"Please, please." He begged, face scrunched up against the agony. The words had slipped out of his mouth before he'd realised. He was saying them, and he immediately regretted it.
"Please what, slut?" Rumlow teased, running his hand over Steve's clamped nipples as he kept his cock pressed to Steve's hole without pushing inside. Steve wanted to beg please no, and to beg for a reprieve, but Bucky's mouth was still suckling painfully at his sensitive soft cock, so instead he gritted his teeth and begged, "please, fuck me."
"Good boy, cap. You're such a good little slut." Rumlow praised, flicking one of Steve's clamped nipples. Steve bit off a scream, shocked at this new unfamiliar pain, and Rumlow chuckled and flicked at the other. Then, his blunt cock head was pressing inside of Steve, slow but firm and inexorable. Steve's mouth opened in a soundless yell, eyes rolling back and fists clenching. It was like a hot poker had been shoved inside, and when Rumlow started fucking him open, the friction was unbearable. Steve had hated the humiliating pleasure of a cock plotting into him and grinding against his hole the first time he'd been fucked open, but now he almost wished for the shame of that instead. The burn was pure agony, each long slow thrust a jagged knife slicing another wound into his insides. Steve bit the flesh of his bicep to try keep quiet against the assault, but muffled sobs and whines still escaped unbidden, and Rumlow chuckled at the sounds.
"It's alright whore, no need to be embarrassed." He whispered soothingly into Steve's ear. "Let me hear your moans. I want to know how good I make you feel." Steve reluctantly stopped hiding his face against his arm, and with Rumlow's next brutal slow thrust, a high pitched moan escaped from his mouth. It was a moan of pure agony, but against the wet squelch of Runlow's dick in his ass and the slap of Rumlow's skin against his, it sounded sluttish and desperate, like he was begging for more instead of begging for a respite. "That's a good slut." Rumlow said, then chuckled. He sped up the pace, snapping his hips hard and fast, until the invasion of his cock in Steve's ass stopped feeling like a series of knife jabs and started feeling like one long painful burn. Steve sobbed and moaned trying to relax his hole and spread himself wider to alleviate the burn, but his hole was tight from swelling more than from then clench of his sphincter, and all he managed was to twitch his hole welcomingly. Rumlow drove into him furiously, yanking on Steve's clamped tits with one hand and occasionally flicking Steve's balls with the other, or scratching a nail over his raw swollen rim. Steve wailed and wailed as he was fucked, Rumlow's cock bruising him and feeling like it was twice it's actual girth. Rumlow gripped Steve's hips with both hands, then slammed into him once, twice, thrice, then he was shooting his burning hot load into Steve's sore ass. Rumlow withdrew after a moment, then zipped himself back up.
"Floor's open." Rumlow said to their eager audience. "Cap's all yours."
A circle formed around Steve, with a gap where Bucky knelt. The HYDRA agents didn't ignore Bucky, as some of them would stroke a hand over him or tug teasingly on his hair, or even nudge him between his ass cheeks with a boot, but their interest in him was fleeting. They groped at Steve, tugging on his clamped nipples and massaging his tits, shoving their fingers into his mouth and flicking at his balls. A cock worked its way into his ass, fucking him quick and hard and dirty. Steve sobbed as he was teased and pinched and fondled as the men all waited impatiently for their turn. His ass was burning, and his tits were tight and painful, and someone was flicking and squeezing his balls hard enough to bruise. A tongue licked at his armpit, then trailed wet and hot over his nipple. The clamp was tugged off, and his nipple was sucked until the blood rushed back in a flood of agony. Someone was fondling his dick even as it sat half hard and painful in Bucky's mouth, prodding at it and slipping a finger alongside it into Bucky. His hair was being pulled back and his throat bitten, then he was being choked, blood pounding in his ears as the cock in his ass tore at him mercilessly until it spurted out its cum and he was released, left to pant and sob and whine as another cock took it's place, this one shorter but fatter than the last.
Steve wanted to retreat into himself, the kind of voluntary dissociation he perfected first when his chronic pains flared up and then after the serum when morphine only numbed the pain of gut wounds a little bit and he sometimes found himself tied to a chair being interrogated by nazis. But unlike the first time when they'd fucked him with this full lineup, Bucky was still kneeling at his feet, and Steve couldn't tear himself away. Steve was anchored firmly in his body as he was ravaged and used thoroughly for a second time, had to bear the touch of countless hands on his body's and an unending line of hard dicks in his burning hole with his full attention. He became a raw exposed nerve, helpless to the pain inflicted on him, made to feel every sensation thrust upon him too keenly with his superhuman sensitivity. Steve's eyes had run dry, but he couldn't stop sobbing. His throat had been screamed raw, until he was reduced to soft hitching grunts. He still did his best to stick his ass out and not to push himself deeper down Bucky's throat. But the rest of him was limp against his bonds and the hands tugging and pulling at every inch of him.
