Hetalia BDSM

FrUk

Rating: 5
Setting: England and France hate each other with a passion. Or at least that's what everyone thinks.

Third Person P.O.V.
"Bounjour Angleterre~" Francis purred in an unsuspecting Englishman's ear. Athur jumped. "Bloody Hell! You smelly frog!" Arthur yelled. Francis laughed. "I got you good~" he chuckled, walking away. Arthur huffed.
*time skip*
*beep* *beep*
Arthur's phone went off. He looked at it. A text from Frog face.
Frog face: Bounjour~
Me: Hello
Frog Face: Do you want to cone over, mon amour? I miss you~
Me: Ok love. What are we gonna do?
Frog Face: Why our favorite thjng of course~
Me: Ok~
Arthur went to his room and got ready. He took a quick shower and dried off, pulling on some red lace panties he had. He knew Francis loved when he wore panties. He pulled on some black short-shorts and a white fishnet shirt. He threw a leather jacket over the look. He walked downstairs and slid on his combat boots. He walked to his car and drove to Francis's house. The two had a secret affair going on. Arthur got to the Frenchman's house and knocked. Francis answered the door and looked Arthur up and down. "Come in, mon amour~" he said, standing aside. Arthur walked in and pulled off his shoes. As soon as he stood up, Francis pushed him against the wall. He had Arthur's hands held above him with one of his hands. "I've missed you, Angleterre~" he purred before sliding his other arm around Arthur's waist and pulling him close, crashing their lips together. Arthur moaned slightly. He loved the rough treatment. Francus picked Arthur up bridal-style and carried him to his room, not breaking the kiss. They got into the room and Arthur was back on his feet. Francis pulled away from the kiss and pushed Arthur back, until he fell on the bed. He reached underneath and grabbed a black box. He opened it and pulled out some shiny handcuffs. "'Ave you been a good boy, Angleterre?" He asked huskily. Arthur shook his head, a smirk on his face. "No daddy~ I need to be punished~" he said cutely. Francis smirked. "Well then, I'll have to do that won't I?" He said, crawling on top of Arthur and pulling his jacket off, tossing it to the floor. He ran his hands over the netting on Arthur's torso. He smirked as he slid that off too, revealing his lovers chest to his eyes. He pulled Arthur's arms above his head and handcuffed him to the bedpost. "Is this ok Angleterre~" he asked, just to make sure. Arthur nodded. Francis smirked and kissed him hard. He licked Arthur's lips, asking for entrance, which was granted. Arthur moaned as he felt Francis's skilled tongue move around his mouth. Their tongues battled, Francis winning. Arthur moaned again. "Vous êtes une prostituée désespérée~ (1)I should quiet you~" he said, pulling a gag out of the box. The gag had a hole in it, big enough for his cock to fit through. He tied it around Arthurs mouth. He took off his shirt, his strong, toaned chest and big, muscular arms making the small British man hard as a rock. Francis smirked at seeing the desperation on his lovers face. He undid his trousers, pulling out his 5.3" hard cock. He shuffled over so his cock was right front of Arthur's mouth. "Take my cock down your throat like the little cockslut you are~" he growled and he slid his cock into the warm, wet cavern. Arthur moaned around the Frenchman's thick cock. Oh how he loved the feeling of being played with, not able to do anything and bring at the mercy of Francis. He loved it. France reached down and closed one large hand aroumd Arthur's throat. Arthur gasped and struggled for air. He loved being chocked while he had Francis's cock down his throat. Francis pulled out, still choking Arthur with his hand. He pulled Arthurs shorts off and smirked when he saw the lace panties. "Did you wear zhese for moi?" He asked sexily. Arthur nodded. "Good boy. You know daddy likes when you wear panties~" he said, mouthing Arthur's rock-hard cock through the fabric. Arthr moaned. Francis pulled the panties off. He grabbed Arthurs cock in his hand and slowly pumped up and down. He slowly and skillfully slid his mouth down the shaft, fondeling Arthur's balls with his other hand. "Aaahh~ ohhhh~ mmmm~" Arthur let out constant streams of moans. Francis moved with just the right amount of speed and pressure. Francis pulled off and used his hands to roughly jerk Arthur off. Arthur moaned continusly. Francis smirked at the sight. Artgurs mouth was open because of the gag. His cheeks were flushed red and he had sweat pouring down his face. His dick was standing straight up and he looked so desperate. "Daphh" Arthur tried to say. Francis removed the gag. "Daddy~ I'm about to cum~" Arthur moanrd out. Francis smirked. "Not yet, Putain~"(2) Francis growled, grabbing a cock ring and sliding it over Arthur's cock. Arthur moaned. "Daddy~ please fuck me hard~" he begged. Francis smirked and grabbed some lube, coating three fingers in it. He spread Arthirs legs wide and inserted two fingers into Arthurs ass. "You're so tight you little bitch. Does anyone else touch you?" He asked. Arthur shook his head. "No daddy! You are the only one who touches me!" He moaned out. Francis thrust his fingers fast, driving then right into his prostae. "AAAAAHHHH~" Arthur moaned loudly, experiencing a dry orgasm. Francis grinned. He found it. He reached down and grabbed Arthurs dick, pumping it quickly while driving his fingers into his prosate mercilessly. "Oohhh~ ahhh~ mmmmph~ uhhhh~" Arthur moaned continuously. He was feeling so much pleasure. Francis pulled his fingers out and Arthur whined. "Beg for me, slut~" Francis purred sexily, opening a condom and putting it on. "Please daddy~ fuck me. Screw me into the mattress. Mark me~ claim me~ let me feel your long, hard, thick cock thrusting into my tiny hole. Please~ make me yours~ I'm your cockslut~" he moaned out up his cock, wiping his hands off before lining up at Arthur's enteance. "Ready?" He asked. Arthur nodded. Francis wrapped his hands around Arthur's neck, squeezing as he thrust all the way in in one move "Aaaackmmm~" Arthur moaned at the sensations of being chocked and having a cock in him. Francis thrusted quickly and roughly, his hands cutting off some of Arthur's airflow. Arthur let out broken moans. "Who do you belong to, little putain?" Francis asked. "D-daddy! *gasp* I belong to daddy!" Arthur mangaed to get out. "Vous juste une salope"(3) Francis growled. He felt himself nearing his end so he pulled the cock ring off of Arthur's cock. "Cum for daddy~" he purred. Arthur let out a loud, strangled moan as he felt the blinding pleasure of release. The look of pure bliss on Arthur's face was enohgh for Francis to finish. He slowled down and pulled out, taking off the condom then tying it off and throwing it away. He undid Arthurs handcuffs. "Relax Arthur. I'll draw us a bath ok?" He said gently. Arthur nodded tiredly. Francis walked to his bathroom and turned on the hot water, closing the drain and adding bubbles to the water pouring into the tub. He added some epsom salts to help relax their muscles. He walked back to the room with a warm, soft cloth and wiped the cum and sweat off of Arthur. He picked him up and carried him to the bath. They stepped in and Arthur relaxed against Francis's musclular chest. "How was zhat, Angleterre?" He asked. "It was bloody amazing, git. Thank you" he said smiling. Francis smiled too and relaxed with his adorible British lover.

Hope you enjoyed. Translations:
(1): You're a desperate prostitute [French]
(2): Whore [French]
(3): You're just a slut [French]
I used google translate so the translations are probably off. Please correct me in the comments.
~Skai