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

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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.

Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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Round 2 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 3.

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Re: Steve/Pierce, corporal punishment [FILL, Part 2]

[(Anonymous)]

“Well. I can be generous, Captain Rogers. I was generous earlier. Gave you a chance to come forward. But I'll give you another one.”
“I'm telling you nothing.”
Pierce laughed again, as if Steve was a child telling a fantastical story.
“You're only making this worse on yourself, Captain Rogers.” Pierce drew the cane slowly down over Steve's ass, brushing over the welts and making Steve tense. “But I suppose I should have known better. Maybe I'll give you one more chance, hm?”
Another strike hit his body, taking the wind out of his lungs. He gasped, then clenched his teeth again.
It was followed quickly by two more.
Pierce was breathing hard behind him but as Steve listened, the man seemed to reign himself in after a few moments.
“I expect you to answer when I speak to you, Rogers.”
“Go to hell,” Steve replied. He waited for Pierce to strike again but nothing happened for a moment. Then he heard the older man chuckling.
“You really are a sight right now. It's too bad I couldn't get the other suit back from the Smithsonian. I was going to see if I could try and match the colors on it.”
Steve's stomach twisted and he felt like being sick. Pierce had planned this. Waited for this, even.
He heard the glass lifted again and nearly jumped as he felt cold liquid splash over his backside. He had to clench his teeth again against the sounds that struggled to emerge from his throat as the whiskey burned his injured skin.
“Now that is something else,” Pierce said softly. Steve gasped, sweat beading his forehead.
“You sick, twisted-” he panted but was cut off by the cane striking him again and again and again.
Pierce started to whip the cane back and forward, laying one strike diagonally over another. Steve tried not to cry out. His lower belly and groin were pressed harshly against the edge of the desk each time Pierce struck him but that was muted compared to the agony of his backside.
The strikes stopped abruptly and Steve felt Pierce's fingers sliding over the welts slowly. He fought the urge to curse.
“Such a shame to mark up a body like this,” Pierce sighed, finally speaking again. “But I know how a difficult subordinate needs to be reminded of their position. You need this. Just like you need the orders. Isn't that true?”
The fingers press nails into a welt and a sound threatened to tear from Steve's throat. He struggled against his binds, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be far away from Pierce's touch.
“Shh. You need to calm down, soldier.”
“Get your hand off of me,” Steve growled, but his voice was breaking. His eyes were watering at the pain. He gasped when he felt the tip of the cane brushing up against his groin and froze in place. Steve waited as the tip of the cane drew up along the side of his cock, then underneath his sack, lifting it slightly.
He waited, not sure what to expect, but expecting pain. He had never been treated to this brand of torture before, never really thought it would be something he would face. But he wasn't surprised if it was someone from Hydra doing it.
Hydra. Pierce is part of Hydra. Hydra is alive, never really went away.
He felt the rubber end of the cane press hard against his sack, roughly, and cried out.
“I'm going to teach you all about obedience, Rogers. About loyalty. About what it means to be a real soldier.”
“Do me a favor and shut your mouth,” Steve managed to say. “And just hurry up and get this over wi-” he was cut off by his own shout as the cane struck directly between his cheeks, barely missing his sack, but hitting close to his hole. After that, each strike landed on the lower part of his cheeks, just where they met the top of this thighs.
“You should see the way it ripples,” Pierce said quietly when he was finished, his hand moving to slide over the skin again. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Steve had to fight a hiss at the feel of Pierce's palm sliding over his bruised, heated skin.
“Really something.” Pierce mused. “I'm going to have a lot of fun breaking you, Rogers. By the time I'm done, you'll be counting each time the cane falls out loud for me. You'll be thanking me.”
Steve couldn't help it. He laughed, bitterly.
“Boy that is some fantasy world you are living in, Alexander-”
The cane was pressing against his sack again suddenly and he fell silent. He tensed as it pressed down against his sack, harder and harder. Pierce's shoe pressed against his ass, shoving him against the desk, and now his sack and cock were trapped between the tip of the cane and the edge of the desk. Steve fought the urge to cry out as he felt the cane pressing hard into his sack. He began to wonder if Pierce expected him to beg. He clenched his teeth, felt his eyes watering as the pain grew. Wondered if Pierce would continue until his balls burst. If Pierce would stand there while he bled-
He let out a gasp of pain and the cane withdrew. Steve sagged against the desk, unable to help himself as he drew in deep breaths of air. His sack ached and he realized, with horror, as the cane drew up alongside his cock, that he was painfully hard.
