome surface to slump against as Japan—blushing and looking away—joined them, cornering England completely. Hungary immediately began to coddle him.
“He’s so adorable, isn’t he Kiku? He just looks so vulnerable and it makes me want to…” Hungary reached towards England’s brow, but he flinched away, fear present in his eyes.
“Perhaps we should not, Elizaveta. He…does not look like he is enjoying this…” Japan murmured to her. Hungary nodded vaguely, but did not break her gaze on England. The more Japan thought it over, however, the more he was tempted to agree with his comrade. “But perhaps just one touch wouldn’t hurt. I mean, it must be—in some ways—quite pleasurable for him.” A tiny smirk appeared on Hungary’s face at Japan’s words.
“You’re right, Kiku. What’s one, gentle touch, compared to how rough those guys were being?” She glanced sideways to the smaller man. England only continued to cower in the corner, repositioning his arms and legs constantly in an attempt to stay standing. They were a bit right, he supposed—these two would be gentler with him—but that didn’t excuse the fact that they could have gotten him out of this mess.
Kiku nodded at his friend. “Yes, I think I wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps we should…each take one side? You can stroke his right while I take his left?” Hungary nodded vigorously, reaching her hand forward in a mirror of Japan’s. When the two were just centimeters from England’s brow, they looked down at him.
England was slumped against the wall with his legs spread wide to alleviate his arousal while his hands were splayed out against the cool, conference room wall, wishing for something to grab hold of and steady himself. The blonde’s mouth was opened just so, enough for soft pants mixed with the tiniest of whimpers to escape his lungs. To both Hungary and Japan, he looked absolutely delicious.
“Okay.” Hungary swallowed, shooting one last glance at Japan. Both of them had a light blush dusting their cheeks. “One. Two. Three!” At Hungary’s count, both nations swept their thumbs across England’s wide, erogenous brows. They marveled at the silkiness of them, having expected to be met with short, course hair.
England’s reaction was immediate. The combination of Japan’s lighter, yet longer stroke and Hungary’s more firm, but shorter stroke overwhelmed him and his legs shook for a second, but then gave out completely. He fell forward, on to his knees, but managed to catch himself on the carpet with his hands. Though the other nations did not see, tiny tears began to gather at the corners of his green eyes.
Whilst Japan and Hungary were preoccupied whispering to each other, a taller nation stomped over and pushed the two out of the way of England, still kneeling on the ground. Clutching the back of his suit, Denmark hauled England up and carried him back to the conference table.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” exclaimed Hungary, crossing her arms in displeasure.
“We’re tired of watching you coddle him. We have this one chance to do these things, and it’s not going to be taken up by you and your fetishes.” Denmark was quick to answer, glancing over his shoulder at the two while he shoved a boneless England down onto the table, stomach down. England was unsure if any of the nations had noticed his tears, but none acknowledged them as one made its way down his cheek and dripped onto the polished wood. Japan moved to speak against Denmark, but Hungary put an arm across his chest, restraining him.
“Let them do what they will, Kiku. At least we’ll get a show.” She mumbled, turning back to the group. Japan did not seem placated by this, but did not push the matter farther.
With England on the conference table, Denmark had reached up and begun to lightly stroke the smaller blonde’s brow, coaxing soft moans from his mouth. England was loosened up and unrestrained from all the stimulation, ignoring the snickers from the crowd when he began to rock against the table. Nothing mattered anymore: only release. Denmark continued stroking only one brow, but then braced his other hand against the table, pressed his long torso flush against England’s, and began rubbing his own hardened cock against England’s clothed bottom. The action elicited a groan and, reluctantly, England began to push back, causing the Dane to shudder and groan.
“We should get him like this more often, guys. He’ll really do anything when he’s this desparate.” Denmark said to no one in particular with a smile, pushing forward in a particularly hard thrust that caused England to slide farther up the table with a gasp and a whimper. Though he was now assaulted with pleasure on both ends, England still did not like the situation at all. His state of extreme arousal, however, did not allow him to think much past that fact; being bent over a table and molested had left him spread eagle and lying, relatively unresponsive, against the surface of the wood. His mouth hung open and his vocalization was limited to only pants, whimpers, and the occasional moan, all which came from his mouth as Denmark started stroking his brow harder, even ruffling the fine hairs that composed each.
