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Prussia opened the door to Romano's room and poked his head in. Based on how Italy kept berating his brother for being untidy and not taking out the trash often enough, he was expecting something resembling a junk yard.
Instead, the room looked perfectly normal, even clean in his eyes. One shirt was hastily thrown on the bed, and Romano hadn't replaced all the books he had been reading on the shelf, but other than that, the room was practically shining in comparison to Prussia's den in the basement of Germany's house.
“Haha, let's see what he's got here,” he said to himself as stepped in and closed the door behind him.
He and Germany were on a weekend visit to Italy's house in Venice. Italy had invited them over to enjoy some small, local festival with them, but Prussia wasn't too updated on all the details. All he cared about was getting to see that cute Italy again. Maybe he'd manage to steal him from Germany's grasp for a moment or two.
However, he'd have to be really lucky for that to happen. Not only was Germany aware of his constant attempts to get Italy's attention, but Romano was against him as well. Prussia had no idea if the southern half was just being an over-protective big brother or if his behaviour was motivated by his “utter disgust for potato-sucking bastards”, as he had put it earlier that day. Either way, Romano was doing his damnest to make sure Prussia didn't get his hands on Italy.
Right now, Prussia was the only one at the house. Germany and Italy had left earlier to buy some groceries for the dinner that Italy wanted to cook that evening. Romano had stayed with Prussia for a while, but it hadn't taken long before his awesome company had become too much for him to handle. He had declared how he hated him and then marched out, his fists clenched and face so red that he resembled a tomato.
Prussia had quickly grown bored of having nobody but Gilbird to talk to. It wasn't that he didn't like being alone (he loved it!), but usually he had at least some comic books or his computer for entertainment. Now he had nothing, so he had decided that he was perfectly within his rights to take a peek into Romano's room. After all, Romano was being a terrible host by dumping him like that, so who could blame Prussia for seeking out his own fun?
Now, where should he look first? Maybe Romano had some interesting music or movies he could watch? Or maybe he'd end up finding some embarrassing secrets, like love letters to Spain. Romano and Spain weren't officially together, but they had been so close for so many years that everyone was just waiting for Spain to finally get a clue and make the first move.
Prussia pulled open one of the drawers on the nightstand. Hmm, just a comb, some coins and a bottle opener of all things. He closed the drawer and opened the next one. In that one, there was nothing but a notebook with a blank cover.
Intrigued, Prussia took it out. Maybe it was a diary. He of all people knew that diary writing was serious business, and for a moment he felt a stab of guilt about what he was going to do. But then he reasoned that it was Romano's own fault for not hiding the notebook better.
He smirked and greedily turned the first page. Romano's handwriting was a little messy, he noted before he started reading.
I couldn't see anything. The blindfold over my eyes didn't let me even make out the difference between light and shadow.
The leather straps binding my wrists to the bedpost were biting painfully into my skin, not enough to draw blood but certainly enough to bruise. I shifted in discomfort, but there was no getting out of the kneeling position I had been forced into on the bed. My hands were bound high enough so that I couldn't rest on my legs but had to remain on my knees and with my ass in the air.
A rough hand came down on my buttocks, circling the flesh with the thumb and threatening to dip into the crack between my cheeks. I had been told to remain absolutely still, but I couldn't stop myself from pushing into the touch.
Slap!
Without a warning, stinging pain blossomed on my skin as the hand came down to smack me for trying to break the rules. I whined against the gag in my mouth and arched my back to get away from the pain, but secretly I yearned for more.
“Oh, my God, I don't believe this!” Prussia said as he realised what he was reading. This was obvious porn. And not just any porn, but one that Romano had clearly written himself. Man, that was just priceless! Who would have thought that under that grumpy surface lived an aspiring erotica author?
This was way, way better than any diary could be. He so had to finish reading this before Romano came back. This offered mocking material for the next few centuries.
Another slap landed on my bottom, right next to the previous spot. I sucked in a breath and bit into the gag to stay silent. It was a futile effort, I knew, but the stubborn part of me didn't want to succumb that easily to everything that he was doing to me.
