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Bucky has to keep smiling as he is being raped and tortured, or he's going to get punished terribly. He can scream and cry and he's even allowed to beg for it to stop, but he's gotta keep smiling through whatever horrific thing he has to endure, or he's going to be very, very sorry.

God this is horrible, I love it.

Oh, this is horribly compelling. Imagine them taking it even further and completing fucking up Bucky's entire system for understanding and expressing emotions and sensations. Like, they've removed the metal arm for repairs and are tinkering around with the raw bone stump on the end of his left shoulder:

"How does that feel, Soldier?"

"good, sir"

"Surely you can elaborate."

"It feels fantastic, sir! Please keep doing it!" while he's jerking around in the restraints from agony, tears streaming down his face.

Later, with Steve, he's not even really able to tell what feels good or not. Is that sweater soft or itchy? Does he like spicy food or is it hurting his mouth? Who knows - certainly not the Soldier! (Or, just, not to deviate too much from your wonderful prompt, Bucky just smiling continously and inappropriately through all kinds of debriefings, medical procedures, etc and Steve is simultaneously devastated and creeped out).

Just a short fill here, someone should totally write this prompt into a proper fic though! Went a little off-topic also, but I thought it still had the general essence of what the prompter was looking for.

They had made him watch the movies yesterday, and instructed that he study them since he "couldn't even fuck right, Jesus." He was supposed to learn to serve his handlers like the assets on the screen. They said he was going to have a practical examination after he completed his task. It was 7 hours of film, in total, featuring men engaging in various sexual activities. He knew that assets were not supposed to have likes and dislikes, but secretly his favorite clip was the one with the blond handler that fucked his asset slowly and said nice things about his hole. (The handler's eyes were green. The asset fleetingly thought that wasn't correct, but the thought was gone as quick as it came.) His least favorite was the one with the dogs.

The asset quickly noticed a common theme with each movie: all of the assets seemed to greatly enjoy what their handler's were doing with them. Even the ones being corrected with whips or other instruments begged for more. The asset felt embarrassed and confused, was this how he was supposed to be performing in his secondary function? He knew that use of his body for sexual stress relief or for team bonding was important for HYDRA agents, but he never knew that he was supposed to pretend to like and want the things that happened to him. He completed the tasks related to his secondary function with the same perfunctory efficiency as his missions. He occasionally experienced involuntary leaking from his eyes and uncontrollable noises from his mouth during particularly long sessions, but he can't recall ever smiling or speaking. The asset didn't understand why his feigned enjoyment would matter to HYDRA agents, but he resolved to correct his behavior to better serve. His handlers knew best.

The next day, when he was led to the room usually reserved for post-mission celebrations and team-building exercises, he knew that it must be time for his test. Commander Rumlow was there, and he immediately went to his knees before the man and awaited instruction.

"Let's hope you learned something from those tapes yesterday, Asset," Rumlow said, leering. "Strip."

The asset stood and immediately began undressing. As he moved to pull his shirt over his head, he recalled video #45, and slowed his motions, moving his hips in steady circles while he removed his clothes. He looked at his flaccid penis, inwardly panicking; the assets in the videos were always hard, but he had no idea how to make that happen. Sometimes it happened while an agent was using him, but not always. He hoped they wouldn't be too mad if it didn't happen during his exam.

He finished undressing and looked towards Rumlow. He made sure to smile as he did so; he knew smiling indicated happiness and enjoyment.

One of the STRIKE team burst out laughing. "Oh my god, look at how awkward he is, does he think he's being sexy?"

Agent Rollins shot a glare at the man, hissing at him to shut up. He turned towards the asset, and nodded. "Good job, asset. Now, what do you want me to do?"

The asset froze, hands trembling slightly. He had never been asked what he wanted before, what was the correct response? Assets didn't have wants, they were weapons. His eyebrows creased in worry, but he kept the smile stretched across his face. He did his best to mimic the good assets in the tape and hoped it was right.

He reached up and pinched his nipples harshly, moaning. "Your cock, Sir, please fill me up with your cock." He dropped down to his knees again, this time facing away from Rollins, and bent forward, spreading his cheeks. "I need it, sir, please."