Eventually—England couldn’t tell how long it had gone on—the Dane stood and lifted him alongside him, supporting England as he looked around to the other occupants of the room.
“Hey, I don’t want to be unfair—which one of you gentlemen would like a turn next?” asked Denmark to the crowd. Many of the nations—even those who had already taken a turn—gazed hungrily at England, who was barely standing himself, pants tented uncomfortably and teeth gnawing softly on his bottom lip. He wondered if, now that he was facing them, the other nations could see his distress. ---- So yeah, dub con. Hope this doest ruin it for anyone—I had planned it from the beginning.
This anon doesn't mind the dubcon- she actually really, really enjoys it- however, it'd be nice if some of the other nations at least felt bad about it afterwards. (Extra emphasis on the "afterwards") I imagine at least some of them would feel guilty when they realized how upset England was, right? Especially if he shys away from them and doesn't want to come to meetings anymore... (Has weirdly specific kinks. ^^;) Of course I'll love whatever you do with this story. I mean, dubcon without actual pentration? Holy hell, that's enough for me right there. ♥
Randy-but-non-consenting!England is a rare treat, and I am quite liking your intake of this, dear writer. I mean, I really doubt England would be consenting to being molested by some many people in such public fashion, so this is quite believable.
Now I am more anxious to see what roles America and Russia are going to play in this! And I wonder if China will let this opportunity pass, what with their past of opium and trade and both old empires/kingdoms/etc.
-squeezes her legs together- <3333 this is sooooo totally boner-inducing, if only I had a dick. :'D Please update soon, ISTG you're hitting all my England kinks here~!
You never fail to make me feel overjoyed author!anon~ I loved how you managed to create such scenery in my thoughts when reading your piece. Including Hungary and Japan, both working on our poor delicious England. Denmark being his devilish-self. Dub con was also a contributing detail in this fill. Thank You!
Oh how I enjoy reading fics about Iggy getting tortured like this.
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Accidents Happen (3a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)----
“Honestly, look at you men—thinking you’re so great because you’re taking advantage of someone helpless.” France and Spain turned their attention away from England to find Hungary with her hands on her hips. “You’re also essentially giving him a hand job. How did you expect him to react?” Before Spain could protest, Hungary marched over, yanked England out of his arms, and pushed him to a corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of the other nations. England stumbled and nearly fell as he was pulled; his legs felt like jelly from all the stimulation. The wall was a welcome surface to slump against as Japan—blushing and looking away—joined them, cornering England completely. Hungary immediately began to coddle him.
“He’s so adorable, isn’t he Kiku? He just looks so vulnerable and it makes me want to…” Hungary reached towards England’s brow, but he flinched away, fear present in his eyes.
“Perhaps we should not, Elizaveta. He…does not look like he is enjoying this…” Japan murmured to her. Hungary nodded vaguely, but did not break her gaze on England. The more Japan thought it over, however, the more he was tempted to agree with his comrade. “But perhaps just one touch wouldn’t hurt. I mean, it must be—in some ways—quite pleasurable for him.” A tiny smirk appeared on Hungary’s face at Japan’s words.
“You’re right, Kiku. What’s one, gentle touch, compared to how rough those guys were being?” She glanced sideways to the smaller man. England only continued to cower in the corner, repositioning his arms and legs constantly in an attempt to stay standing. They were a bit right, he supposed—these two would be gentler with him—but that didn’t excuse the fact that they could have gotten him out of this mess.
Kiku nodded at his friend. “Yes, I think I wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps we should…each take one side? You can stroke his right while I take his left?” Hungary nodded vigorously, reaching her hand forward in a mirror of Japan’s. When the two were just centimeters from England’s brow, they looked down at him.
