A/N: So anyone remember in my last chapter A/N when I said I hoped I wasn't going to get let go from my full-time job?

I was let go a week after I posted that chapter. But no worries! Because I got another full time job shortly afterward which is where I wrote most of this chapter :P teehee. I should probably actually do work when I'm at work…

Hope you enjoy the last chapter of this story! (Rated M)

Arthur's heart was pounding as he made his way to the stage, fury in his eyes and determination in his step. Nothing had gone the way he planned and yet he couldn't come to regret this decision, no one made a fool of him without facing the consequences.

It seemed the blond frat boy was caught off guard by the sudden change in events, clearly thinking he had scared Arthur away for good, but oh, he would soon find out how wrong he truly was.

The rest of the frat brothers on stage looked personally affronted as Arthur climbed the last of steps and stood on equal ground, scrutinizing his every move to ensure he didn't try anything funny. "Alfred," one of the brothers started, "aren't you gonna take care of him?"

"Yeah man no worries, I totally got this," the attractive boy smirked, his shock no longer present, clearly taking Arthur's lack of compliance as a personal challenge.

I'm gonna wipe that stupid grin off his face so fast.

"C'mon princess," Alfred stated with barely contained mirth, "lets see what you got."

With pleasure.

Within the blink of an eye, Arthur had gotten Alfred sprawled on the ground with a particularly rough shove. Alfred looked up at him, surprised and perhaps a tad bit fearful as well, as though he hadn't expected Arthur to contain that much strength.

The rest of the fraternity brothers were having none of that, clear rage evident on their faces as they began their dissent on Arthur, Tony looking the most offended of them all.

"You...you stupid f*cking limey sh*t! What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Before any of them could touch the Englishman, Arthur walked the few remaining steps to Alfred's still-sprawled out body, grabbed him by the hair and shoved his heel into his crotch, just enough to be uncomfortable but not stepping down fully, at least not yet.

The American let out a very unmanly squeak at the treatment and Arthur exclaimed loudly to the rest of the group, "one more step from any of you and I'll ensure your friend's infertility."

Alfred let his jaw drop while the rest of the boys stopped their advances almost immediately, looking to Alfred, helpless. Their discomfort only edged Arthur on more.

"Isn't this nice? Now you'll all receive a lesson. If any of you thought you were an alpha type before, you haven't seen anything yet. Pay close attention," he finished with an expression that could only be described as lewd confidence. Alfred was completely still, understanding that he did in fact underestimate the crazy lengths the Englishman would go to in order to prove his point.

"Now then, Alfred was it? Be a good boy for me alright? I know you don't want your precious jewels getting crushed." He added slightly more pressure to Alfred's groin as warning, feeling powerful and in control.

Alfred was scrambling to hold onto his last shreds of dignity. "Well, someone's PMSing today..." His voice only wavered slightly, how remarkable.

It's cute how he's still trying.

Arthur let his hand fall away from the American's hair, reeled it back, and slapped him clean across the face, hard. Heat quickly bloomed on the star-struck boy's cheek, the outline of Arthur's palm dissipating quickly. "You best shut up before you say anything else idiotic."

Alfred whined pathetically in response, partially due to the pain in his cheek and partially because he had never been put in a position of submission, let alone publicly. He was normally the very picture of dominance; people respected him because of his authoritative presence, not to mention he got along fantastically with the ladies, earning him a reputation he was proud of. But this, he had never experienced such blatant disrespect before, ever. Not from his family, his friends, nor his fraternity brothers. No one ever talked to him like this; they didn't dare.

Arthur grabbed Alfred's hair again, this time dragging the boy onto his knees. "If you behave I may even reward you. You'd like that, wouldn't you," Arthur exclaimed with a grin.

Alfred wisely kept his mouth shut to keep himself from saying anything brash...which apparently wasn't the correct response because the Englishman took the opportunity to slap Alfred's other cheek, making his head snap to the side with excessive force.

Alfred was put-off and furious. "What the hell man! I didn't even say anything!" He glanced around at his frat brothers, face red from embarrassment.

"Exactly. You must respond with Yes sir. You have five seconds."

The American's face scrunched up with pained indecision, teetering on whether he should obey the Englishman's ridiculous request or attempt to save his already-botched reputation.

"Yes sir..." He mumbled, turning his head to the side in shameful compliance.

Arthur was loving every second of this. He couldn't wait to really teach this brat a lesson. It was then that he noticed a gravity-defying hair on the American's head, how curious. He pulled roughly on the strands, forcing the boy to face him, although he wasn't quite expecting Alfred to emit such a loud...moan? Oh my, this was just getting better and better. Instead of letting go, he brought Alfred's face closer to his crotch.

"Are you ready for the main event, lad?"

Blue eyes looked up to meet his, swimming in distress and apprehension, having a pretty good idea for what was to come.

Somewhere toward the left part of the stage, Gilbert whispered to Ivan, "This is so unawesome. Should we do something?" It seemed that no one had been able to tear their eyes away from the scene, no matter how much they wanted to help their friend.