Three, four, five – each blow he gave me left my ass aflame, but the pain didn't register fully until he stopped for a moment to let me take in the sensation. My fingers curled as I tensed at the sting, but at the same time I felt a sense of triumph at that I hadn't completely given in.
I heard him snort.
“Aww, you really think you have any control here? That's cute. Hang onto that for as long as you can. When I'm done with you, you're going to be crying and begging for me to take you.”
I felt like rolling my eyes at his cocky tone. It was always the same with this bastard. He would wake up one morning with some of his beloved German sausage up his ass if I didn't love him so much.
“Huh,” Prussia said and rubbed his cheek. That kind of sounded like... Nah, it couldn't be. Romano would never write porn about himself. He was just letting his own personality mix with that of the protagonist. Amateur writers always did that.
More smacks landed on my bottom, and this time they were struck at spots that were already burning with the previous blows. It was harder for me to keep my groans to myself, but I was determined not to let him hear my discomfort – at least not yet, for I knew that this was only the beginning of what he had planned for me.
Suddenly, the slaps stopped and I was left waiting, panting through my nose and not knowing what to expect. I wished that I didn't have the blindfold on so that I could turn to glance at him over my shoulder, to see the look in those red eyes and the arousal that I was sure was tinting his pale cheeks.
Because as much as the potato fucker liked to think he was awesome and in complete control, I knew that doing this to me made him weak in the knees. That was my ace in our relationship.
“Whaaaat?” Prussia blurted out, nearly dropping the notebook. These weren't coincidences anymore! This really was about Romano himself? What the fuck, he actually wrote down his own fantasies? Prussia didn't know whether he should have laughed at that or felt somewhat impressed. Romano had more guts than he had expected. And this scenario was way riskier than he had ever expected of him.
And this person who had Romano bound to the bed and was giving him the spanking of his life... Could it be him? There was no other option. It actually made sense. After all, who didn't have explicit sexual fantasies about the awesomeness that was him?
Prussia covered his eyes with his hand and laughed. This was just brilliant! He... he honestly didn't have words for this! When Romano came back and resumed his griping about how much he hated him, he'd so use this as a counter attack. He couldn't wait to see Romano's face once he told him that he knew what he really thought of him.
But first he'd finish reading. He had better hurry if he wanted to do it before anyone came back.
I didn't know how much timed passed with him alternating between spanking me and stopping abruptly to make me squirm. Sometimes he brought his hands to my buttocks and rubbed them, simultaneously easing the sting and creating sharp friction between his skin and mine. I shivered at every touch, wondering how much more he would make me endure and what would happen next.
“Okay, I guess that's enough,” Prus he said.
Ha, his name! He was right!
I felt both excitement and nervousness well up in my stomach. The spanking had been about to grow more painful than I liked, so I was glad that it was over, but now I no longer knew what was going to happen. I tried to ease my breathing so that I'd be better prepared for whatever the bastard had in mind.
I flinched when the hands returned to my buttocks, this time to pull them apart. I opened my legs wider, knowing that the next step might be uncomfortable otherwise. A finger traced down to my entrance and circled it, barely touching it. I felt a shiver travel down my body right down to the tips of my toes.
“You like that, huh?”
The spanking had already left me half-hard, but the faint touches on my sensitive hole quickly finished the job until my erection was standing against my stomach, leaking pre-cum. My breathing, which I had worked so goddamn hard to bring under control, had reversed to panting, and I ached for him to touch me more, to grab my length or to slip his finger inside.
Instead, he retreated entirely. I heard him move around in the room and how a cap was screwed open. Maybe it was lube; maybe he was going to prepare me and take me already.
He returned, one hand grabbing my ass and pushing the buttocks apart with his fingers. Before I had the time to wonder what he was doing, I felt something cold and blunt come to rest at my entrance.
“I'm not going to prepare you for this, so you had better relax,” he said.
