This picks up directly where the other one left off. It's supposed to be a oneshot but dreamwidth has wordcount limitations.
Eventually it was just Rollins and Rumlow, waiting for their last round. Rumlow laid down on the ground and looked over at the kneeling asset. "Well? Hop on up, Asset."
The asset was thankful that the movies had shown him what to do. He was usually not expected to be such an active participant. He situated himself above Rumlow, sinking down on his penis in one fluid motion. The asset placed his hands on Rumlow's chest for balance as he worked up and down. He was careful to make sure the metal arm was not pressing too hard and hurting Rumlow.
"How's that feel, Soldier?" Rumlow asked. He squeezed his balls viciously as he spoke, twisting them in his fist.
The asset felt himself clenched around Rumlow's penis, an aborted whine stopped in his throat. He was struggling to recall lines to quote, and blinked furiously. Video #33 came to him, and he parroted the words that that asset had said. He decided again to make a substitution, though. The handler in the movie had been called "Daddy", but the asset knew that weapons didn't have parents, not like real people.
"I love it, Sir. You make your whore feel so good," the asset replied.
The asset knew that he was not a prostitute- he was not paid for his secondary function and did not have the right to choose who used him- but the videos indicated that when assets referred to themselves with common derogatory slurs it produced favorable responses with most handlers. He tried to echo the needy, high-pitched whimpers from the movie. They sounded very close to the asset's usual sounds of pain, though, so he stopped before they could get mad at him, returning to the script. "I love the way your big dick fills me up, stretching me so good."
Rumlow growled appreciatively, hands tightening on the asset's waist. "Oh, fuck yeah," he breathed. "But you know what, Asset, I don't think my dick is stretching you enough at all, is it? Your sloppy, slutty hole is too stretched out after all that cock you were begging for, isn't that right?"
The asset racked his brain for the video-appropriate response, but couldn't think of any. When the handlers in the films critiqued the physical state of their assets' holes, it was never in the form of a question.
"Yes, Sir," he answered, deciding a simple confirmation was least likely to be incorrect. He nodded for good measure.
Rumlow looked slyly over to Rollins, who was stroking himself as he watched the asset bounce up and down. "Rollins," Rumlow began, voice deliberately nonchalant. "What do you say you join me down here, help fill the asset properly?"
The asset's eyes went wide with fear when he heard that, gaze darting to Rollins in panic. The corners of his smile started violently trembling.
Rollins grinned and Rumlow and winked conspiratorially. "I would love to, Agent Rumlow. What a great idea. Don't you think so, Asset?" Rollins asked as he moved behind the asset and gripped his red and purple cheeks, kneading them them.
The asset began to shake. He tried to speak but kept choking on his words. His throat felt too small, and the smile slipped from his face.
Rumlow gave him a challenging stare. "Rollins asked you a question, Asset. Don't you think that would be fun?"
"Y-yes, sir," the asset managed to gasp, trying to put the smile back on his face. Behind him, he could feel Rollins working in two fingers alongside Rumlow's penis.
"Good," Rumlow leered. "Now tell him what you want him to do, Asset."
The asset took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at Rollins. He reminded himself that this had happened to the asset in video #27, and that the rectal muscles were very elastic.
"Please, sir, put your dick in me. I'm your bitch, I need-" he managed, before breaking off with a gasp as Rollins pressed against his stretched sphincter. For a second, the asset thought he might not be able to fit, before his rim gave way and the head of Rollins's cock popped in.
After that, the asset couldn't help the sobs that rose from his chest and the tears that streamed from his eyes. His hands were clutching at the ground on either side of Rumlow's face. While both men moved inside him, he smiled, face aching, repeating a litany of "yes, yes, I like it, yes, I love it, yes, please, yes".
Rumlow came first, shouting out and tilting his head back into the floor, eyes closed. Rollins pulled the asset up, Rumlow's dick slipping out of his hole with a wet sucking sound. He arranged the asset on all fours next to the other agent and thrust into him wildly, tugging on the asset's already swollen nipples. His last few thrusts were deep and slow, and then he was coming as well.
