Bucky looked apologetic as he pulled out a thick metal rod that was dotted with bumps. "The standard issue anal insertion device should be 10 inches, but Commander Rumlow used it so much he accidentally broke it. There weren't any other kits at the base, so I got this replacement from a store this morning." Something must have showed on Steve's face as he processed the fact that this was Rumlow's handler kit that Steve was inheriting. "Don't worry," Bucky hurried to amend. "Even though this is only 9 inches, I think we can sharpen the bumps into spikes, and I will bleed just as well. Especially if you turn it while it's inside me and use the baton."
Steve was glad he didn't have breakfast yet, because otherwise it'd be all over the floor right now. They did *this* to Bucky? *Rumlow* did it so much that he *broke* a dildo? He always knew Rumlow had a sadistic streak but... Steve slumped down next to Bucky and held his head between his knees.
"It's all right." Bucky laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There are other bases, I can probably find one that has a more complete field kit if you prefer the standard issue devices." Steve was sure Bucky meant it to be reassuring, but the thought that this stuff came standard issue for all of Bucky's handlers just made it worse. "Besides, this part of the field kit is the most customizable and up to handler discretion." Great. Now Steve was picturing Rumlow standing in front of a wall of dildos and gleefully picking ones to try on Bucky.
In this hazy state, Steve missed the first part of Bucky's introduction of the gags and bits. There was something about how long each should be kept in the mouth for maximum pain and discomfort. "The spider gag is only effective if you intend to use it in conjunction with items you wish to insert. It does not cause direct pain as the others do, but handlers have found that it is very effective in rendering tears and docility. Cigarettes, discarded food items, and the stun baton all work, in addition to the regular male penis." Bucky added with some contrition, "It takes about 10 to make me start crying, though." Steve clenched his fist. Fuck those sadistic bastards. They gang-raped as Bucky as a form of punishment. Took pleasure and had the nerve to call it discipline. And then taught Bucky to evaluate all of this in terms of maximum effectiveness. He needed to punch something before he lost it.
Bucky, meanwhile, was plowing ahead. "The nose hook isn't used too frequently, but due to its small size, it has been standard in the kit since..."
"Stop." Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and managed to direct him to put down the small contraption. "Bucky, I don't want to know any more of this." Steve directed his shaking energy to gritting his teeth so that he wouldn't hurt Bucky with his grip.
"But if you don't know all of their uses, how will you pick one to try? What if you might use one wrong?" Bucky was all innocent confusion.
"I won't be using any of these." Steve managed to spit out.
Bucky paled. "But you *have* to, you're my handler, and this is part of being my handler. Otherwise they'd punish *you*. I *remember*."
Something in Bucky's voice caught Steve up short.
Bucky looked down. "Vanya was a good teammate, and so when my previous handler transferred, I requested him. But he couldn't pass this part of the handler training, so they used this on *him.*" Steve'd forgotten about the quiz at the end of each tier. There was a sick knot in the pit of his stomach. So this is how HYDRA enforced their world order: punish the Asset as instructed, or be punished yourself.
Bucky looked at the box and sighed. "It would have been easier if he just used it on me. Instead he disappeared." Bucky's face took a deeply familiar look of worry. "Steve I don't want that to happen to you."
Steve tried a different tack. He needed the reassure Bucky that he won't get punished for refusing to inflict this on Bucky. What would be a good HYDRA argument for not completing this final bit of handler training? "Well, this is for discipline, right? You haven't done anything that merits punishment, so I have no reason to use this. And they won't punish me for following proper handler protocols."
Bucky's frown stayed. "It's not just for discipline. Some of this is also common use for team bonding exercises, or just for fun. A handler is expected to know how to use these implements." God, a part of Steve had to admire the way HYDRA set this up, the internal logic of this give-and-take. Serve HYDRA in maintaining the asset in the field, and you get rewarded with the asset's body afterwards. And if you refuse, you are punished by HYDRA. What an efficient way of making sure everyone knows who the true master was.
Bucky gently loosened himself from Steve's grip and said softly. "Let me finish explaining this, Steve, and then you just have to test one."
Steve blinked back the sudden tears as Bucky droned on. Now that he thought about it, the questions for the previous two tiers were ridiculously easy. Even now, Bucky was trying to protect Steve, get him through the handler training as gently as possible.
