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Australia - Handcuffs

((I was like, "Oh, It's Australia and he has a history of convicts so of course there will be some art of him in shackles or with handcuffs... NUP >>))

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"Thank you for flying with us today. The temperature is a beautiful, 25 degrees Celsius with clear, blue skies and a slight wind. We hope to see you again."

Ah~! Australia! Though you still had countries in Europe to see, they were all busy so you didn't mind taking a trip to the land down under. You've always admired the Oceania countries and their differences from other continents; even if Australia had adopted a more multicultural society. You looked up to the signs so that you could find your way to your bags. It said 'Baggage Claim' with an arrow pointing in the direction and what you assumed to be the same words written below it in Chinese and Japanese script.

You made your way to your bags, smiling softly as the sliding doors opened, allowing people to enter and exit the airport, the cool breeze flowing over you and making you feel content. As you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, you were soon interrupted by your body being flung into the air, strong, tan arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight, "(Nickname)! How're ya, darlin'?"

You squealed before giggling, kicking your legs in the air and begging, "Australia! Put me down! Ahaha!" Between him and Brazil, you were getting used to be lifted so suddenly, and you didn't mind it when it was them, or even some of the other countries, but you were always scared that you were just too heavy, even if they said you weren't.

Australia set you down and skipped just a little bit in front of you, leading you to your bags, "So, how was the flight, (Y/n)?"

With a bright smile, you answered delightfully, "It was great! I saw so much because I got the window seat every time and the weather was perfect. I even got to see the Great Barrier Reef!"

Australia felt proud at seeing how happy and excited you were, especially about things that made him recognisable. He grinned and tried to hide his blush by looking away slightly, "Well, I'm glad it was enjoyable." When he found his courage again, which didn't even take a second to return, he piped up, "I have to go to Bunnings to get a couple of things before we head to mine, if that's alright?"

"Yeah, sure," you agreed, remember Australia talking about the Warehouse before and how he usually shopped there for all his building necessities.

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The smell of snags and cooked onion on the barbie had you drooling. You hadn't eaten since breakfast, which you had at five in the morning. It was now almost three in the afternoon. Australia grabbed a towel rod, some hooks and a couple of other things, chucking them in the back of the ute and then dragging you to the tent where the sausages were being sizzled. "I have beer if you want some of that," he offered, "Or you can choose a soft drink from here if you'd prefer."

You looked over the options before asking, "What beer ya got?"

"Carlton Draught."

"Interesting..." You narrowed your eyes in thought. "I'll take (drink)."

He laughed and nodded, "Well alrighty then."

You chose whether or not you wanted onions, and then which sauces you wanted. Australia just stuck with onions and tomato sauce. They gave you the sausage in a single piece of bread folded into a triangle. It was such a simple food, but you found it filling enough to last you.

As you hopped into the ute Australia started the car and rolled down the windows. He gave you a tentative smile and explained, "The fan in the aircon doesn't work so it's gonna have ta be windows down unless you want a stuff car."

You laughed and waved your hand in understanding, "It's alright. I don't mind."

The car took off and you found yourself staring out the window, admiring the environment. He drove pass a McDonalds and onto a highway, cruising along soundly. Eventually, his voice reached your ears, "So, any idea of what kink I'm inta?"

"Uhhhh," you bit your lip in thought. You then went pale and stared at him awkwardly, "Please don't tell me it involves spiders?"

He laughed and shook his head, "Nah, nah. Actually it's probably something more common, which I hope ya don't find boring." He glanced at you from the side, his green eyes darkening at the thought of what made him tick, "Handcuffs."

"Oh, I see." You thought about the handcuffs and how one might use them, a few possibilities already coming to your mind. A thought then occurred, "You, America, Canada and England all have this weird, dominant thing going about you." You suddenly jerked back and gave him an odd look, "I get that you're historically related but this is just crazy..."

Australia snorted, "Okay, so here's the deal. Canada got his kink from me-"

"Wha?!" You looked at him in shock before he could finish.

Australia chuckled at your reaction, "Yep. Since England was always more prone to punishing me, ergo me obtaining it from him, and not Canada, I was the one to show him the way. Eventually, he fell in love with it. The fact that he was always seen, and never ignored. The control he could have, as well as the release. And then through him, America got it."

"I... See." You held in a giggle, "And yours is... Handcuffs."

"Indeed. And I know you're probably thinking that that's so 'cliche' and 'boring' but aw baby," he gave you a sort of twisted yet excited smile, "I'm gonna show ya differently."