He hoped that no one recognized the words and actions were taken verbatim from video #13.

"Oh, hell yes," Rumlow said, grinning. "This is so much better than the usual lifeless fuckdoll attitude."

The asset was happy he had pleased his handler with his behavior, and didn't even have to fake the way his smile widened.

He heard the sound of Rollins opening his zipper, saying, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

The asset felt spit hit his hole and a finger push it into him and let out a small sigh of relief; the less it hurt, the easier it would be to continue imitating the good assets from the movies. Rollins hadn't told him to move his hands away, so he continued to hold himself open as the agent pushed in. He ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut at the familiar burn.

His face was starting to hurt from smiling.

Across the room, a younger agent was palming himself through his pants. For the first time, the asset wished someone would put their penis in his mouth- he surely couldn't be expected to keep smiling while he was sucking.

Rollins curled his hand around the back of his neck, speeding his thrusts up and shoving his upper-body forward so his shoulders touched the ground. With each jerk forward the asset's face rubbed harshly against the floor. "You like that, huh?"

The asset knew the correct response to this, even before the movies. "Yes, Sir."

He knew now though that this answer was insufficient, the assets in the videos always asked for more. It scared the asset to take initiative and ask for anything, though. (HYDRA knows what you need, HYDRA knows what's best for you.) If his voice shook when he forced the words out, he hoped Rollins thought it's because he was having fun. The asset knew that speech is occasionally affected during times of high emotion, even positive emotions.

"Give it to me, h-harder, Sir. Fuck me harder." The asset drew on video #71 for this, but said "Sir" instead of "Master". None of the agents had ever asked him to call them that before, so he assumed the handlers of the asset from the video had different preferences. Privately, the asset felt proud of his ability to adapt the lessons from the video to the test.

The asset's face was starting to cramp, smile twitching.

There are several quick, frantic thrusts before Rollins came, draped over the asset's back. A junior agent quickly took his place, pushing in with little resistance. Another stepped in front of the asset, pulling the asset’s head up to meet the agent’s crotch by his hair.

He wrapped his mouth around the agent's penis quickly, not even faking his eagerness. The cheeks on his face throbbed with relief as he started to suck and lick, bobbing his head.

His examination felt like it lasted hours, the stream of men in between his legs was never ending. He knew semen was not the only thing that ran down his thighs, but he made sure he continued to push back and grind his bleeding ass to meet each agent's thrust. When they decided to urinate on his face, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and made sure to stick out his tongue like the asset from video #59. His ass was red from slaps and an over-the-knee spanking given by one agent while he blew another. He eventually couldn't help but to gasp and cry when they started with the stun batons, but he made sure he thanked them after.

They prefered his ass to his mouth, so his face eventually went numb while he held his smile. It might have looked more like a grimace by this point, but the asset had no way of knowing so he just tried to make sure the edges of his mouth were curved up instead of pulled back.

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.

THE VERBATIM REPEAT IN THE LAST LINE OH MY GOOOOOD I SCREAMED

Oh noes this is so horribly sad -- Bucky trying to fake things so that people like him. The fake smiling and copying words verbatim from movies is so heartbreaking. T____T

I know this is just a oneshot, but I hope that Steve figures it out! :)?

Aww thanks! I live to break hearts ;)

In my head Steve definitely figures it out, though maybe not after some heavy petting between our favorite super soldiers first, because I can never give those two enough angst.

I didn't have any intention of writing comfort to go with this hurt but I have tentative plans to throw it up on ao3 after I clean it up and do a few more drafts, so who knows what could happen!

Just knowing that Steve figures it out before they've been sexing for a month is enough. Thanks! :)

This stuff was fantastic, and brutal.
Link to your profile so I can Subscribe and get a notice whenever you - hopefully - get around to the comfort part? *eagerly bouncing around*

This is so hot and filthy and beautiful and heartbreaking at the end.

WEEPING

this is fantastic jfc

THAT ENDING OH MY GOOOOOD

This was SO GOOD!!

"the asset, Codename 'Bucky'" OMFG :````((((

AMAZING

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