"What do you two think this is, some sort of Hollywood romance?" The other America's head was pulled away from him and he fell backwards, cracking his head against the solid floor of the cell. America immediately went over to check on him, only to be pulled back.
"Whoa there, Romeo." The other America sat up again, rubbing the back of his head but showing no other sign of discomfort. "Hey, America, looks like your new suitor really likes you! Why not give him your special, huh?" America wanted to protest but he saw the red line down his other self's chest and couldn't. Fuck.
The other America approached him again, crawling on his knees to him, before spreading America's legs.
"You don't, you shouldn't-" The other America didn't stop as he moved his head down and started sucking America's cock. There were jeers from the watching crowd and America shut his eyes, trying to tune out what was happening before they were forced open.
"Doesn't every man wish he could suck his own cock? Shouldn't you watch while he does this for you?" His head was forced to look down, and he struggled but it was futile as that wet mouth - his wet mouth - continued working on himself. America groaned and there was whooping.
"What a fucking freak!"
"I wouldn't be able to get hard if I saw myself sucking my cock, what a vain cunt." America could feel tears gathering in his eyes at the taunts but he jerked upwards into that mouth. The other America seemed used to it, and even met America's eyes as he was forced to look down. It was so fucked up, seeing what he looked like sucking cock - especially his own cock - and the shame continued to crash down on America even as he got harder. His other self knew everything he liked and even took America right to the back of his throat, almost gagging himself on his cock.
"Impressive deepthroating, isn't it? Took forever to teach him to do it right. Turns out you're really good at sucking cock when you have the correct motivation though." Their leader whispered into America's ear, still holding onto his head. "Do you want to come down your own throat? Make yourself choke on your own seed? Is that what you want?" America whimpered and their leader laughed. "What a sick little freak you are." He clicked his fingers and the other America stopped, removing his mouth from America's cock and getting onto all fours, presenting himself to America.
America's breath stopped and if he'd had anything in his stomach, he would have thrown up at the sight of himself like that. The other America sucked on his fingers, then twisted his arm around to start fingering himself, whimpering as he did.
"That's right, get a good look at yourself. You're like a bitch on heat, you don't even care whose cock it is as long as it's someone. Does it disgust you?" America didn't reply, couldn't reply, too caught up in the sight in front of him. "Or does it made you hot, America, seeing yourself being the mindless slut you've always wanted to be?" The other America suddenly cried out and shuddered as he continued to finger himself. "You want your own cock so badly, are you going to give it to yourself?" America choked. "Oi, fuckhole, tell him what you want."
"...please. Please fuck me." The other America managed to get out, his voice cracking as he removed his fingers and spread his cheeks. America didn't move, and he barely noticed the first blow across his face, though the second one made his eyes sting.
"Don't keep yourself waiting, now." The leader suggested, and America found himself moving towards him, just get it over with, once it was over with he could come up with a plan and get himself out of here. He rested a hand on the America below him's hips, and the other America whimpered.
Damn it, could he get this America out too? He couldn't leave anyone in distress like this, especially not himself.
He spat on his other hand and rubbed the spit over his cock, before pressing himself against his entrance. Oh god, he was literally about to fuck himself, this was the absolute most fucked up thing he'd ever done, but he saw the flash of a knife in the corner and remembered why he had to do this.
Oh author!anon, this was fantastic! All the demeaning language especially hit the spot; it's one of my favorite kinks and you used it so well here to enhance the humiliation. The way his captors gloat over him and rub it in, and that bit where they force him to watch himself - hnnngh! And playing off of America's hero complex by threatening to hurt the other him was such a delicious way to twist the knife! Reading this really made my night... and will no doubt sweeten my dreams. Thanks so much, author!anon! :D
I'm glad it worked for you! (I also missed a very small section of the fill so if you're getting extra notifications that's why.) Pleased to hear you enjoyed the demeaning language, I knew I liked it but I didn't realise *quite* how much of a kink of mine it was until I was writing this. And his hero complex does leave him quite vulnerable to that kind of emotional blackmailing, doesn't it? Poor boy!
Thanks for your comment, and for your original request as well because I don't write dark stuff very often but I really enjoyed writing this!
(With the missing section this time!) "Sorry." He said to his other self as he pushed inside, and the other America screamed. Holy shit, he was tight. It was like a vice grip around his cock in there.
"Man, I'd really like to fuck both their asses right now. Make them beg for me to come inside them, you know? They're the kind of whores who love that." One of the men commented as America pushed in further, as the America below him started to cry.
"Hey, what you crying for?" Another man crouched down in front of the other America as America pushed himself all the way, disgusted by how hard the feeling of being inside himself was making him. "Why are you pretending you don't like being fucked by yourself? Hey, America, is it nice inside America?"
"Fuck off." America spat out, he still had some pride even if he was buried balls-deep within another version of himself.
"What a dirty mouth you have, I'm gonna have to wash it out with soap later. Can't you be a good whore like this America already is?" He stroked the other America's face, who shuddered in disgust as he did.