England was slumped against the wall with his legs spread wide to alleviate his arousal while his hands were splayed out against the cool, conference room wall, wishing for something to grab hold of and steady himself. The blonde’s mouth was opened just so, enough for soft pants mixed with the tiniest of whimpers to escape his lungs. To both Hungary and Japan, he looked absolutely delicious.
“Okay.” Hungary swallowed, shooting one last glance at Japan. Both of them had a light blush dusting their cheeks. “One. Two. Three!” At Hungary’s count, both nations swept their thumbs across England’s wide, erogenous brows. They marveled at the silkiness of them, having expected to be met with short, course hair.
England’s reaction was immediate. The combination of Japan’s lighter, yet longer stroke and Hungary’s more firm, but shorter stroke overwhelmed him and his legs shook for a second, but then gave out completely. He fell forward, on to his knees, but managed to catch himself on the carpet with his hands. Though the other nations did not see, tiny tears began to gather at the corners of his green eyes.
Re: Accidents Happen (3a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)“Hey, what’s the big idea?” exclaimed Hungary, crossing her arms in displeasure.
“We’re tired of watching you coddle him. We have this one chance to do these things, and it’s not going to be taken up by you and your fetishes.” Denmark was quick to answer, glancing over his shoulder at the two while he shoved a boneless England down onto the table, stomach down. England was unsure if any of the nations had noticed his tears, but none acknowledged them as one made its way down his cheek and dripped onto the polished wood. Japan moved to speak against Denmark, but Hungary put an arm across his chest, restraining him.
“Let them do what they will, Kiku. At least we’ll get a show.” She mumbled, turning back to the group. Japan did not seem placated by this, but did not push the matter farther.
With England on the conference table, Denmark had reached up and begun to lightly stroke the smaller blonde’s brow, coaxing soft moans from his mouth. England was loosened up and unrestrained from all the stimulation, ignoring the snickers from the crowd when he began to rock against the table. Nothing mattered anymore: only release. Denmark continued stroking only one brow, but then braced his other hand against the table, pressed his long torso flush against England’s, and began rubbing his own hardened cock against England’s clothed bottom. The action elicited a groan and, reluctantly, England began to push back, causing the Dane to shudder and groan.
“We should get him like this more often, guys. He’ll really do anything when he’s this desparate.” Denmark said to no one in particular with a smile, pushing forward in a particularly hard thrust that caused England to slide farther up the table with a gasp and a whimper. Though he was now assaulted with pleasure on both ends, England still did not like the situation at all. His state of extreme arousal, however, did not allow him to think much past that fact; being bent over a table and molested had left him spread eagle and lying, relatively unresponsive, against the surface of the wood. His mouth hung open and his vocalization was limited to only pants, whimpers, and the occasional moan, all which came from his mouth as Denmark started stroking his brow harder, even ruffling the fine hairs that composed each.
Eventually—England couldn’t tell how long it had gone on—the Dane stood and lifted him alongside him, supporting England as he looked around to the other occupants of the room.
“Hey, I don’t want to be unfair—which one of you gentlemen would like a turn next?” asked Denmark to the crowd. Many of the nations—even those who had already taken a turn—gazed hungrily at England, who was barely standing himself, pants tented uncomfortably and teeth gnawing softly on his bottom lip. He wondered if, now that he was facing them, the other nations could see his distress.
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So yeah, dub con. Hope this doest ruin it for anyone—I had planned it from the beginning.
The above is 3b
(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: The above is 3b (Not OP)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-29 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Accidents Happen (3a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-09-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Now I am more anxious to see what roles America and Russia are going to play in this! And I wonder if China will let this opportunity pass, what with their past of opium and trade and both old empires/kingdoms/etc.
*camping here*
Re: Accidents Happen (3a/?)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-01 05:29 am (UTC)(link)this is sooooo totally boner-inducing, if only I had a dick. :'D Please update soon, ISTG you're hitting all my England kinks here~!
OP stalks again~
(Anonymous) 2010-10-02 02:56 am (UTC)(link)Oh how I enjoy reading fics about Iggy getting tortured like this.