Ivan merely smiled. "Nyet, I would like to see what happens."

Gilbert looked at the taller man warily, it appeared Ivan was enjoying the show a little too much, he would never truly understand what went on in the Russian's head, not that he wanted to.

Gilbert was also growing concerned about how this crazy gay English man was apparently friends with his little brother, clearly Luddy was not hanging with the right crowd...

Was the crazy Brit unzipping his pants now?!

"I'll ask you one more time, are you ready?" Arthur asked Alfred, his eyes burning with aggression.

"Yes sir," Alfred had the gall to say mockingly.

The Englishman didn't appreciate the attitude. He pulled his briefs down slightly, just enough to expose his hardening cock. He grabbed Alfred's face with both hands, and thrust his cock into that warm mouth, unforgiving. He set a pace quickly, shoving the American's head down over and over. At least the boy didn't look so cocky now, with his face still bright red, his hair tousled and his lips a clear sheen.

He almost felt bad for the lad, it was doubtful he had never been with a man before, let alone sucked a dick. It was a complete mess of incoordination and floundering, like the boy didn't know where to put his hands and couldn't relax his throat. It was no issue of Arthur's, for he thrust so hard he hit the back of Alfred's throat roughly, and yet...the man didn't even gag? Well that was new.

"You have no gag reflex, do you? Would that be from shoveling McDonald's down your throat all the time like you fatass Americans love to do?"

Alfred wasn't capable of answering, so instead he managed to look up at the Englishman's face, angry and indignant. He wouldn't let Arthur have the pleasure of knowing he was right about the no gag-reflex thing.

"Come now, is that the best you can do? You're worse than I imagined." It was enjoyable to egg the boy on to see what other reactions he could elicit. Surprisingly, at those words Alfred actually seemed to get more into giving the blowjob, as if the only thing that mattered at that point was proving Arthur wrong.

Alfred's eyes scrunched shut and he started moving his head without the guidance of Arthur's hands, taking the Englishman's whole cock in his mouth and moaning around it, creating lovely little vibrations in the back of his throat. Now this was more like it, although Arthur wasn't inexperienced as to let himself become swept away in the pleasure; he still had a point to prove and an audience to "entertain".

Arthur took that moment to glance at Tony, locking eyes with him and giving off an arrogant smirk of I told you so. The pissy man became even more livid, shaking with barely contained rage.

But Tony still didn't move nor open his sailor mouth, there wasn't much he could do at that point anyway. Just watching his best friend forced to suck off an asshole's prick made him want to hunt the Brit down after the fact and rip his limbs off one at a time. Yes, that sounded like a wonderful plan.

As the blowjob went on for a few more minutes, the only sounds in the room were Alfred's soft grunts. Some of the audience had their eyes covered, others had left the auditorium completely, it seemed frat life wasn't how the envisioned it would be after all.

Unfortunately for Arthur, all good things have to come to an end, and as the blissful minutes dragged on, it became apparent that Alfred was reaching his limit, but that was no good now, was it?

"You're not thinking about stopping, are you? It was just starting to get good". That earned another hard glare from the American; he probably would have been pouting had he been able.

Arthur grabbed Alfred's cowlick again, urging his aching mouth away from Arthur's cock and allowing him to catch his breath. Regardless of how infuriating he found the frat boy, he was merciful after all, it wouldn't do to completely tire him out.

Then Arthur noticed something very peculiar, was the American boy...aroused? There was definitely a noticeable bulge in his pants, without question. Oh my...Alfred was actually enjoying it?

The poor boy then appeared to be clawing at Arthur's hand - snapping Arthur out of his satisfying discovery - attempting to relieve the grasp on his cowlick, no such luck.

"Knock that off, I'm in charge here."

The American met Arthur's eyes again, this time with an unreadable expression, but luckily ceased trying to be rid of Arthur's hands.

Arthur decided break time was over and thrust his cock into Alfred's mouth once again, although this time the frat boy wasn't prepared and in his shock, bit down slightly on the Englishman's dick. It didn't so much hurt as it was annoying, the boy on the ground was in no position to be inflicting pain, after all.

And he seemed to realize his mistake a second after it happened because he met Arthur's green eyes fearfully, testing his reaction. Regardless of it being an accident, the boy should be punished, Arthur decided.

"Now you'll all see this idiot face consequences for being disobedient," he hastily pulled his pants up and grabbed Alfred by the ear, dragging him over to one of the empty chairs on stage.

Arthur promptly sat in the chair and shoved the American across his lap, earning disapproving yelps the whole time; he once again paid them no mind. After Alfred was securely in his lap, ass-up, he heard a mournful "oh god...not this" and yet there was no struggling or resistance from the American at that point. Perhaps Arthur had broken him.

Finally.

Most of the frat brothers turned away during this part, as Alfred's pants were pulled down exposing his bright red boxer briefs - which were almost the same color as Alfred's face, interestingly enough. And, Arthur noted gleefully, Alfred seemed to have such a juicy ass - so pert and round, it was an easy target.