"Come on, fuck him properly already! Or does your dick not work any longer?" One man jeered, and there was more laughter as America scowled but started to fuck his other self harder. The other America was trying to stop his cries of pain but America no longer cared, just wanted to get this over with, he'd just have to come inside himself as fast as he could. His thrusts were erratic and he knew this couldn't feel good for the America below him but shit, he'd just have to take it for now.
"Look at this pair of sluts going for it! I should have brought a camera, we could have filmed it to show those other nations. I'm sure they'd love to see America fucking himself like this." The mention of the other nations suddenly brought back into focus exactly what America was doing, how the others would react if they found out, and he wanted to throw up again.
"There's always next time." The leader added, watching the two Americas closely. He recognised the tightening of America's facial muscles and grinned. "You ready to come inside yourself? Going to spill your seed inside yourself? Is this making you hot, America, being watched as you fuck yourself like a dog?" America bit his lip and tried to tune out the comments, focusing on the sensation and trying to pretend it was just like normal sex, that he wasn't fucking himself in front of a crowd of people.
Then he hit his prostate and the other America jerked underneath him, tightening around him and America couldn't hold back as he came inside himself, digging his fingers into the other America's hips. There was laughter and cheering from the men surrounding him and America had never felt so humiliated as he pulled out and his cum started to run out of the other America's ass.
"Stay there." The leader commended, before turning to America. "You didn't even let yourself come! What an awful lover you are. Make him come. If you don't do it in five minutes, we'll punish you." America shuddered. "Or maybe you'd like a good go with the strap. How many lashes do you think you could take? This America can take a lot before he starts crying, I'd like to see how you'd do."
America, disgusted with himself, reached around the other America and started to stroke his cock. The other America bit down on his lip as America tried to pretend he was just masturbating, that he wasn't jerking another America off in front of a crowd. He sped up and then the other America whimpered and came into his hand. America moved his hands away and looked in disgust at the cum on it.
"Lick it off." His head jerked up and he looked at the leader. "Unless, of course, you do want that strap. And it'd be much worse for the other you, of course. I have to do so much to get any sort of reaction out of him now..." America shuddered in disgust but he started to lick the cum off his hand. There was more jeering and god, it tasted awful but he had to do it.
"Good. You're well on your way to becoming a good slut. Now the two of you can reflect on what you've done, but don't worry! I'll be back later. Don't fuck each other too much in the meantime!" The leader smirked as one of the men opened the door, and the men vanished into the hallway. The leader stopped at the entrance and gave one last look to America. "Oh, and don't even think about trying to escape. I'm kinda tired of that America and it'd be a good reason to kill him. Enjoy your rest, because from tomorrow onwards, you've got a lot to learn." The door slammed shut behind him, and America found himself alone with his other self who he'd just fucked.
The other America sat up against the wall and stared at the opposite side. America moved along and sat next to him. He didn't want to look at him but he didn't want to sit alone either.
"What can we do?" The other America sighed, then looked at him with a sad smile.
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An American Guide to Fucking Yourself (1c/1)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-25 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)"Whoa there, Romeo." The other America sat up again, rubbing the back of his head but showing no other sign of discomfort. "Hey, America, looks like your new suitor really likes you! Why not give him your special, huh?" America wanted to protest but he saw the red line down his other self's chest and couldn't. Fuck.
The other America approached him again, crawling on his knees to him, before spreading America's legs.
"You don't, you shouldn't-" The other America didn't stop as he moved his head down and started sucking America's cock. There were jeers from the watching crowd and America shut his eyes, trying to tune out what was happening before they were forced open.
"Doesn't every man wish he could suck his own cock? Shouldn't you watch while he does this for you?" His head was forced to look down, and he struggled but it was futile as that wet mouth - his wet mouth - continued working on himself. America groaned and there was whooping.
"What a fucking freak!"
"I wouldn't be able to get hard if I saw myself sucking my cock, what a vain cunt." America could feel tears gathering in his eyes at the taunts but he jerked upwards into that mouth. The other America seemed used to it, and even met America's eyes as he was forced to look down. It was so fucked up, seeing what he looked like sucking cock - especially his own cock - and the shame continued to crash down on America even as he got harder. His other self knew everything he liked and even took America right to the back of his throat, almost gagging himself on his cock.
"Impressive deepthroating, isn't it? Took forever to teach him to do it right. Turns out you're really good at sucking cock when you have the correct motivation though." Their leader whispered into America's ear, still holding onto his head. "Do you want to come down your own throat? Make yourself choke on your own seed? Is that what you want?" America whimpered and their leader laughed. "What a sick little freak you are." He clicked his fingers and the other America stopped, removing his mouth from America's cock and getting onto all fours, presenting himself to America.
America's breath stopped and if he'd had anything in his stomach, he would have thrown up at the sight of himself like that. The other America sucked on his fingers, then twisted his arm around to start fingering himself, whimpering as he did.
"That's right, get a good look at yourself. You're like a bitch on heat, you don't even care whose cock it is as long as it's someone. Does it disgust you?" America didn't reply, couldn't reply, too caught up in the sight in front of him. "Or does it made you hot, America, seeing yourself being the mindless slut you've always wanted to be?" The other America suddenly cried out and shuddered as he continued to finger himself. "You want your own cock so badly, are you going to give it to yourself?" America choked. "Oi, fuckhole, tell him what you want."
