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"I knew you wanted it." /y/ replied. He ran his gloved hands over his own body in a sensual way, feeling the texture of the various buttons and cords and insignias, the blood-red swastika patch, as he did. /y/ could feel /pol/'s eyes on him as he swayed. The blond board-tan finally nipped at the index finger of a dark glove, and pulled it off slowly, watching /pol/'s flushed face. Using the crop to lightly whack the other boards crotch broke the spell, and /pol/ began raging once more. For such slight, lanky board-tan, he was surprisingly strong. /y/ had to sit on his stomach just to keep him pinned down.

"Nnnnnmmmph! Nnn fft fnnkin ffnnkht." /pol/ commented, in what was clearly meant to be an attack on /y/'s character. /y/ slapped /pol/'s erection with the crop again, and he let out a muffled yelp.

"Sie genießen diese, my little journalist-mouse?" /y/ asked, sliding lower until he sat on /pol/'s legs. "The fun's only just begun." He popped the buttons off of the dark grey waistcoat that /pol/ was in the habit of wearing, and spread it aside. /pol/ looked more desperate than ever.

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/y/ was half amused, half offended at the level of vitrol this board had. He'd only ever seen it in a few boards before, like /b/, /co/ on a bad day, /r9k/ when its switch got flipped, ect. Nothing he couldn't fix with a little sex. The repressed ones were usually the gayest ones. He'd seen that already with /fit/.

"Nein. I'm only doing this for myself, you silly board."

/y/ used the switch to lift /pol/'s stubbled chin. The fire in his eyes turned /y/ on terribly badly. He could feel his erection straining in his tight pants. "You've been caught anyway, and a sneaky little journalist-Maus should be punished for trying to steal our secrets." /y/ stated, settling himself on the bed beside /pol/.

/pol/ looked confused. How could he not, when /y/ hadn't informed him about the roleplay in the first place, consent be damned? (Well, to be technical, it was more like rape, but you couldn't really -rape- the personification of a board. To do it in the true sense was damned near impossible, especially from another board.)

"What do you mea--mmmph!" It was now /pol/'s turn to be interrupted. /y/ grabbed his jaw and forced the foul-mouthed board to kiss him deeply. He fought both against the deliciously caffeine-bitter taste of /pol/'s tongue and his attempts to shut his mouth again, finally releasing the other board-tan for air. /pol/ gasped for breath as /y/ wiped his mouth with his sleeve with a victorious smirk. The smaller, thinner board began to struggle harder, frantically trying to work his way free. /y/ ignored him as he undid the other board-tan's red silken tie, sliding it out from under the cream-colored collar of his dress shirt.

"Are you trying to convert me to your side you fucking -faggot-? Let me go, now!" /pol/ growled. /y/ tsked, and in several quick movements gagged /pol/ with his own tie. The dark-haired board shook his head wildly, but was unable to dislodge it.

"You're not in any position to speak back, Mäuschen." he said, and moved his face closer until their noses nearly touched. With his right hand, /y/ skated his fingers down the hard planes of /pol/'s (still clothed, unfortunately!) stomach, coming to rest at the junction between his legs. A light squeeze told him he had found what he was looking for.

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He had another board tied up in his bedroom after all, the only board-tan in the house who might have appreciated his Nazi fetishism. He couldn't disappoint.

/y/ adjusted his belt one more time and patted the riding crop at his side before striding out of his closet and into the bedroom, where /pol/ lay in drugged slumber, wrists bound to the bed railing. In his mind, /y/ thanked /d/ for her (its?) help and her suggestions in snagging this particularly troublesome man. Her secretions came in handy once in a while, although most of the other times they simply stunk and/or gummed up the other areas of the Not-Work-Safe space. The drug was fast-acting, but also quickly metabolized; even as /y/ waited half-hidden in the shadows, he could see /new/--no, /pol/, now, slowly wake up. It was nearly his time.

Just as /pol/ became aware enough to try and discern where he was exactly, /y/ stepped into his view, enjoying the sharp 'clop' of the shiny black boots on his floor. He tapped his gloved hand with his riding crop, thanking the multitudes of Hetalia threads that he'd already had for giving him a basic gist of German; although his knowledge was nothing in comparison to /int/, who scorned the whole idea of countries being personificable as nonsense(Which was hypocritical, coming from a being like her). /pol/ watched him with a wary eye, the way his reporter's hat sat askew on his head half covering his eyes looking rather cute and even dare-he-say 'uke-ish' on him.

