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Dumpster #2: ...'Cause a Hydra Trash Party don't stop

Unholy hell-miracle achieved! Welcome to Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves 2: Electric Boogaloo. AKA the seamy sexual-violence-and-violent-sex underbelly of Captain America fandom, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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I have a simple need, and it's people being pissed on. HYDRA agents having a laugh pissing on Bucky (or Steve! ... or both!) in a very non-con way while the other person is tied up and can't escape

+ bonus points for "we're marking our property because ur our bitch" style stuff
++ bonus points and eternal love for someone like rumlow fucking into ws/steve's mouth and then once he's finished being like "well i need to piss and i'm already here so i may as well!" and pissing in their mouth

100% trash. 1000% sorry.

I'm sorry, this doesn't quite fulfill your prompt but I saw watersports and I just had to draw some!! Here's the Winter Soldier being pissed on by some fellow (likely Rumlow).

OP here - no no don't apologize this picture is beautiful!! i want to keep it on my computer forever and ever

The Soldier had been very good and he was waiting for his reward.

The targets were all skilled and difficult, nevertheless he managed to apprehend all three. The Councilman and Commander Rumlow were very proud, and they told him so. The Councilman even suggested that he may not be decommissioned after Project Insight went live as a reward for his loyalty. That might be nice, he thought, if he was allowed to keep a pet and given enough food for both of them to share.

There were only three cells at the base, and since the prisoners were too dangerous to be stored together, one of them would be put with the Soldier. There was a dark one, a red-haired one, and a blonde. They were all very pretty but he wanted the blonde one the most. The Russians used to give him the red-haired one when he was good, and he can remember that she was the only pet who did not not fight him when he tried to play with her. He liked that. The blonde one was even prettier though, and the way he looked at the Soldier when he knocked his mask off was very gentle and he would definitely make a good pet. The dark one would probably fight too much, and the Soldier hated having to break his toys before he got to play with them, so he hoped he did not get that one.

During his mission debriefing, the prisoners were being carried to the interrogation rooms. The Soldier had caught the Commander's eye and said, “The blonde,” then nodded towards the prisoner. The Commander winked as he dragged the man away. The Soldier was confident his Commander would do all he could to make sure he got the reward he wanted.

He was allowed to rest during the interrogations. He waited several hours until the door to his cell swung open and Commander Rumlow popped his head inside, eyes twinkling. “I've got a present for you...” he sang.

He pulled a man inside, the man, the pretty blonde he had been pining for. He was handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded, being carried by Agent Rollins. The Commander shoved him towards the Soldier and he fell over.

The Soldier quickly slid on his knees over to the Commander and began frantically kissing the back of his hand. “Spasibo! Spasibo... ogromnoe spasibo!”

The Commander laughed, “You're welcome, sweetheart.” He ruffled the Soldier's hair and added, “You deserve it. Go on,” he pointed at the prisoner who was now kneeling, “We want to see you open your present.”

The Soldier scooted over to his prize and took a second to run his hands over the man's body. His hair was soft where it hadn't been bloodied and his chest was thrumming and damp with sweat. He was excited; not yet broken. He flinched with every touch. The Soldier recognized the heavy magnetic handcuffs on his wrists as his own. He hated those things, but seeing them on his pet made his gut twist with tenderness. You're like me. So powerful and dangerous, finally a pet that was worthy of him. This was the one.

“Come on,” Rumlow said, “you'll have plenty of time to cuddle and feel him up later. Let's get the gag and the blindfold off.”

“Can I -” the Soldier turned back to the Commander, piqued by the promise of plenty of time. “Can I keep it? And have food for it? Can I keep it alive?”

Rumlow laughed and nudged the other agent. “We'll see how well you can follow directions. Now get that shit off of him. We're waiting.”

He lifted the blindfold and there were those blue eyes, gaping back at him, horrified. Most pets were not pleased to learn they would spend their final days with the man that had delivered them to their enemies. The Soldier would have to show his new pet that things could be different; the Soldier could be nice. The Russians used to call him the Minotaur, and his pets they would call sacrifices. “Tell us what we want to know,” they would say to their prisoners, “or we will feed you to the Minotaur.” He found this unfair because his cell was never labyrinthine and he did not eat his pets. It was not his fault if they starved – he was not given enough food to share.

The prisoner was shouting desperately into the gag, leaning forward into the Soldier's face. He shied back.

“Keep going,” Rumlow encouraged, “sounds like he wants to tell you something.”

Agent Rollins snorted.

The Soldier couldn't understand why the Commander was so eager to have the gag removed. Pets were never any good for conversation, they only said a few things – 'stop,' 'no,' 'please,' and 'help' covered the vast majority of it. Still, the Soldier peeled away the wrap and gingerly pulled the rag out of the man's throat.

