hydratrashmeme | 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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That night, sleeping on the thin pallet they’d brought him, Bucky dreamt of Steve Rogers. His face swam above Bucky, hazy as it had been in Zola’s lab. “What have they done to you?” Steve touched his fingers to the bandages obscuring the stump of Bucky’s left arm. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Bucky tried to follow, but Steve kept disappearing around corners in the labyrinth of corridors that made up the facility. Finally, Bucky jogged after him into a familiar white-tiled room. Steve, 98 pounds and bleeding from a split lip, stood surrounded by a dozen soldiers in full Hydra battle gear, faces invisible behind their helmets. He raised his fists and lunged at a soldier, who disappeared into a column of smoke, like a desert mirage. Steve whirled, looking for another target. As he charged, one of the Hydra soldiers sticks out a leg to trip him, and he went sprawling onto the hard ground with a pained grunt, face-first into the tile, the way Bucky spent so many hours.

“Aren’t you going to help him?”

Bucky turned to see Steve, a hundred pounds heavier and thick with muscle, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “I thought you’d at least try.” Steve nodded towards Bucky, who looked down to see the painted shield strapped to his arm. “Was I wrong about you?”

Bucky tried to lift the shield, but instead it slid off his arm and fell away, down into a snowy abyss that seemed to stretch forever.

Bucky jolted awake, sweating, with his heart jumping wildly in his chest. For once, he was thankful for the total darkness that hid him while he sat with his knees to his chest and arm wrapped around his knees.

While he waited for the guards to come for him, he imagined what Steve would have done if he were in this cell. Never mind the fact that he probably would have already broken himself out, along with anyone else being held in this godforsaken place. Steve certainly wouldn’t have let Müller talk him into trading his dignity for relief from pain. He would have held out.

Bucky could do that. Surrendering once didn’t mean he’d given up entirely. He would fight, he decided. He would show them what he was made of.

Müller sighed when they dragged Bucky in, already struggling. “I am disappointed. I thought we had moved past this, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky didn’t bother throwing back a smart answer, though he felt sure he could have come up with one, if he’d tried. Instead, he held tight to his anger. If he could summon up half the righteous rage of Steve Rogers starting a fight in a Brooklyn back alley, he could take everything they threw at him.

He squirmed in the guards’ grip so viciously that two men had to pin him down to hold him still enough for the third man to shove his dick in. It hurt, just the same as it had the first time. The pain helped him sustain that tiny spark of defiance he’d kindled from the memory of Steve.

After the three guards on duty had spent themselves inside Bucky, they switched out for fresh soldiers. The first of these slathered his cock with lube, hardly necessary considering the working over Bucky had already been given. He tugged Bucky up onto his knees, and other soldiers held Bucky firm as the man pulled at Bucky’s cock. Something in the rhythm or the angle of the man’s thrusts turned raw pressure into jolts of pleasure that tingled through Bucky’s veins, challenging his resolve.

“It is your decision, how long this goes on,” Müller reminded him, voice infuriatingly reasonable.

There was something unfair about that statement, Bucky knew, but he couldn’t concentrate on puzzling it out with arousal building like a storm cloud as the guard rocked into him in time with his tugs on Bucky’s aching cock. Bucky threw his weight to the side and succeeded in loosening the grip of the man holding onto his arm. Another man shoved Bucky back into place. He rocked back and tried again in the other direction, but only succeeded in banging the wrapped end of his severed arm into the chest of one of his captors. He was not strong enough, even, to provide an inconvenience, let alone a real challenge. They could do this all day. His struggles were barely an inconvenience to them. He could not win.

He had never known what it felt like, not really, to give everything he had, everything he’d thought he’d been holding in reserve, and still fail.

The moment Bucky realized he was nothing like Captain America, his damp cheek was skidding across clean white tile as a Hydra soldier fucked him through his orgasm.

He didn’t dream of Steve anymore after that.

I just want to tell you how much I love this fill!

Thank you! It is currently eating my brain and not letting me write anything else, dammit!

The sheer amount of dick Bucky is taking in this one is amazing.

Bucky can never take too much dick at the trash party.

That I whole-heartedly agree with!

The poor dear ;)

(OP)

This line:

The moment Bucky realized he was nothing like Captain America, his damp cheek was skidding across clean white tile as a Hydra soldier fucked him through his orgasm.

I had to read this, like, seventeen times. Because it hurts -- his damp cheek, god -- and the image is also trashily erotic. I love this :(

Eeee, I'm so glad you like it! That is the first line I wrote for the scene, so I built the rest around it. It seems to have had the intended effect. XD

I HEARD the cracking noise as Bucky broke. Oh honey. oh, HONEY.

Maybe it was the cracking sound of my own heart breaking.

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