“Ph-phonograph,” Steve said, finally, sagging against the desk. It was too much. The way the cane had pressed into him, threatened to crush him. He knew he'd agreed to a little cock and ball torment but it'd really felt like Alex was going to... He knew the man never would, but-
“Shh,” Fingers gently. Steve relaxed a little more. Alexander would untie him now, massage his shoulders.
Hydra. That was an unusual one. Pierce was usually more creative with his 'villain' roleplay ideas. Then again, Steve couldn't say that a return of Hydra wasn't totally crea-
He gasped as his hair was grabbed and the cane was pressed against his sack again. Pierce's shoe pressed against his ass, mashing into the welts and pressing him into the desk again.
“Wai-wait! Phonograph! Phonograh!” He nearly bit his tongue as the cane shifted, rolling the tip slightly so that each of his testicles was circled by it shifting within his sack. “Alexander! Stop!”
“Shh. I'm teaching you obedience, Steven.”
The cane was pulled away, his hair still grasped in Pierce's fingers and Steve let out a groan. He couldn't help how painfully hard he was, but he'd used the word and Alexander had promised-
The cane struck his ass again once more. Then it struck each of the back of his thighs at a leisurely pace. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he began to hope Pierce would stop soon. He struggled against his bonds and found them impossible to break out of. Now without possibly hurting himself or breaking the desk.
“Look at you,” Pierce released his hair finally and reached under him to grasp his swollen cock. “You're rigid.” His fingers brushed up and down comfortingly over it and Steve groaned. The cane pressed up against his welts, the rubber tip mashing into one.
Steve came, hard. He sobbed from his chest, shame coloring his face.
“A-Alex.”
Pierce finally released his cock, then moved to step around before him. He held the cane to Steve's lips.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir,” Steve kissed the cane, shivering. He desperately wanted to be untied now. Pierce had ignored his safeword. But then, he had come.
Still... He knew it wasn't right. But it wasn't like he was going to stop seeing Alexander because of that. No one would understand his needs so well.
He sighed, closing his eyes as Pierce brushed his hands through Steve's hair.
“Shh... I'll get you out of there in a minute.” He held the glass to Steve's lips. “Whiskey?”
Steve took a sip of the liquid, relishing the pleasant burn on the way down, even if he really wanted water. The whiskey helped him feel relaxed at least.
Finally, Pierce did something to loosen the ropes and they came unraveled. Steve slowly moved to stand on his feet, swaying a little. As Pierce freed his ankles, he stepped back, then leaned over the desk again, unable to sit down yet. Pierce continued to stroke his hair, making shushing noises as he unlocked the mag cuffs. He halted Steve from moving his wrists from behind his back by resting a hand on them momentarily.
“I know I ignored your safeword, but I thought you really needed that little push over the edge.”
Steve thought about it for a moment. His face was still damp with tears. He was embarrassed that he'd panicked and cried, honestly. It had been so good – he'd come so hard. Alexander was right.
“I did,” he nodded, lips curving into a small smile. Pierce released his hands and Steve stood shakily. Alexander grasped his shoulders, smiling up at him.
“You all right, sweetheart?” He brushed a hand through Steve's hair.
“Yeah... just tired.” Steve smiled his self deprecating little smile again, eyes lowered.
“Let's go lie on the couch.”
Steve reclined with his head on the older man's lap while Alex put his feet up on the coffee table. Steve smiled sleepily, nuzzling into his leg as he felt slender fingers trail through his hair again.
“You were a very good boy. I know how you young subs sometimes need a little firm handling.”
“Yes, Sir,” Steve sighs, relishing the gentle touch on his scalp and blushing again.
“I remember one submissive I had just couldn't get enough discipline. He always needed some correction – a push in the right direction. We didn't even have a safeword, because he knew that he needed to give me complete control.”
Steve shivers at the thought. His cock is still sensitive but he has a short refractory period and the thought of Pierce just disciplining him wherever and however he wants always gets him excited. Not having a safeword though... that sounds almost too wild for Steve.
“I like... having a safeword,” he murmurs, glancing up at Pierce. “But... I know you had a reason for ignoring it today.”
“Sometimes, a Dom needs to be able to override your safeword to give you what you need. It's my job to know what's good for you. You understand, don't you?”
“Of course,” Steve turns his head to look up, thankfully remembering not to roll onto his back. He smiles his little smile again. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You're welcome, sweetheart.”

Re: Steve/Pierce, corporal punishment [FILL, Part 2]

[(Anonymous)]

SO. GOOD. I'd love to read the part where Steve realizes that Pierce is actually Hydra, all his boners become guilt boners but they're still boners, etc etc.

Re: Steve/Pierce, corporal punishment [FILL, Part 2]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, this is so deliciously cruel. I love the way Pierce manipulates Steve, convincing him that he ignored the safeword for his own good. So perfectly evil!

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Author, hnnnngh! THIS IS EVERYTHING AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL.