hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, 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.

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(I havn't slept in over 36 hours so hopefully this will all still make sense when I wake up tomorrow morning. let me know what you guys think so far. Gimmie some kinks you want to see.)

He jerked back as far as he could. "Don't."

One of them, a guy with a fairly average build and dirty blond hair, seemed to be in charge. He grabbed Bucky by the roots of his own hair wrenched his head up so they saw eye to eye. Bucky could feel his eyes getting red and puffy, his honest to God pure rage the only thing fighting back the tears.

"Don't make it harder than it needs to, soldat. This is just the first of many lessons we're going to give you. It's going to hurt, and that's the whole point. But I'd hate to see you burn out too quickly."

Bucky spat. "Fuck you."

"Other way around," the guy said with wink. "Did you know that I, too, hold the rank of captain? Only I'm not a government puppet, like yours was." He dug his fingernails deep into Bucky's scalp, eliciting a small yelp. "I have dignity in my position. So your first lesson is this: there is no one coming to save you, because you will have no dignity left."

Without warning, someone shoved two slippery fingers up his hole, stabbing at his insides. Bucky let out a strangled yell, catching the end of it and biting down hard on his lip. It was too fast, too much all at once. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he could jsut pretend he wasn't here, and received a slap so hard his teeth rattled.

"Pay attention, soldat. You keep your eyes open and watch the film, or you'll lose your blinking privileges." He held a roll of thick gray tape to Bucky's face, and finally let go of his head, dropping him down with a thud.

The lights went out, and Bucky could hear the reel starting up. The theme to a news show played, giving way to somber music as a the newscaster looked down at his notes.

"We have confirmed reports now coming in, that two days ago we lost one of our nation's greatest icons-"

No...

"Captain Steve Rogers-"

What the hell?

"Better known to some as Captain America-"

What the fuck. What was this. There was no way in hell he...

"- has been reported as dead after a tragic plane crash in the arctic, following dangerous and highly classified mission against the remainder of the Nazi party. Few traces of the wreckage have been found, but further expeditions to locate Captain Roger's body are being forced to be called off. A public memorial will be held-"

"No, no stop it. That's not real. That's not real, it's not.

"-an especially hard blow after the loss of fellow Howling Commando, Sergeant James Barnes, who passed on a related mission only days earlier. Both ga-"

They were up to four fingers now. Whoever was fingering his ass give them all a good wiggle before yanking them all free at once.Bucky took a deep, shuddering breath inwards as the hand withdrew from between his legs. His hole twitched, gaping around nothing after being to suddenly forced open. Bucky didn’t feel any tearing, but that didn’t mean much. Bucky’d heard enough talk, whispers about the kind of stuff guys do in bed together. And it’s not like… it’s not like he’d never thought about it before. Maybe never saw himself on the receiving end of it. Done gentle and sweet a guy could make another fella feel as good as a girl with no problem. Done wrong, like bastards down by the docks might do to some poor fairy they’d corner, and it would end in bloodstains, bruises, and nasty infections. And that would be getting off lucky. Sometimes you could still be gentle but not use the right supplies, and get hurt in ways you didn’t even notice until too late.

The Russians seemed to be doing just the bare minimum to keep his injuries from inconveniencing their plans. Whatever those plans might be. All Bucky could do now was flit his eyes from the growing line of military personnel, impatiently pawing at their groins, and the news reel which had changed to a new reporter, relaying the same information as the last one while displaying a whole new, unique expression of devastation to the audience.
In a sick sort of way, he could almost understand the rape. The object was to humiliate him, and frankly it was working. But what purpose did this fake news footage serve? Because there was no way, absolutely no way Steve was dead. If Steve was dead, it would be from a valiant fight to the death protecting an orphanage of starving children, or covering an explosion with his own body to save a horde of puppies. Something as stupid and noble as he was. Not a plane crash over the arctic. Alone.

Someone slapped his left ass cheek, hard, and then the right in quick succession. There was a low whistle, and Bucky could feel his back turning red both from embarrassment and the hits.

“Not bad for an American bitch,” they said in English. They wanted to make sure Bucky couldn’t misunderstand their insults. Bucky wanted to bury his head into the crook of the one arm he still had left and disappear. A big, burly guard, easily outweighing Bucky by a hundred pounds and smoking a cheap cigarette, took two handfuls of Bucky’s ass and squeezed like they were a couple of stiff pillows. Some more of that cool, slick liquid was dumped over, inside his hole, spilling over and drooling over his thighs down to the table below.

Bucky knew it was coming, but it still took him by surprise. He felt like he was being split in two as the guy thrust deeper and deeper only stopping when Bucky clenched up too tight to go further.

The captain was sitting in a chair next to the projector screen, now smoking his own cigarette and watching the whole ordeal from the front of the room. “How’s it feel, Borokov?”

The guy threw his head back and moaned, pulling back a couple inches, and stuffing himself back in. “A little tight. Nothing some sweet talk can’t cure, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Borokov asked, flicking the head of Bucky’s utterly limp cock.

Bucky bit back a sob. His lower lip was raw and seeping blood through the skin where his teeth wouldn’t let up. He looked back up at the screen. It was footage of a funeral, with hundreds of flowers, and neatly folded flags, and…

Was that Peggy?

The footage was a little far away but there she was, clear as day to anyone one who'd known her. She wasn’t crying. She seemed a little beyond that, clutching at her back and looking straight off into the distance, like she was waiting for someone to pop out of nowhere and tell her it was all a joke.

Borokov finally powered through the last bit of resistance in Bucky, moaning with such reverberation Bucky could feel it in his bones. He scraped Bucky’s insides, pounding into him, balls slapping his backside with a series of wet slaps and then, nothing.
Bucky felt a hot rush of thick fluid deep inside him, and the guard pulled away, laughing and slapping Bucky’s ass one last time for good measure.

Bucky wasn’t sure if the shock would let him close his eyes, even if he wanted to.

Ohmygoddd this is SO GOOD. Weirdly enough I've never read any "initial training of Bucky" stories, so this is all becoming headcanon as I read. And what perfectly delicious trashy headcanon it is. :DD

I love how you write Bucky's reaction to the first-time rape: obviously horrified and ashamed, but also kind of steely and resigned (not outright panicked - at least until the reality of the funeral hits him... eeep!). It feels exactly right, especially considering what we know of his personality later on.

"Bucky wanted to bury his head into the crook of the one arm he still had left and disappear." :(((

oh MAN, I envy you. Those are some of my fav type of fics. Here's a few (with varying levels of trash content) others you should totally look at:

How They Make You a Weapon http://archiveofourown.org/works/2492378/chapters/5531660

You Can Escape From it Whenever You Choose http://archiveofourown.org/works/3127127/chapters/6777512

And I am Always With You http://archiveofourown.org/works/1504124/chapters/3176834

theres plenty more but these were just the first ones that come to mind

omg thank you!!! *rushes over to AO3*

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