"So..." /y/ began, with a cat's smile on his face. "Meine neugierige kleine Maus thinks he can spy on Our Grand Reich, eh?"

"JIDF!" /pol/ retorted immediately. /y/ paused, puzzled. Wait, what the fuck was the JIDF?

"Uh, what--"

"They've sent you here to torture me, haven't they? Pretending to be a Nazi, no less? I'm not giving up anything!"

/d/ hadn't warned him about this.

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Well written. Good amount of detail in the collection /a/ has, which provides good insight to the kind of person /a/ is even if you've never visited the board before.

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“You didn't write me here.”

He glowered at the board, who was either feigning ignorance or was actually so narcissistic that he ended up putting tripfags in the wiki before the other board's existence.

/r9k/ sighed heavily in utter dismay before speaking to the board again. “What kind of 4chon wiki is this?”

Appalled by such daring questions, the board got upset.

“Who said I should write about you to begin with?” he snapped.

/r9k/ was surprised at the sudden mood shift.

“Do it yourself.”

With that, /new/ left the room, leaving /r9k/ alone with his inability to get any.

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For the past few days at 4chon, /r9k/ had been feeling like he was living under the presence of a dictatorship. The new home came with a lot of specific rules that would, supposedly, protect him from killing himself in the near future, aka- the reason why he was exiled from 4chan. /new/, he gathered, was content as long as they both left each other alone. The other board didn't enjoy any of /r9k/'s gentlebot antics as much as the bot didn't enjoy the slanderous reputation of the news board.

Today was one of those days where /new/ managed to surprise him.

“A wiki? Really?” /r9k/ rolled his eyes, knowing that it would be filled to the brim with the same information the racist board tan had been spouting since 4chan.

“Yes! It's a 4chon wiki, but it's still a work in process!” The news board lightly nudged the shoulder of the gentlebot, egging for him to read what he had written, and truthfully, /r9k/ was curious about its content and what /new/ had to say about him.

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“Yep.”

“That means...that means we're unwanted. Deserted. Left to die on the streets of the World Wide Web.”

“Yep.”

The two officially-axed-out-of-4chan board tans stared forlornly at the pink house across the street, the home that had deserted them. Unable to fully comprehend what happened without expressing extreme aggravation, /r9k/ and /new/ gathered what was left of their pride and walked away before any more damage could be made.

Unfortunately, /new/ had plenty of pride to spare. Immediately he turned around, shouting “FREEDOM OF SPEECH!” as he dashed inside the house (either he found a back door or just busted through the front entrance) and wounded several boards in the process.

While /new/ went on a rampage, /r9k/ managed to find a home. At first, he wasn't planning on inviting /new/, but considering how hopelessly defeated /new/ appeared when he found /r9k/'s address (“The JIDF won,” was his reply when he was banned for the umpteenth time that day), /r9k/ might as well give the board-tan a chance.

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Apparently not /co/. LOL. Oh that was wonderful.

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"MNNH!" /co/ grunted, pumping ropes of hot, sticky cum inside of /ck/, closing his eyes tightly, pushing his head up to kiss at her neck wildly until their lips matched together again, moaning into her mouth. Needed her. Lusted for her. Loved her.

And /ck/ did much the same, though her mouth hung a little open, exhaling in hot, wondrous satisfaction, tongue licking around her lips. Going back to biting his ear. His nipples. Really, just all over his skin. It was a thing of hers.

As they began to settle down from their climaxes, /ck/ wriggled and shivered, getting off /co/'s body. Hand running through her hair, readjusting her clothes to push them back to how they were meant to be.

"That was AMAZING." /co/ said, sputtering just a little as he stood back up, taking her into her arms, and giving her another kiss.

/ck/ laughed and kissed back, hands running up his back, sighing, feeling quite happy. "I'm glad you liked. And after you shower up..."

"Yes?" /co/ said, eyes widening, quite eager for the idea of more kinky sex that /ck/ might have imagined for tonight. With or without foodplay, he didn't mind.

"...You can do the dishes."

/co/ blinked.

Then frowned.

"Then we'll have sex." /ck/ couldn't help herself. Kissed him on the head, slapped his ass, and sashayed out of the kitchen. "Better get started now, and hurry!"