"...please. Please fuck me." The other America managed to get out, his voice cracking as he removed his fingers and spread his cheeks. America didn't move, and he barely noticed the first blow across his face, though the second one made his eyes sting.
"Don't keep yourself waiting, now." The leader suggested, and America found himself moving towards him, just get it over with, once it was over with he could come up with a plan and get himself out of here. He rested a hand on the America below him's hips, and the other America whimpered.
Damn it, could he get this America out too? He couldn't leave anyone in distress like this, especially not himself.
He spat on his other hand and rubbed the spit over his cock, before pressing himself against his entrance. Oh god, he was literally about to fuck himself, this was the absolute most fucked up thing he'd ever done, but he saw the flash of a knife in the corner and remembered why he had to do this.
Re: An American Guide to Fucking Yourself (1d/1)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 04:34 am (UTC)(link)(I think there's a missing section right before "Good. You're well on your way")
A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 11:26 am (UTC)(link)OP loves you
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 04:42 am (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 11:50 am (UTC)(link)Thanks for your comment, and for your original request as well because I don't write dark stuff very often but I really enjoyed writing this!
An American Guide to Fucking Yourself (1d/1)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 11:32 am (UTC)(link)"Sorry." He said to his other self as he pushed inside, and the other America screamed. Holy shit, he was tight. It was like a vice grip around his cock in there.
"Man, I'd really like to fuck both their asses right now. Make them beg for me to come inside them, you know? They're the kind of whores who love that." One of the men commented as America pushed in further, as the America below him started to cry.
"Hey, what you crying for?" Another man crouched down in front of the other America as America pushed himself all the way, disgusted by how hard the feeling of being inside himself was making him. "Why are you pretending you don't like being fucked by yourself? Hey, America, is it nice inside America?"
"Fuck off." America spat out, he still had some pride even if he was buried balls-deep within another version of himself.
"What a dirty mouth you have, I'm gonna have to wash it out with soap later. Can't you be a good whore like this America already is?" He stroked the other America's face, who shuddered in disgust as he did.
"Come on, fuck him properly already! Or does your dick not work any longer?" One man jeered, and there was more laughter as America scowled but started to fuck his other self harder. The other America was trying to stop his cries of pain but America no longer cared, just wanted to get this over with, he'd just have to come inside himself as fast as he could. His thrusts were erratic and he knew this couldn't feel good for the America below him but shit, he'd just have to take it for now.
"Look at this pair of sluts going for it! I should have brought a camera, we could have filmed it to show those other nations. I'm sure they'd love to see America fucking himself like this." The mention of the other nations suddenly brought back into focus exactly what America was doing, how the others would react if they found out, and he wanted to throw up again.
"There's always next time." The leader added, watching the two Americas closely. He recognised the tightening of America's facial muscles and grinned. "You ready to come inside yourself? Going to spill your seed inside yourself? Is this making you hot, America, being watched as you fuck yourself like a dog?" America bit his lip and tried to tune out the comments, focusing on the sensation and trying to pretend it was just like normal sex, that he wasn't fucking himself in front of a crowd of people.
Then he hit his prostate and the other America jerked underneath him, tightening around him and America couldn't hold back as he came inside himself, digging his fingers into the other America's hips. There was laughter and cheering from the men surrounding him and America had never felt so humiliated as he pulled out and his cum started to run out of the other America's ass.
"Stay there." The leader commended, before turning to America. "You didn't even let yourself come! What an awful lover you are. Make him come. If you don't do it in five minutes, we'll punish you." America shuddered. "Or maybe you'd like a good go with the strap. How many lashes do you think you could take? This America can take a lot before he starts crying, I'd like to see how you'd do."
An American Guide to Fucking Yourself (1e/1)
(Anonymous) 2013-05-26 11:33 am (UTC)(link)"Lick it off." His head jerked up and he looked at the leader. "Unless, of course, you do want that strap. And it'd be much worse for the other you, of course. I have to do so much to get any sort of reaction out of him now..." America shuddered in disgust but he started to lick the cum off his hand. There was more jeering and god, it tasted awful but he had to do it.
"Good. You're well on your way to becoming a good slut. Now the two of you can reflect on what you've done, but don't worry! I'll be back later. Don't fuck each other too much in the meantime!" The leader smirked as one of the men opened the door, and the men vanished into the hallway. The leader stopped at the entrance and gave one last look to America. "Oh, and don't even think about trying to escape. I'm kinda tired of that America and it'd be a good reason to kill him. Enjoy your rest, because from tomorrow onwards, you've got a lot to learn." The door slammed shut behind him, and America found himself alone with his other self who he'd just fucked.
The other America sat up against the wall and stared at the opposite side. America moved along and sat next to him. He didn't want to look at him but he didn't want to sit alone either.
"What can we do?" The other America sighed, then looked at him with a sad smile.
"Nothing we can do. Welcome to hell, America."