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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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I guess I'm going to warn for anal douching, but it's not graphic. As for the rest, some dehumanization and good old-fashioned rape.

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Bucky was leaning against the shower wall, slightly bent over. He inserted the nozzle into his rectum, and squeezed the warm water inside. He had been doing this for two weeks now, keeping himself immaculately clean, diligently having made this part of his morning routine. It made him half-hard every time, the humiliation mixed with the feeling of being penetrated - but it didn't hurt, at least. It felt strange, though, and it made him hyper-aware of his ass being a penetrable hole, which he supposed was part of the intended result.
Sometimes, not always, there was something in his head that felt like it clicked...pieces of conditioning, or memories that would not quite surface. There was a strange calm to those moments, like his body did already know the way, like his decision to submit to this had always been an inevitability. There were other times he wanted it out of him so badly, times when it got mixed in with memories of his handlers calling him filthy, cleaning him out before fucking him, then berating him once more as he was sticky with sweat and blood and semen.Sadly, today was one of those days.

"Holy fuck, that's disgusting."

The Soldier didn't know this particular man, but Rumlow had ordered to please everyone who wanted it until further notice. Twelve men had come to his cell that day alread and used him as they saw fit. Twelve times he had drawn tally marks on the wall, knowing he'd forget by the next time they'd wipe him, that someone would clean the wall or he'd be moved by then, but it felt somehow important to keep count anyway.

"Are you sure you even sure you want to fuck him? He's filthy," a second voice said, and the Soldier added two more stripes to the wall. Perhaps it was premature, but really, none of them ever said no to a free fuck.

"Hang on. I need to fetch something. You hose him down in the mean time".

The man yanked his hair and pulled him to his feet roughly. The Soldier could barely stand. His legs felt wobbly and the place between his buttock burned like fire. The fire spread inside as he tried to walk, and he felt something warm and wet run down his thighs.

The man took him outside, to a a courtyard of sorts. The Soldier didn't recognize this place, didn't remember ever being here, but then again he forgot times and places. It was sunny. The seasons must have turned to summer without him noticing, too. His eyes tried to adjust to the light

"Stay," the man said, and The Soldier was pushed to his knees.

He had long stopped trying to memorize all of their faces, remember their names, or try to plead and appeal to their humanity. They had none. Or perhaps, it was him who wasn't human anymore, and that was why they were treating him as a thing.

For a few brief few moments he actually enjoyed the feeling of being outside - the wind in his hair and the sun on his skin. Then, without warning, his body was hit by a hard beam of water that knocked him off balance. But he'd been told to stay, so he tried as much as he could.

The water was cold on his body, and hit him with bruising force, but he sort of welcomed getting clean.

"All fours," the man ordered, and he did.

He was hosed down from other angles now, but at least in this position it was easier to hold his balance.

"That's better. Now hold your ass open for me."

He whimpered. He wanted to say no, but he knew there was no point. It would happen anyway, and some of them actually hurt him more when he struggled, refused or showed pain. He bent his head down and spread his ass-cheeks with his hands. That movement alone was painful. As the cold beam of water hit him there, and he tried to balance himself, he could now stop himself from screaming out loudly, the pain being too much for him to bear.

Finally the water stopped, and he could hear laughter behind him. The first man had returned.

"I leave you alone for five minutes and you already have him in tears."

"Hey, I literally didn't even touch him." More laughter followed.

The first man moved to stand next to him and swatted his ass.

"Nice day for a lil' outdoor fucking, don't you think, Soldier?"

"Yes, Sir," the Soldier replied, knowing there was no point in resistance.

"We're going to get you nice and tight, so you feel good for me. You want to be good for me, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," he said again, already knowing this would be unpleasant.

The second man came to stand with them, and offered him a ball of cloth.

"Here, bite down on this," he offered.

The Soldier clamped down his teeth on it. Maybe if he didn't scream too loudly, they might make it quick. At the very least, it would make sure he'd keep his tongue. Tongues were nice. At least he though he remembered the were. He couldn't be sure, but he though he had kissed someone once, with tongue. That was long ago, when his mouth still belonged to him. When he was allowed to want. It had felt nice, kissing. The soldiers who fucked him, never kissed him. He was glad for it. Maybe one day, a long time from now, he could do that again with someone. Yeah, he definitely wanted to keep his tongue.

He could recognize the sizzling sound of the stun baton and his body started to shake even before it ever touched him. When it did, the pain was excruciating. The water conducted the electricity all over his skin and he spasmed and it burned, and he thought he was really going to die this time. When the blunt tip forced its way into his ass, he screamed through the makeshift gag, and it still sounded terribly loud to his ears.

The man pushed it in and out a few more times, turning the power on and off, until screams were replaced by desperate sobs, and his body went limp and pliant under the abuse.

"See that's a trick I learned from some of the older guys," the man said to the other. "If you're like the tenth in line, you can make him tighter again with these things. Works like a charm."

The Soldier was shaking uncontrollably as the gag was removed from his mouth. His breathing was erratic and he struggled to get all the oxygen he could. He didn't get long, because the gag was almost instantly replaced with a hard cock. A hand grabbed his hair roughly, and pulled him all the way down on it. When a dick was rammed up his ass, he couldn't scream, because he was being stuffed down to the throat. His ass felt like it was being torn open by a dagger, every thrust more painful than the previous. He focused on keeping his mouth stretched open despite the pain, because he did not want to know the consequences for biting down.