When the last of them finished in his ass, his hole was almost numb. If he even so much as twitched, fresh jolts of pain would shoot through him, but if he kept still, his hole was mostly numb and only burned at the edges. Rumlow made a return, behind down to tug Bucky's hair and pull him off Steve's dick, which had unwillingly hardened once again.
"You took it like a good slut, cap, so we'll give you a reward before we send you to the electric chair." Rumlow said, smiling. The others in the room all tittered with amusement. "You can make love with your boyfriend one last time. I'll even let you decide if you wanna be top or bottom."
It was then that Steve realised with mounting horror that he had been thinking of Bucky as a mindless thing the same way Rumlow and his goons did, as a restraint keeping him obedient or a predicament to reinforce his humiliation. Here Rumlow was, playing mind games with Steve and using Bucky a game piece, and here Steve was, playing his game, even if he was loosing, looking at Bucky's like he was a pawn rather than a player.
"Bottom." Steve said, trying to keep his voice even. Bucky's hole had been bruised and swollen when Rumlow had made him show Steve. It probably burnt as bad as Steve's. "Come one, Buck, remember when we used to do this?" He said, looking Bucky in the eye and speaking directly to him for the first time since Bucky had entered the room. "I used to spread myself real eager for you, remember that?" Steve ignored the titter of mocking laughter from his audience. "Come on, once more for old time's sake, huh?" Bucky only stared at him, eyes wide, and it wasn't until Rumlow gave him an order to ' go ream out Cap's sloppy cunt' that he moved.
"Give it to him good, Asset." Rumlow grinned. "Show him how much you love him, huh?"
Bucky stood up, releasing his grip on Steve's cheeks. He circled around until he stood behind Steve. Steve heard the sound of Bucky tugging on his dick, the soft whisper of the ribbon being untied and slipping to the ground, then felt Bucky pressing into him. The shape and feel of him was so familiar, even through the burning blinding pain, and it was more this relief of familiarity and homecoming than the agony of penetration that made Steve start crying again. In front of Steve, Rumlow was running his mouth off about how good he was to the Asset to let him have their sloppy left overs, and wasn't it good for the Asset to be the one doing the fucking for once? But Steve ignore Rumlow.
"Bucky." He said softly. "Bucky,no lease, remember me? It's your friend Steve. It's your Stevie, Buck." Bucky gave no sign that he heard Steve, pistoning in and out of Steve brutally and mechanically. At Rumlow's command, he closed his metal hand around Steve's dick for a reacharound.
"Please, Buck." Steve begged, with the same soft murmur. "Remember when you used to tease me about whoring me out to a whole line up? You always said you never could go through with it because you wanted me to belong to you and you only. Well I've taken more dicks today that I can count, but that doesn't mean I don't still belong to you. I'm still yours, Buck. At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what we've done or what we'Ve been through, I'll always be yours." Steve's voice was gentle and pleading and hypnotic in it's honesty. It might have been Steve's imagination, but he could have sworn the flesh hand holding his hip tightened ever so slightly. "I'm yours Buck. Jesus, Buck, I love you and I'm yours, please Buck." Steve could feel his balls tighten and his gut tense as his orgasm built up. "I'm yours" he repeated, too soft for anyone but a super soldier to hear, then he was coming, and when Rumlow saw his mouth drop open and his dick begin to pulse, he gave a command and behind him, Bucky stiffened then he was coming too, dick twitching and pulsing inside Steve. Steve's hole was stuffed full of come, dripping with it, but he could have sworn that Bucky's jizz was burning against his insides as it marked him. Steve slumped for a moment in his bonds as he waited for Bucky to finish coming and withdraw. Come slid slick and slimy down Steve's thigh after Bucky withdrew. Steve was gaping again. There was a soft rustle as Bucky picked up the ribbon on the ground and tied it back around his dick. Then he circled back and stood next to Rumlow, waiting for his next order.
With his heart pounding almost in his throat, Steve straightened, standing as steadily as he could manage, and took a final desperate gamble.
"Brooklyn." Steve said, loud and clear, his voice carrying throughout the whole of the dank dingy cell. He stared into Bucky's eyes. "Brooklyn." He repeated again, softer but no less firmly. Bucky's face contorted, his eyebrows drawing together and his mouth falling open. There was some speck of his former self emerging, and his metal arm whirred and shifted as his spine tensed and his hands clenched. Then he relaxed again. Rumlow advanced upon Steve, sure that Steve had tried something funny.
"He's not gonna remember you whatever you say." Rumlow sneered. "His brains have been scrambled better than the eggs you had for breakfast."