And so the spanking began, the sound resonating throughout the vast room. The American was gripping the side of Arthur's leg, clenching with each blow to his backside.

Yet Arthur did not relent, he spanked the boy so hard his own hand was stinging and he knew the frat boy was feeling much the same on his ass. He reminded himself of every infuriating comment the American had made, every stupid smirk and cocky glimmer in those (unfortunately gorgeous) blue eyes. With every memory he spanked harder, until Alfred was literally whining and squirming on his lap with embarrassment and discomfort.

And yet...the boy's erection from before had not gone down, in fact it wasn't even half-hard anymore. With only Alfred's thin boxer-briefs and Arthur's pants separating them, he could tell that the American was completely and utterly aroused. As in, Alfred was so ridiculously hard against Arthur's thigh at the moment that Arthur had to pause for a second to ponder that Alfred was enjoying this, whether the lad wanted to or not. And that was surprisingly exciting...and easily exploitable at the same time.

Once the Englishman decided the spanking session was over, he stopped in his ministrations of slapping Alfred's pert ass and grabbed the boy's underwear instead. Wasting not a second, he hiked it up so hard the American had to grab onto Arthur's shirt to keep from falling over.

The intense wedgie had awarded Arthur with a marvelous view of the bright red ass cheeks (which now matched Alfred's other cheeks). Obviously not expecting the sudden exposure to his abused behind, Alfred started squirming so much that his ass was jiggling with his every movement. Arthur loved it. He tightened his grip on the lad's underwear and pulled it up as far as it could go, which ended up pressing the American's hard cock flat against his body.

"You didn't finish my blowjob earlier. Now you're going to finish it with your arse exposed, and you won't make any more careless mistakes. Understood?"

Alfred turned to face him, and when their eyes met Arthur could have sworn he saw almost a dreamy look pass through those blue eyes. But it was quickly replaced with annoyed glare (which looked strangely forced).

"Yes sir."

Alfred got to his knees in front of Arthur's chair and freed the Englishman's dick before sucking with renewed vigor. Arthur hadn't relented his grip on the boy's wedgie, so with Alfred's back facing what was left of the audience, everyone got a nice view of the reddened ass cheeks.

And ohhhh the boy was absolutely amazing this time around, Arthur was having trouble holding onto his sense of awareness.

As the American gained a rhythm, Arthur was developing a pattern of his own, carefully bringing the boy closer and back again, over and over, by pulling on the rim of the red briefs. Alfred was keening openly around his dick, gently moving his body back and forth with each pull on the underwear running along the crack of his ass.

Arthur couldn't hold back any longer, and without any warning, he came hard into Alfred's mouth, and there was a lot. The American was clearly trying to swallow what he could but when that proved futile, he pulled back and let the remainder of the cum grace his face.

And wasn't that just a sight. The boy was absolutely beautiful like this, cum splattered on his pink cheeks and eyes half-lidded with barely masked lust. He could feel his heart growing soft at the sight and then remembered where he was and what he had originally been trying to prove.

Tucking his now flaccid penis into his pants, he stood up and stepped over Alfred who had not moved from his compromising position on the floor.

"Now then," Arthur started, taking a second to admire the faces still in the room, including all the disgusted looks from members of the fraternity, "I believe I made my point very clear. And there should no longer be any confusion as to whether or not I am of the masculine and dominant sort, unless any of you wanted another demonstration. What do you think?" Arthur turned to the right. "Tony? Anything to say?"

Tony crossed his arms and glared daggers at the floor, refusing to answer.

"Wonderful!" The Englishman could hardly contain the joy brimming his voice, he hadn't felt this alive in years. And this rush of power had given him the courage to go after what he had been trying to accomplish by coming to this 'Open House' in the first place.

"I believe I have earned myself the right to speak with the president of Mu Alpha Nu; where is he? He undoubtedly owes me a membership for so obviously proving myself worthy."

When no one moved or made to speak up, Arthur then noticed a line of portraits taking up one of the far walls. Each portrait showed the face a college-aged man, either smirking self-assuredly or giving off an intimidating glare. It took a second for Arthur to realize that they were portraits of all the past fraternity presidents, probably dating back to before his dad was even a member.

And then he saw it, at the end of the line, the last portrait on the wall indicating the current president of Mu Alpha Nu.

An attractive blond with bright blue eyes and a winning expression smiled down on him, bold words etched into a plaque beneath the portrait.

Alfred F. Jones.

Arthur's body grew cold. Oh Lord in Heaven help me.

Twitching with adrenaline and fear, Arthur slowly glanced down to where Alfred was still sitting on the ground. The American was looking mildly more composed than before yet still had an utterly disheveled appearance.

He smirked up at Arthur.

"Oh you are so in, princess."

A/N: I should have been more embarrassed writing this chapter but surprisingly I wasn't lol. I hope you all liked this story! Reviews would be lovely :)

I'm thinking of writing some one shots based in this AU but I'm not 100% sure I'll have the motivation. I'm moving to Spain in a few weeks so life is getting hectic!