It took long, so very long. The guy who was fucking him took his time, and made every thrust hard and deliberate, until he was close to coming, at which point it going even worse. He held the Soldier's hips in a vise-grip, and fucked into him brutally and erratically, until he came with a scream.

"Holy fuck, that's a good ass," he panted as he drew out of the Soldier.

The guy in his mouth hadn't yet come, despite the talented ministrations of the Soldier's tongue. The Soldier supposed he was intentionally holding off, because as soon as the other guy came, the cock was pulled out of his mouth, and something forced itself into his ass again.

"Shit, you're right, man. He's still tight after taking you."

It didn't take so long this time. Just a couple of painful minutes of penetration, some grunting and swearing, and the Soldier could feel another sticky load being dumped in his ass.

"Pity's he's in cryo so much. I'd like to ride him more often."

"Well, a little birdy told he's got two more missions this month. That's something to look forward to".

He was pulled to his feet again, and then brought him back to his cell, being half dragged and half carried, not able to really walk anymore. He fell asleep from sheer exhaustion but soon - too soon - he could hear his cell doors opening again.

"Aw guys, really? Can't you fucking clean it after using it?"

The Soldier pushed himself up with the little strength he still had left, and added another tally mark to the wall. This one wouldn't say no, either, despite how dirty he was. He'd be here for another month. Better get used to it.

In the shower, Bucky Barnes was rock-hard and shivering. He turned on the water and it was blissfully warm, making even the shivering subside in a few minutes. He thought about masturbating but that would make him feel unclean again, and he didn't feel like doing this all over again.

Getting out of the shower, he didn't completely hate what he saw in the mirror. It occurred to him it has been a while since he felt that way. He still hated the left shoulder and all that went with it, but objectively, he knew didn't look awful. He still kept his hair longer, but he had trimmed his pubic hair as requested, and he'd also gotten rid off the scruff on his face, and all in all he felt like he was almost presentable to be seen by a beautiful woman. Not that that really mattered anymore, in that sense. But if she was going to see him, and touch him, whatever her reasons, he wanted to minimize any unpleasantness for her.

He hadn't told her yet, that was the funny thing. The decision had been made, but telling her would make him unable to back down and that frightened him. But then, every time he thought about that twinge of fear, he felt a stirring in his pants.

In the mean time he had done his research. The internet offered some visual imagery of how such a thing would even work. He found leather-clad beauties sporting large rubber dongs that they used on their male "victims". His mother, he was sure, was rolling in her grave for him even looking at this. It was educational, though, to say the least. Some of the toys looked even more uncomfortable that a real cock - and that had some potential. Uncomfortable he could work with.

The thing he feared the most is that it wouldn't work at all. That she could fuck him and abuse him, and that his own dick would remain stubbornly unresponsive, that he'd prove useless even in this regard. He wanted to try, though, so very badly. He believed her when she said he'd be safe. Someone like Natasha would know a lot about pain, and about how far you could push a person before damaging them. He absolutely believed that she could have him sobbing on the floor if she wanted to, but he'd still be physically well enough to fight an hour later. When he thought about her touching him, it was part fear part excitement, or maybe those were two sides of the same coin.

If he needed this abuse, then he might as well make it as comfortable as possible. She was good at what she did, she was a teammate who seemed to have his best interest at heart, and she was easy on the eyes. Really, that was much more than he could ever asked for.

It took him another hour to actually work up the courage to call her. When he did, she answered the phone almost instantly, and greeted in him cheerfully.

"So...I made a decision. If the offer still stands."

"Of course it still stands. A promise is a promise. I'll arrange it, and let you know when."

And that, pretty much, was it. The fear and excitement in his gut only grew stronger after that - but really, it felt like the excitement was winning.

This is so painful! Bucky just wanting to be good so maybe they won't hurt him any more than they have to is the SADDEST. But I love the hopefulness of the frame scene in the present day. :) Bucky being aroused and hyperaware of his body was, um, hot. I am *so* looking forward to the Bucky/Nat strap-on sex here.

Since this is turning out epically longer than expected, I'll request a bit more patience, but they'll get there. And then angst about it, obviously.

It felt strange, though, and it made him hyper-aware of his ass being a penetrable hole, which he supposed was part of the intended result.

*backflip straight into trash can* Bury me here forever.

We aim to please :)

UNF! I, like Bucky, got a shameboner from the flashback.

And I love how carefully Bucky is thinking through this. :)

Well, I think you found the right fic for shameboners :)

Yeah, he is thinking it through! He's just screwed over by his own body a bit (okay, a lot), so his options are limited. And he knows Nat's a good choice...it's just that it being a woman he finds pretty sort of makes it worse and better at the same time.

DA

Yeah gosh who didn't. It was wonderful. Everything about the hosing was perfect and then when he was thinking about kissing :( :( :(

So I was thinking: HOW TO MAKE THIS MORE AWFUL? And then I came up with the kissing. I'm so sorry.

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