A sudden rush flew to the place between your legs, making your body tingle and your thighs to run together. You swallowed thickly, your face becoming heated as you got lost in his words, "Can't wait~."

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Neither could he. You stood in his room, watching him as he walked around you slowly with a pair of silver, shackling handcuffs. He tantalisingly looked you up and down, "These shackle-like handcuffs aren't the only form of restraints." He made his way over to the wall, picking up a remote off a small table and pressing a button. The wall opened, revealing a variety of restraints: handcuffs, attachments, ropes. Your jaw dropped at the sight. Australia smirked and twirled the cuffs around his finger before grabbing them and snapping them open, "However, for us tonight, we'll stay simple but effective."

Your (e/c) eyes looked at the silverware, somewhat worried, "W-Will it hurt?"

"The cuffs? Nah." He walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, flinging it around and securing it tightly, "Comfortable?"

"Surprisingly," you replied, your eyebrows raised in confounding.

He grinned and uncuffed them again, putting them on his belt. His hand came to the side of your face, affectionately stroking it, "See? I wouldn't hurt you, darlin'." He then trailed his hand down your jawline and hooked his finger to the collar of your shirt, his lust-filled, green eyes staring straight into yours, "Let's strip you off."

Australia helped you rid of your shirt. He then reached around, fiddling with your bra and also placing soft kisses along your exposed neck. You placed your hands on his burly shoulders, sinking into his hold. His skin was slightly cool, but you could feel his heart thumping and the warmth making its way to your touch. "Mn~" You moaned as he sucked and nibbled on the flesh.

Your bra fell loose, the cups moving up your boobs slightly as the straps fell. His large hands smoothed over your back, his fingers lacing under the straps and pulling them off you. Your face turned red as you became exposed to his eyes. He noticed this and chuckled, "I can assure you, Sweetheart, that you're going to be a lot more exposed later on." He pulled you to the stripped mattress that was left in its sheet with a single pillow. He helped lay you down, picking the cuffs off his belt and onto one of your wrists. He then hooked the other through the bars of the bed frame and connected it to your other wrist so that you were cuffed securely in place. He stood back to gaze admirably at your restricted form. He pondered a rhetorical question, "Why are handcuffs so damn attractive in the first place?" He sat down by your knees and toyed with your tights, playing with the band, "Control - or lack thereof. You see (Y/n), most people into this kind of stuff have something going on in their lives. Maybe they're a slave to their job? Or they suffer from anxiety? This can be a sure way to relieve this stresses."

"Really?" You questioned, intrigued. You gave the cuffs an experimental tug; nope, not getting out of these.

He nodded and began slowly pulling them down, "Yep. For people who are stuck in a day-to-day routine of passiveness, it can be arousing to be dominant and the one in control; ya know, 'orchestrating the entire scene~'. The same can go for people juggling with too many responsibilities. Giving up control in the bedroom can be a huge turn-on. Tell me, (Nickname), which one are you?"

You gulped and looked at him from under your lashes, "I..." You were lost by the cool sensation of your pants being removed. The night got a little hotter so Australia had put the aircon on a comfortable temperature, you didn't realise how cool it was until you were undressed though. "I guess I'm used to being more in control, especially with paperwork when it comes to my country's business."

He smirked and flicked the legs of the tights off your ankles before discarding them to the floor, "Perfect." He then reached up to take down your panties, sliding them off with ease and standing up holding them on the tip of his finger. Your cheeks blushed as you watched him inhale your underwear, not taking his eyes off you. Australia walked over to the open wall and grabbed a 'magic wand' vibrator, "It might not seem like much, but you're going to thrive under this and probably find it frustrating not being able to do anything about it."

"Sounds intense," you breathed out, rubbing your legs together at the thought of a vibrator touching you.

He grinned, "Oh it is." He walked back over to you and turned it on and off to show just how vigorous it could go. With a glint in his eyes, he ordered, "Spread 'em."

Swallowing thickly, you tentatively opened your legs for him to have access. Australia placed the head of the want on your clit, waited a moment to enhance the anxiety building up within you, and then it came. "OH MY!" You gasped and threw your head back, your hips raising as the sudden vibrations struck you. You couldn't hold the moans and cries as he ruthlessly manipulated your pleasure. Your wrists strained in the cuffs, the metal clinking together with bed bars. Your toes curled and you were reduced to a blinding white. You had no control of what was happening, and you loved it.