I swallowed nervously and nodded, trying to force the tension out of my muscles. But it was difficult with that unfamiliar object against me. I didn't know what it was – and with the bastard's stupid imagination, it could be anything from a bicycle pump to a wooden spoon – but I could tell that it was big. The thought of it entering me without any preparation filled me with apprehension, but at the same time I couldn't wait for him to get started.
There was suddenly more pressure, and the object began to push inside. I held my breath and instinctively tensed, trying to stop it from entering. Even though he had covered it in lube, it couldn't possibly go inside, at least not without hurting like hell, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go that far.
“I told you to relax,” came the impatient command.
Easy for him to say, I thought vindictively, but then his hand moved to rest at the small of my back, his thumb caressing me in small circles.
“It's going in one way or another. It's up to you whether it's unpleasant or really unpleasant,” he said.
His words had no soothing effect, but the tone of his voice helped me loosen a little. There was also the fact that I knew I could use the signal we had agreed on if things got out of hand.
He began to push the object again, this time with more force, and I grunted and bit into the gag as I felt it enter and open me up.
Only the tip of the object was inside, but it was stretching me just enough to be painful. Since he had stopped, I assumed that he was going to let me adjust before pushing the rest inside. A moment later I realised this was exactly what he had wanted me to think because in the next instant, he gave the object a powerful shove that sent it fully inside me.
I bucked and screamed against the gag, both in surprise and pain. I felt my whole passage sting as it was forced to accept the item, and I was suddenly glad for the blindfold that hid the tears that had sprung to my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to bring my trembling body under control, but there was nothing to distract me from the sharp ache of being stretched too much, too fast.
That fucker, I thought to myself and clenched my hands into fists. He was going to pay for this! He would –
“There, there,” he said, and his hands came to stroke my hair. “You'll get used to it soon.”
His fingers found the sensitive curl and rubbed it, giving me some much-needed pleasure to make me forget how uncomfortable I was at the moment. Slowly, the pain faded to a tolerable level, which he seemed to notice from the loosening of my muscles.
“Guess what I just put inside you?” he asked, laughter in his voice. “Oh, right, you can't talk. Well, I'll give you a really good clue.”
Click.
I jerked as the object inside me suddenly started vibrating. Fucking hell! The bastard had put a vibrator in me! It was resting right against my prostate, making me shiver involuntarily. I could tell that it was at the lowest setting, so it wasn't yet doing much more than making me squirm in hopes of getting more.
To my surprise, I felt his hand reach for my erection. At first I thought this would be a repeat of the previous time, that he might rub me into climax and leave the vibrator inside me to stimulate the overly sensitive spot until I was begging him to show me mercy. But then his hand was joined by thin rope, and with a sense of dread I realised what he was doing.
With a few swift movements he had captured my erection and scrotum with the rope. I bit back a groan as he finished the job and pulled it tight. We had done this once before, so I knew what was in store for me. The way he had tied the rope was far more effective than a cock ring, making it very difficult for me to climax until he chose to let me.
“Man, you're a beautiful sight,” he said as he removed his hands.
How I wanted to flip him the finger.
“Let's see what happens when I do this,” he said. His words were followed by a click, and the vibrations inside me suddenly increased, nearly to an unbearable level. I moaned and arched my back, hoping that he would start thrusting the vibrator in and out to ease the constant assault on my prostate or that he'd distract me from it by grabbing my length.
But no such thing happened. He didn't touch me again but left me writhing on the bed. I could feel the hair on my neck stand up as shivers travelled through my body. Holy fuck, I was going to kill the bastard once he let me free! The vibrations inside were driving me crazy, and I wanted to come so bad.
Slap!
I jerked, at first too surprised to understand what had happened. Then I registered familiar pain on my buttocks and realised that he had resumed the spanking. The brief pause had left me more sensitive than I realised, and I tried to change my position to make myself less vulnerable to another blow.
The vibrator was turned to the highest setting, followed by four more slaps on my behind. I screamed, but I didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure. I realised I would have come at that moment if it hadn't been for the rope blocking my release.