Rumlow told him he had passed the examination, and told him that this was how he should perform all secondary function duties unless instructed otherwise. When they wiped him the next week they allowed him to keep the memories, of course. It was valuable training after all.
The asset's training was especially valuable with his next handler, Steve. Steve was very different from HYDRA. Steve gave the asset the codename "Bucky", and let him sleep in a bed and take warm showers. He fed the asset every day and never physically reprimanded him. Best of all, Steve never made him forget things in the chair or froze him in a cyro tank.
When Steve told the asset, Codename "Bucky", that he wasn't going to go on any more missions, the asset panicked. He didn't want his secondary function to become his primary function. He would rather fight and shoot. But the asset, Codename "Bucky", reminded himself that it wasn't his choice. His handler knows what he needs, his handler knows what's best for him.
It had first happened when they were watching a movie on the couch. The asset, Codename "Bucky", was analyzing the film and trying to commit it to memory. Steve might have been trying to teach him something or impart specific knowledge, like with the videos that trained him in his secondary function when he was with HYDRA. Unlike HYDRA, however, Steve did not tell the asset, Codename "Bucky", what he should be learning from the movie- when the asset had asked what the purpose of it was Steve had just laughed and said that "rom-coms don't usually have much purpose, Pal." So he had to figure it out for himself.
Halfway through, he realized what Steve was trying to tell him. The asset in the video was the one to initiate secondary function contact with her handler through kissing him. The handler in this training video was much nicer than the ones in the HYDRA training videos, but Steve was much nicer than his HYDRA handlers so he supposed it would make sense that some things were different. The "rom-com" asset still told her handler how much she wanted him though, so some things were constant.
The asset, Codename "Bucky", looked hesitantly at Steve, who was smiling softly at the scene. His handler must have felt his gaze, since he turned his head to meet the asset's eyes.
"You okay, Buck?"
The asset, Codename "Bucky", closed his eyes and brought his lips to meet Steve's pressing them together.
Steve sprang back immediately, scrambling to get away from him. "Woah! Woah, Bucky. You don't have to do that. No one is going to force you to do that here, okay?"
The asset was confused before it hit him. He had forgotten to smile! The simplest form of displaying enjoyment and he had forgotten to do it. He quickly tried to fix the situation.
"No, no, Steve," he started, remembering at the last minute how this handler didn't like to be called sir. "I want it, I want it so bad. I want you." The asset smiled on the last word, meeting Steve's eyes because he knew that made him happy.
"You- Really?" Steve asked, moving towards the asset, Codename "Bucky".
The asset, Codename "Bucky", tried to remember his favorite video from the HYDRA training tapes, the one with the kind blond handler, and repeated that asset's words.
"Yeah," he said, because yeah was more casual than yes and Steve liked it when he spoke casually, with things like contractions. "You're perfect. So good to me."
He hesitantly decided to veer off the script. It was risky to acknowledge his secondary function without knowing if Steve wanted him to or not, but he was tired of waiting. "Steve, we both know that this is how it's supposed to be," he said. He made sure to keep smiling as he said it, though, and was careful to not make it seem like he was upset at his position. He knew he was supposed to act like he liked it.
Steve's eyes lit up at the asset's words, his mouth breaking into a huge grin. He pulled the asset, Codename "Bucky", in for another kiss with a hand on each side of his face. He spoke in between kisses, laughing breathlessly. "I can't believe it, it's been so long-"
The asset, Codename "Bucky", felt a pang of guilt for inadvertently making his handler wait. He hadn't known he was supposed to be the one to start it until the training movie.
Steve was still kissing him, closed lips and hands stroking over his cheekbones and running through his hair. He was still stopping to speak, as if he couldn't decide which he wanted to do more. "I can't believe you remembered, Buck. God, I'm just really, really happy right now," Steve said, looking at the asset with joy.
The asset was happy he had pleased his handler with his behavior, and didn't even have to fake the way his smile widened.