Australia grew harder than before. He took this opportunity to delve his fingers in between your folds, your liquids dripping and running down his hand like a consistent tap. You were soaked. He gave an amused chuckle and curled his fingers before spreading them and thrusting them in and out, your cries becoming louder, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you love?"

"YEEESSSS~!!!!" You called, your voice cracking in your throat from the pressure. You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your palms. The strain on the cuffs didn't loosen one bit, but they also showed no sign of breaking either. Australia kept going and going until you absolutely couldn't take it anymore. The vibrations: the restraints: the penetration: you came and you came H A R D. You screamed, your voice cracking the walls, or you imagined it would have been able to as much as this orgasm as cracked your mind. You thought you heard shuffling, you thought you felt your wrists be moved and you thought you were sitting up. You actually had no idea until your high was settled and you found out that you were now lying further down the bed with your wrists cuffed in front of you. You opened your eyes and moaned out, "Australia...~"

"Welcome back. Ready for the next position?" He inquired, and you weren't 100% sure you were actually. That was so intense and your body already felt tired and like it was going to give out. He saw the confliction on your face and sat beside you, petting your forehead, "You don't have to worry about doing anything, just leave it up to me. Trust me, you'll enjoy this next one," and he gave you a wink.

You smiled and nodded your head, "O-Okay, I trust you."

He replicated your smile and placed his hand on your thigh, beginning to lift it, "That makes me very happy." He reached over with his other hand and pulled your arms up. He then proceeded to put your leg through the chain of the cuffs before letting it go and resting it there. He did the same with the other leg, your holes now spread and open for him to have easy access. You were completely embarrassed by this position, but like you said earlier, you trusted him. He stood up and rather than seeing him because your legs were in the way, you heard him remove his pants and jocks, the belt buckling undone and being 'clunked' on the floor along with the shuffling of clothes. The next thing you saw was his eager face, his large, warm, tanned hands gripped your hips, "This position is one of the bests, in my opinion. You can really get in deep."

Your lips parted as he began to insert his cock inside you. He was right, this was a crazy position to be in. He had more access than you thought possible to your insides, making you melt at the feeling of him filling you up with his erected member, sliding against your g-spot with such precision that it was like he was caressing it head-on. Once he fully got in, he paused to show you just how deep he was, your walls tightening delectably around his swollen cock. With a grin, he pulled back and pounded into you, your screams and cries of pleasure feeding his anxiety to please. You began drooling at how hard and deep he was hitting you, falling in love with the feeling almost - if not - immediately. "AHHH~! YES~! MORE~!!" You cried, your body trembling and going weak. If it weren't for the chain on those cuffs, your legs would have given out by now and you wouldn't have been able to retain that position.

In this position, you were more susceptible to the feelings. It wasn't long before you had completely lost yourself once more, your juice squirting out from you as you screamed in ecstasy. Australia grit his teeth but didn't lose himself to you, not yet. Once your moans died down, he uncuffed one of your wrists and let your body fall down before flipping you over and cuffing your hands behind your back. He propped you up on your knees, your face falling into the pillow as your bottom half was left limp. He held the chain connecting your wrists and chuckled at your drooling form, "You alright, Sweetheart?"

You grinned and nodded, still lost in euphoria, "Oh, yeah~ Hahahaha~"

"Fantastic," he cooed in a deep voice, tightening his grip on the chain and positioning himself at your dripping entrance once more, "Last one, Darl. And then I'll let ya rest." He shoved himself inside you again and went full out. His cock pounded into you, hitting you perfectly each and every time. A little pool of saliva collected on the pillow as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your moans and groans muffled partially by the pillow. His grunting could be heard as he ruthlessly attacked you. The numbing pleasure consumed you again quickly, your hands clenching helplessly behind you. You had no control whatsoever, and you were enamoured by the feeling. Your being flooded with relief once more, Australia cumming inside you and filling you with his hot, white seed. Your stomach felt warm and you drowsiness overcame you the longer you stayed still.

"Ah...~" When he pulled out, your mixed fluids poured out of your contracting hole. Your legs fell behind you and your body relaxed, your wrists still cuffed.

Australia got up and went to his bedside table, grabbing a pack of ciggies and pulling one out, along with a lighter. He lit it and had a puff before looking down at you and smiling. You were adorable, your battered body and restricted limbs. That huffing and puffing of your chest along with the cum dripping out of you like an untamed tap, "Oh yeah, I could get used this."

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