My hips bucked with every blow, trying to escape the offensive hand. Soon I no longer knew if I was feeling pain or pleasure. My tears had returned, and I was moaning at every hit that landed on my sensitive behind. Some part of me was wondering why I wasn't calling it quits already, but I was too consumed by my desire. I loved it when he did this to me because I knew that he would never break the rules that we had set, that I could trust him completely, that he would never hurt me if I told him no.
Just as I was starting to feel that I couldn't go on anymore, the spanking stopped, and he turned off the vibrator. I let out a sigh of relief at finally having some rest from the stimulation on my prostate, but my erection was still aching. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, feel the throb in every sensitive spot that he had abused tonight.
I felt hands at the back of my head, and suddenly the blindfold came off. I wanted to hide my face into my hands so that he wouldn't see my teary eyes. Even after all this time, I hated it when he saw me cry.
He caught my chin with his hand and forced my head up. He was looking at me with an unusually serious expression for him. His hand moved to nuzzle my cheek and wipe away the tears.
“Aww, don't cry,” he said and began to remove the blindfold. As soon as he was done, he pulled me into a kiss. I arched into it, desperate for some gentleness after what he had just put me through.
“Bastard,” I muttered as he pulled away.
He chuckled. “Oh, we aren't done yet. I just want to hear you better when you beg.”
I snorted, but to be honest, I was already almost at my breaking point. The need for release had grown nearly painful, and I was be ready to do almost anything if he asked me.
He moved behind me again and pulled out the vibrator. I was left feeling empty, but that wasn't for long. I heard him unzip his pants, and in the next instant he was already inside me – no surprise that he was hard. I was actually pretty impressed he had been able to keep his hands away from his crotch and not stroke himself to climax long before this.
The vibrator had left me prepared, so it didn't hurt when he pushed into me. He was warm, and even though I was already sore, I enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. I moaned when he began to thrust, the sound awfully loud in my ears since it was no longer being blocked by the gag.
I listened to his groans as he slammed into me. My behind was stinging from the spanking, so every time his hips connected with mine, a jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure. His hand travelled down to grab my erection, sliding up and down the length and stopping to tease the slit.
“Please,” I breathed out.
“Please what?”
“You know!”
“No, I – ah – don't!”
Each of his thrusts met my prostate, and the pressure and need inside me were building up to the point that if this went on for much longer, I'd be unable to find my release at all. After all this, I didn't want to risk that.
“Let me come!” I snarled when another thrust made me feel like I would explode.
For a moment, I was sure that the bastard still had some tricks up his sleeve, that he was going to make me promise something embarrassing, but then he abruptly stopped moving. His hands went to the rope that was binding me, and we remained close, he inside me, as he worked to release me. It was my favourite moment, I realised, having him that close and just enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. Too bad I'd probably never have the guts to tell him that.
I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the rope come off.
“Ready?” he muttered against my skin.
“Ye –” I started, but he began to move before I had the time to finish. I grunted as he pulled out and back in again, and it didn't take more than a few thrusts before I reached my long-awaited climax, shooting semen on my stomach and the bed.
My release left me groggy and exhausted, but he wasn't done yet. This was always my least favourite part; I hated coming first when I was the bottom because the feeling of my over-sensitive nerves being stimulated left me squirming in discomfort. Thankfully it didn't take much longer for him to come as well, and he –
Prussia stopped reading at this point. The grin had died from his face a long time ago, and now he could only think of how utterly hot that story had been and how tight his trousers suddenly were. This was no laughing matter. This was awesome.
A quick flip through the notebook revealed that it was filled with more porn written by Romano. He knew that he didn't have the time to read more now and that he might never get another chance to sneak into Romano's room. He recalled seeing a copy machine in Italy's tiny office down the hall, so he quickly jumped to his feet and ran there, desperate to copy the whole thing before anyone came back.
Some agonizing fifteen minutes later, he had a copy of every page in the book. He returned the original to Romano's room, and after that he still had ten minutes to himself in the bathroom before the others returned.