Re: Keep smiling FILL (2/2)
Eventually it was just Rollins and Rumlow, waiting for their last round. Rumlow laid down on the ground and looked over at the kneeling asset. "Well? Hop on up, Asset."
The asset was thankful that the movies had shown him what to do. He was usually not expected to be such an active participant. He situated himself above Rumlow, sinking down on his penis in one fluid motion. The asset placed his hands on Rumlow's chest for balance as he worked up and down. He was careful to make sure the metal arm was not pressing too hard and hurting Rumlow.
"How's that feel, Soldier?" Rumlow asked. He squeezed his balls viciously as he spoke, twisting them in his fist.
The asset felt himself clenched around Rumlow's penis, an aborted whine stopped in his throat. He was struggling to recall lines to quote, and blinked furiously. Video #33 came to him, and he parroted the words that that asset had said. He decided again to make a substitution, though. The handler in the movie had been called "Daddy", but the asset knew that weapons didn't have parents, not like real people.
"I love it, Sir. You make your whore feel so good," the asset replied.
The asset knew that he was not a prostitute- he was not paid for his secondary function and did not have the right to choose who used him- but the videos indicated that when assets referred to themselves with common derogatory slurs it produced favorable responses with most handlers. He tried to echo the needy, high-pitched whimpers from the movie. They sounded very close to the asset's usual sounds of pain, though, so he stopped before they could get mad at him, returning to the script. "I love the way your big dick fills me up, stretching me so good."
Rumlow growled appreciatively, hands tightening on the asset's waist. "Oh, fuck yeah," he breathed. "But you know what, Asset, I don't think my dick is stretching you enough at all, is it? Your sloppy, slutty hole is too stretched out after all that cock you were begging for, isn't that right?"
The asset racked his brain for the video-appropriate response, but couldn't think of any. When the handlers in the films critiqued the physical state of their assets' holes, it was never in the form of a question.
"Yes, Sir," he answered, deciding a simple confirmation was least likely to be incorrect. He nodded for good measure.
Rumlow looked slyly over to Rollins, who was stroking himself as he watched the asset bounce up and down. "Rollins," Rumlow began, voice deliberately nonchalant. "What do you say you join me down here, help fill the asset properly?"
The asset's eyes went wide with fear when he heard that, gaze darting to Rollins in panic. The corners of his smile started violently trembling.
Rollins grinned and Rumlow and winked conspiratorially. "I would love to, Agent Rumlow. What a great idea. Don't you think so, Asset?" Rollins asked as he moved behind the asset and gripped his red and purple cheeks, kneading them them.
The asset began to shake. He tried to speak but kept choking on his words. His throat felt too small, and the smile slipped from his face.
Rumlow gave him a challenging stare. "Rollins asked you a question, Asset. Don't you think that would be fun?"
"Y-yes, sir," the asset managed to gasp, trying to put the smile back on his face. Behind him, he could feel Rollins working in two fingers alongside Rumlow's penis.
"Good," Rumlow leered. "Now tell him what you want him to do, Asset."
The asset took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder at Rollins. He reminded himself that this had happened to the asset in video #27, and that the rectal muscles were very elastic.
"Please, sir, put your dick in me. I'm your bitch, I need-" he managed, before breaking off with a gasp as Rollins pressed against his stretched sphincter. For a second, the asset thought he might not be able to fit, before his rim gave way and the head of Rollins's cock popped in.
After that, the asset couldn't help the sobs that rose from his chest and the tears that streamed from his eyes. His hands were clutching at the ground on either side of Rumlow's face. While both men moved inside him, he smiled, face aching, repeating a litany of "yes, yes, I like it, yes, I love it, yes, please, yes".
Rumlow came first, shouting out and tilting his head back into the floor, eyes closed. Rollins pulled the asset up, Rumlow's dick slipping out of his hole with a wet sucking sound. He arranged the asset on all fours next to the other agent and thrust into him wildly, tugging on the asset's already swollen nipples. His last few thrusts were deep and slow, and then he was coming as well.