“Bucky -” the man broke off in a cough. He was too desperate to speak and his throat must have burned like sandpaper. “Bucky it's me - Steve!” More coughing. “Tell me you remember me, tell me! I know you do! Look at me - it's me! Bucky...” He was peering into the Soldier's eyes, looking for something. When he didn't find it, he raised his voice, shouting at the top of his lungs and spitting, repeating the same things again and again, ”Bucky, talk to me, tell me you know who I am, say something...” And the name, of course – Bucky. He couldn't seem to say that enough times.

The Soldier allowed his new pet to rave on like this for several minutes only because it was so entertaining to the Commander and Agent Rollins. He could understand their fascination; such a fearless and willful creature was a welcome change to their typical victims. He would be indulged right now for their pleasure but obviously this kind of deranged shouting couldn't be tolerated on a regular basis. He was beautiful, and the Soldier hoped it wouldn't require broken bones to get that message across.

“That's enough, Rogers,” the Commander said after a few minutes, his laughter winding down. “You're welcome to keep harping on him after we leave, but I'm warning you, bro... the asset doesn't play too well with motor-mouths so if you want to keep your balls -”

“Shut up, you son of a bitch!” The prisoner turned attention to Rumlow. “Or maybe you ought to enjoy yourself now, because you won't have much to laugh about when I make you pay for what you've done to him. All of you.”

Rumlow crossed his arms over his chest in mock display of indignation. “Do you hear that, Jack? He's gonna make us pay. All of us.”

Rollins whistled.

The Commander bent whispered in the Soldier's ear, “You're not gonna let him talk to me that way, are you?”

The Commander was right – the prisoner was definitely out of line and it was his job to discipline him.

“Nyet!” He struck the pretty blonde across the cheek with the back of his flesh hand, knocking him on his chest. He stared back at the Soldier in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Nyet,” the Soldier repeated, pointing at the man's confused face.

“I don't know,” Rumlow said, “I don't really feel comfortable leaving him in here with you unless I'm sure he knows who's boss ...”

The Soldier knew what this meant. He didn't always piss on his new pets unless they were being difficult, but he had been holding his bladder just in case. Sometimes the Commander ordered this ritual to be performed immediately, whether the Soldier thought it necessary or not, and it was wise to always be ready to oblige him.

He jumped to his feet and began undoing his fly.

“Bucky? Bucky, what are you -”

With one foot the Soldier rolled the prisoner onto his back and held him in place. Then he took his cock out of his pants and let himself go all over his shocked face. This was how the Commander liked to see it done.

“That's good, sweetheart,” the Commander cooed,v“that should cool him down.” Then he raised his voice - “Rogers! Open your mouth and take it you big dumb bastard!”

The prisoner, named Rogers apparently, was still being disobedient. He kept his mouth and eyes tightly shut and thrashed around beneath the Soldier's foot, breathing raggedly through his nostrils. The Commander stepped forward and gave him a sharp kick in the temple.

“I said, open your fucking mouth!”

The kick effectively got his mouth open, but keeping it wide was completely the prisoner's doing. That was good. The Soldier was in no mood for excessive defiance. It was a strain for the new pet, though, he could tell by the the way he gurgled and shook as he allowed himself to be used as a toilet. His chest heaved and he wretched, coughing and letting piss stream out the side of his mouth and into his hair. He wasn't swallowing. It was difficult to do on your back, the Soldier knew this from experience. It took a few times before pets learned to drink piss without making too much of a mess. It was easier just to stick your cock all the way in their mouth, but this was more theatrical. This is what the Commander liked.

“Now swallow,” Rumlow ordered.

The prisoner moaned only once, probably to express his unhappiness with the situation, before shutting his lips and downing a mouthful of piss. The Soldier watched his Adam's apple bounce as he took it inside his body.

“That's enough with the face,” Rumlow said, presumably satisfied that he had gotten a taste of it. “Make sure the rest of him gets good and soaked.”

The Soldier stepped back to hose the man down, inundating his torn and blood-stained clothes. The wet fabric clung to his muscular body as he curled himself up. When he finished off, the Soldier shook the remaining drops over heap on the floor and stepped away before the creeping puddle beneath him got to his bare feet.

“Here -” the Commander threw him a towel that he'd had slung over his shoulder, “in case you wanna clean him up. So you don't have to get your blanket all wet.”

The Commander was very considerate.

oh man you took a good prompt and made a masterpiece nonnie, this is incredible. I could read a goddamn novella about Steve being WS' pet/trash receptacle omg

Holy hell.

... I love you.

OP here - thank you so so much anon ohhh my gods this is everything that i ever dreamed of and you are perfect

Wow this was perfect.

This is unbelievably hot. I... did not know I was so into watersports. Hnnnnnnggg ? Thank you anon <3

yeahhhhhh <3

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