/co/ chewed on his lip, harder, foot tapping.

Then he rushed up to the shower.

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The speed picked up. At first in little increments, just creating a sweet little rhythm that they could mach each other in. Her body bumping around, sweat dribbling down from her stomach and legs, around the neatly trimmed hair of her pussy, back onto /co/'s own body, mingling them. An intimate union of bodies, enhanced by the sweetness of the cooking she draped all over his body.

Then it became shameless, eager cowgirl pumping, thrusting, and grinding. Chocolate shaking off of them, or their hands dragging it onto the table, smearing it as they had trouble holding their bodies still for even a moment.

Her hips smacked against his body, and /co/ couldn't hold out any more.

He came first, but to be fair, she had spent most of the evening working him into a tizzy.

And quite thankfully, he still had enough energy to keep up with her until her own climax.

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"I need to cum." He spat out, rushed, inelegant, feeling like a hot mess the way /ck/ was working him over. Looking at her, eyes wincing, teeth digging into his bottom lip, hot air being exhaled from his nostrils. Wanting her. Needing her.

"And I'll need to clean up first." She said, still holding that control. Not mean or punishing. Really sweet, actually. But there could be no mistaking who was in charge at the moment. "So hold on."

/ck/'s tongue rolled around his cock again, eating up her own dessert, leaving his cock much cleaner than the rest of his body, which was still dripping in that warm treat. It was a mess she'd have to clean off the dining table too, later. But right now? Didn't care.

Once his shaft was completely wiped clean of the chocolate, she got back on top of him, still clothed, and feeling no need to strip. Kind of liked it this way, actually. Felt kinkier.

So instead, /ck/ simply reached down, grabbing hold of the fabric to her panties, sliding them to the side -

And finally pushing /co/'s cock inside of her.

Which gave /co/ such an incredible rush after all that waiting, it was all he could do to not cum right then and there.

"AHNH!" He howled out some, hands reaching up, wanting to grab her hips, to get hold of her. But they were grabbed with /ck/'s own dainty but firm fingers, pushing them back into the table. Wrapping her hands around his, gripping hard, digging in.

Riding him. Both of them moaning, sweating.

Licking more chocolate off his body the whole while.

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The ladle was dropped back into the bowl, and a deft hand reached in, stirring through the mix until she found another strawberry. Plucking it with glee, she dangled it above him... before putting expert balance to work to place it on the head of his cock.

And she let it sit there like that, for ten seconds. Just enjoying the view. And to work /co/ up into a needy frenzy. That was a fun bonus.

At the eleventh second, she dipped her mouth down, swallowing up the strawberry - as well as a few inches of /co/'s cock. Spit and chocolate mixing together, dribbling down the sides, as /co/ tried to stay still just for her. And keep his releases just to precum. It was an awful lot of sensations to take in all at once after all, especially while kept on a constantly aroused edge.

She pulled back, only long enough to chew and swallow the strawberry, and to admire her handiwork. Watching /co/ grind his teeth to keep control. Watch her saliva and the chocolate mix together and spread over the rest of his body, making a wonderfully dirty little image to take in. One she had thought of many nights before, but hadn't gotten to put into action until tonight.

She dipped down again, taking in more of his cock, letting it press further and further into her mouth until it started to press to the back of her throat.

From there, it was slow movements, back and forth, dragging her tongue in long, patient swirls across it all. Fast could be fun, certainly. But to draw it out could be a work of human art.

Up and down...

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/ck/ giggled again, laying her head on her hand, just alternating between looking at /co/'s manhood and back at /co/'s face. Wanting more. Wanting release. Wanting something, anything, other than to just lay here and ache for /ck/'s touch.

"Brace yourself." /ck/ said, her words cutting through the air. One hand getting a firm grip of his cock, holding it down and in place so she could do with it as she liked.

The other hand reached across and grabbed ahold of the ladle, dipping it back into the bowl.

With an almost sinister level of patience, she drizzled the warm dessert all over his shaft, watching his pride get enveloped in the sweet chocolate. And watching his hips buck upwards, his stomach's rising and falling growing more erratic, his heartbeat pumping wildly.

Moaning. Just a little like a bitch.

"HANNH! HNNH! NNH, NNH, NNH - suh-see-/ck/..." He whined, fingers digging against the wood of the table. "Puh-please..."

Now /ck/ shivered.

Good LORD, this was great to watch. And hear.

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