This was just like last night: Bucky couldn't relax until the full protocol was carried out, and small wonder, if this was but an iota of the punishment that would await him. But at the same time, he desperately wanted Steve to be his handler. The flash of disappointment last night, all these gifts and softball questions today. This wasn't just the Winter Soldier needing protocol, this was Bucky needing Steve.
Steve looked at all the instruments of torture before him. If the only way past this is through... He thought back to Bucky's relaxed sleeping form the night before. He wanted that Bucky back.
Fine. Steve stood and picked up the whip. "Wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes."
Steve allowed himself a moment to punch his bed once he closed the bedroom door. He pictured punching Rumlow's smug grin off his face. The punching felt good, but it didn't solve the problem at hand, which was that he still had to play through this sadistic HYDRA charade. It made the taking down of Project Insight seem like a pyrrhic victory if HYDRA's protocols were still around. No, he'll think about that later. Steve looked at the whip in his hand and tried to remind himself that this was the least-bad option. Surface pain and no other forms of violation or humiliation. He wasn't sticking some metal dildo up Bucky's ass or cuffing Bucky and forcing his cock in Bucky's mouth. Steve took off his shirt and gave himself some test strikes on his arm and body. Painful, but nowhere as bad as it looked in the photos. For the scars to run that deep, they must have whipped Bucky for... No, Steve's not going to think about that right now. He just had to get through the protocol. Bucky's waiting.
Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he took in the marks on Steve's torso, but he remained kneeling on the floor, expectant. "There's no rules in the protocol against the handler hitting himself?" Bucky slowly shook his head as he processed the implication of the question. Steve wasn't about to let Bucky take any punishment that he wasn't going to give himself.
Bucky looked up as Steve stood over him. Steve took in the sight of Bucky, naked, trusting. Bucky had chosen to be here, had chosen Steve to be his handler. "Okay, let's get this over with, then we can have breakfast." Bucky nodded, then presented his back to Steve and said in his instructional voice. "Please use at least one of the instruments to discipline the Asset for a minor infraction."
Re: Mini-Fill "Protocol" [1b/1] Re: Super-soldier Starter Kit
Bucky looked apologetic as he pulled out a thick metal rod that was dotted with bumps. "The standard issue anal insertion device should be 10 inches, but Commander Rumlow used it so much he accidentally broke it. There weren't any other kits at the base, so I got this replacement from a store this morning." Something must have showed on Steve's face as he processed the fact that this was Rumlow's handler kit that Steve was inheriting. "Don't worry," Bucky hurried to amend. "Even though this is only 9 inches, I think we can sharpen the bumps into spikes, and I will bleed just as well. Especially if you turn it while it's inside me and use the baton."
Steve was glad he didn't have breakfast yet, because otherwise it'd be all over the floor right now. They did *this* to Bucky? *Rumlow* did it so much that he *broke* a dildo? He always knew Rumlow had a sadistic streak but... Steve slumped down next to Bucky and held his head between his knees.
"It's all right." Bucky laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There are other bases, I can probably find one that has a more complete field kit if you prefer the standard issue devices." Steve was sure Bucky meant it to be reassuring, but the thought that this stuff came standard issue for all of Bucky's handlers just made it worse. "Besides, this part of the field kit is the most customizable and up to handler discretion." Great. Now Steve was picturing Rumlow standing in front of a wall of dildos and gleefully picking ones to try on Bucky.
In this hazy state, Steve missed the first part of Bucky's introduction of the gags and bits. There was something about how long each should be kept in the mouth for maximum pain and discomfort. "The spider gag is only effective if you intend to use it in conjunction with items you wish to insert. It does not cause direct pain as the others do, but handlers have found that it is very effective in rendering tears and docility. Cigarettes, discarded food items, and the stun baton all work, in addition to the regular male penis." Bucky added with some contrition, "It takes about 10 to make me start crying, though." Steve clenched his fist. Fuck those sadistic bastards. They gang-raped as Bucky as a form of punishment. Took pleasure and had the nerve to call it discipline. And then taught Bucky to evaluate all of this in terms of maximum effectiveness. He needed to punch something before he lost it.
Bucky, meanwhile, was plowing ahead. "The nose hook isn't used too frequently, but due to its small size, it has been standard in the kit since..."