Rumlow told him he had passed the examination, and told him that this was how he should perform all secondary function duties unless instructed otherwise. When they wiped him the next week they allowed him to keep the memories, of course. It was valuable training after all.
The asset's training was especially valuable with his next handler, Steve. Steve was very different from HYDRA. Steve gave the asset the codename "Bucky", and let him sleep in a bed and take warm showers. He fed the asset every day and never physically reprimanded him. Best of all, Steve never made him forget things in the chair or froze him in a cyro tank.
When Steve told the asset, Codename "Bucky", that he wasn't going to go on any more missions, the asset panicked. He didn't want his secondary function to become his primary function. He would rather fight and shoot. But the asset, Codename "Bucky", reminded himself that it wasn't his choice. His handler knows what he needs, his handler knows what's best for him.
It had first happened when they were watching a movie on the couch. The asset, Codename "Bucky", was analyzing the film and trying to commit it to memory. Steve might have been trying to teach him something or impart specific knowledge, like with the videos that trained him in his secondary function when he was with HYDRA. Unlike HYDRA, however, Steve did not tell the asset, Codename "Bucky", what he should be learning from the movie- when the asset had asked what the purpose of it was Steve had just laughed and said that "rom-coms don't usually have much purpose, Pal." So he had to figure it out for himself.
Halfway through, he realized what Steve was trying to tell him. The asset in the video was the one to initiate secondary function contact with her handler through kissing him. The handler in this training video was much nicer than the ones in the HYDRA training videos, but Steve was much nicer than his HYDRA handlers so he supposed it would make sense that some things were different. The "rom-com" asset still told her handler how much she wanted him though, so some things were constant.
The asset, Codename "Bucky", looked hesitantly at Steve, who was smiling softly at the scene. His handler must have felt his gaze, since he turned his head to meet the asset's eyes.
"You okay, Buck?"
The asset, Codename "Bucky", closed his eyes and brought his lips to meet Steve's pressing them together.
Steve sprang back immediately, scrambling to get away from him. "Woah! Woah, Bucky. You don't have to do that. No one is going to force you to do that here, okay?"
The asset was confused before it hit him. He had forgotten to smile! The simplest form of displaying enjoyment and he had forgotten to do it. He quickly tried to fix the situation.
"No, no, Steve," he started, remembering at the last minute how this handler didn't like to be called sir. "I want it, I want it so bad. I want you." The asset smiled on the last word, meeting Steve's eyes because he knew that made him happy.
"You- Really?" Steve asked, moving towards the asset, Codename "Bucky".
The asset, Codename "Bucky", tried to remember his favorite video from the HYDRA training tapes, the one with the kind blond handler, and repeated that asset's words.
"Yeah," he said, because yeah was more casual than yes and Steve liked it when he spoke casually, with things like contractions. "You're perfect. So good to me."
He hesitantly decided to veer off the script. It was risky to acknowledge his secondary function without knowing if Steve wanted him to or not, but he was tired of waiting. "Steve, we both know that this is how it's supposed to be," he said. He made sure to keep smiling as he said it, though, and was careful to not make it seem like he was upset at his position. He knew he was supposed to act like he liked it.
Steve's eyes lit up at the asset's words, his mouth breaking into a huge grin. He pulled the asset, Codename "Bucky", in for another kiss with a hand on each side of his face. He spoke in between kisses, laughing breathlessly. "I can't believe it, it's been so long-"
The asset, Codename "Bucky", felt a pang of guilt for inadvertently making his handler wait. He hadn't known he was supposed to be the one to start it until the training movie.
Steve was still kissing him, closed lips and hands stroking over his cheekbones and running through his hair. He was still stopping to speak, as if he couldn't decide which he wanted to do more. "I can't believe you remembered, Buck. God, I'm just really, really happy right now," Steve said, looking at the asset with joy.
The asset was happy he had pleased his handler with his behavior, and didn't even have to fake the way his smile widened.