"Stop." Steve grabbed Bucky's hand and managed to direct him to put down the small contraption. "Bucky, I don't want to know any more of this." Steve directed his shaking energy to gritting his teeth so that he wouldn't hurt Bucky with his grip.
"But if you don't know all of their uses, how will you pick one to try? What if you might use one wrong?" Bucky was all innocent confusion.
"I won't be using any of these." Steve managed to spit out.
Bucky paled. "But you *have* to, you're my handler, and this is part of being my handler. Otherwise they'd punish *you*. I *remember*."
Something in Bucky's voice caught Steve up short.
Bucky looked down. "Vanya was a good teammate, and so when my previous handler transferred, I requested him. But he couldn't pass this part of the handler training, so they used this on *him.*" Steve'd forgotten about the quiz at the end of each tier. There was a sick knot in the pit of his stomach. So this is how HYDRA enforced their world order: punish the Asset as instructed, or be punished yourself.
Bucky looked at the box and sighed. "It would have been easier if he just used it on me. Instead he disappeared." Bucky's face took a deeply familiar look of worry. "Steve I don't want that to happen to you."
Steve tried a different tack. He needed the reassure Bucky that he won't get punished for refusing to inflict this on Bucky. What would be a good HYDRA argument for not completing this final bit of handler training? "Well, this is for discipline, right? You haven't done anything that merits punishment, so I have no reason to use this. And they won't punish me for following proper handler protocols."
Bucky's frown stayed. "It's not just for discipline. Some of this is also common use for team bonding exercises, or just for fun. A handler is expected to know how to use these implements." God, a part of Steve had to admire the way HYDRA set this up, the internal logic of this give-and-take. Serve HYDRA in maintaining the asset in the field, and you get rewarded with the asset's body afterwards. And if you refuse, you are punished by HYDRA. What an efficient way of making sure everyone knows who the true master was.
Bucky gently loosened himself from Steve's grip and said softly. "Let me finish explaining this, Steve, and then you just have to test one."
Steve blinked back the sudden tears as Bucky droned on. Now that he thought about it, the questions for the previous two tiers were ridiculously easy. Even now, Bucky was trying to protect Steve, get him through the handler training as gently as possible.
This was just like last night: Bucky couldn't relax until the full protocol was carried out, and small wonder, if this was but an iota of the punishment that would await him. But at the same time, he desperately wanted Steve to be his handler. The flash of disappointment last night, all these gifts and softball questions today. This wasn't just the Winter Soldier needing protocol, this was Bucky needing Steve.
Steve looked at all the instruments of torture before him. If the only way past this is through... He thought back to Bucky's relaxed sleeping form the night before. He wanted that Bucky back.
Fine. Steve stood and picked up the whip. "Wait here, I'll be back in a few minutes."
Steve allowed himself a moment to punch his bed once he closed the bedroom door. He pictured punching Rumlow's smug grin off his face. The punching felt good, but it didn't solve the problem at hand, which was that he still had to play through this sadistic HYDRA charade. It made the taking down of Project Insight seem like a pyrrhic victory if HYDRA's protocols were still around. No, he'll think about that later. Steve looked at the whip in his hand and tried to remind himself that this was the least-bad option. Surface pain and no other forms of violation or humiliation. He wasn't sticking some metal dildo up Bucky's ass or cuffing Bucky and forcing his cock in Bucky's mouth. Steve took off his shirt and gave himself some test strikes on his arm and body. Painful, but nowhere as bad as it looked in the photos. For the scars to run that deep, they must have whipped Bucky for... No, Steve's not going to think about that right now. He just had to get through the protocol. Bucky's waiting.
Bucky's eyes widened slightly as he took in the marks on Steve's torso, but he remained kneeling on the floor, expectant. "There's no rules in the protocol against the handler hitting himself?" Bucky slowly shook his head as he processed the implication of the question. Steve wasn't about to let Bucky take any punishment that he wasn't going to give himself.
Bucky looked up as Steve stood over him. Steve took in the sight of Bucky, naked, trusting. Bucky had chosen to be here, had chosen Steve to be his handler. "Okay, let's get this over with, then we can have breakfast." Bucky nodded, then presented his back to Steve and said in his instructional voice. "Please use at least one of the instruments to discipline the Asset for a minor infraction."
Steve kept his eyes on the target as he struck.