A bit shorter this time. I've been going through some stress lately.
Games are invented, apologies are thrown around, there are a lot of blinking and the Asset starts getting comfortable around another human being who isn't Handler Rogers.
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Handler Rogers helps the Asset to get back on its knees with gentle hands. Small shivers of pleasure run all over the Asset's body when the movements jostle the cock cage and the new sound.
“Still okay, Asset?” Handler Rogers crouches next to it, placing a hand on its thigh. “You will tell me the moment the...sound starts to hurt. That's an order, Asset. Understood?”
Even though Handler Rogers's voice is blurred, as if halfway under water, the Asset still hears him and understands that it must answer him. “Yes, sir...Understood, sir.” the Asset leans against Handler Rogers's side without meaning to, but before it can right itself and apologize Handler Rogers pulls the Asset into another hug, rewarding it for answering him.
The cage throbs and pulses, an entirely new pressure starting to build up behind the cock plug, that too is now bound and restrained by Handler Rogers.
“Thank you...for in-indulging the Asset...sir. Sorry, sir.”
Handler Rogers shushes the Asset with a kiss to the temple and wonderful fingers combing through its hair. “Nothing to apologize for, Asset.”
Everything is soft and warm and safe. The Asset mumbles, “Mustn't be greedy. Bad...for...want-t... shouldn't ask for thi-...sir...”
“It's okay, Asset. You're not being greedy or bad. In fact, I think I liked hearing you ask me for something, so let's make that an exercise game. Hmm, what do you say?”
Handler Rogers's voice is like warm honey. The Asset squirms as the cage and sound throb extra hard; Handler Rogers always comes up with the best games, even if they can be a bit scary like the joking game. The Asset nods, murmurs “Yes please, sir.”
Handler Rogers rubs its taut belly in a wide, slow circular motion. “Okay then, the rules are simple.” All of Handler Rogers's games have easy to remember rules, if not always easy to follow. “First rule is that you don't have to start the game but you may do so anytime you think of something nice.” That's a good rule, Handler Rogers is helping to ease the Asset into it. “Then you ask for it just like you did just now.” That sounds both exciting and scary. Freedom of asking for things that can help the Asset serve Handler Rogers. “Then I decide if you can have it or not, but here is the important part.” The Asset blinks, listens in carefully. “There will be no punishment for asking. Not even if I don't like what you ask for, especially not if I don't like it. How does that sound?”
The Asset's pulse is beating loud, the possibilities Handler Rogers has presented are overwhelming. It almost seems too good to be true, but then again that's a pretty good description of everything about belonging to Handler Rogers. Except everything really is as good as it sounds. Now the Asset is allowed to ask for ways to serve Handler Rogers, it can just ask. If he doesn't like it, if it wouldn't be good service he will just tell the Asset so. “Yes please, sir!” The Asset says enthusiastically and burrows into Handler Rogers's chest, latching onto a nipple to succle.
Handler Rogers huffs a laugh and wraps the Asset in his arms a bit tighter.
“Permission to speak, sir?” the Asset mumbles around the nipple.
Handler Rogers tightens the hug just a tiny little bit more. “Yes, just like that...go on, permission granted.” It did good.
The Asset licks its lips. “Permission to...make a request, sir?” The Asset is starting to get the hang of this.
“...Yes, Asset. Permission granted,” Handler Rogers answers with a kiss to its head.
“May…” Does it actually dare to ask? To go through with the request if approved? “...may the Asset repay agent Wilson for ruining his drink, sir?”
Handler Rogers goes very still. The Asset does the same, realizing what the request might have sounded like. A very steady voice asks, ”What did you have in mind, Asset?”
“T-t-to make a drink for him, sir. No-nothing else like- sir!” It stops speaking before it gets itself in more trouble.
“Hush, it's alright...you belong to me. My Asset. Nobody else's. Only for me.” A very big and wide palm settles over the Asset's nape, over the collar, gently kneading the muscles underneath. The Asset is safe. “I think that sounds fair, but let's hear what Sam thinks first alright?”
The Asset nods, and Handler Rogers pulls out his phone, showing the Asset what he writes as he opens a text-chat with agent Wilson.
*Steve: Hey Sam, you still up top?*
Almost right away there's a reply.
*Sam: Yes, Bruce and Nat finished awhile ago. You okay?*
*Steve: Yea, sure. Everything’s fine. So I was thinking about coming back up and join you. You don't mind if I bring the Asset, right? Figured it could hold our drinks for us, to make up for the little accident earlier.*
The Asset's ears burn a bit, but the tiny wings in its belly buzz a little more fervent at the same time. How will the Asset hold the drinks without its hands? Handler Rogers must have some idea, or he wouldn't have claimed the Asset could.
Handler Rogers isn't the kind of handler who would restrain the Asset and then demand it provide an impossible physical service and then punish it for failing. Handler Rogers puts the Asset to good use.
Agent Wilson takes a minute and a half to answer with a very short, *Sure*
After giving it a glass of water, Handler Rogers takes his time to secure the Asset fully, muzzle and earplugs but not the leash. It can't even crawl with the armbinders, but carried under his arm like a big shoulder bag is alright anyway, it doesn't need the leash, can't possibly get away from Handler Rogers like this. That is good.
Soon they are up on the roof terrace again. As promised, agent Black Widow and Subject Hulk are nowhere in sight. The grassy area is once more clear, but Handler Rogers carries the Asset back to the pool, to where agent Wilson sits in one of two loungers.
Handler Rogers puts the Asset down in between the two seats. It keeps its head down but can sense agent Wilson watching it. Handler Rogers taps the Asset's right shoulder.
“I'll be over there getting us something to drink,” he says pointing towards the bar on the other side of the pool. “Sam won't touch you.”- He pauses to throw a pointed look at agent Wilson, who smiles reassuringly at the Asset and nods.
There doesn't seem to be any hint of subterfuge in agent Wilson's eyes, only a slight hesitation that the Asset attributes to fear. He must still remember when it almost killed him years ago, but the Asset can't see any desire to take revenge on it for that. An hour ago he even extended the very arm the Asset broke during that long ago attack.
He is safe this time. Agent Wilson won't come to harm from the Asset now that Handler Rogers has such tight control over it. Even if something happens Handler Rogers will easily be able to leap over the pool. Nothing bad will happen.
-”But you have permission to speak to him, though that's not an order that you have to.” The Asset turns from agent Wilson to Handler Rogers and back, then nods to the ground.
“Understood, sir.” Handler Rogers pats the Asset's head.
Handler Rogers steps away. The fuzziness fades a little.
After a few seconds the Asset looks up at agent Wilson who glances back at it, startling slightly when it says, “The Asset apologizes for ruining agent Wilson’s drink earlier, sir.”
Agent Wilson blinks. For a moment the Asset wonders if it spoke to low for him to hear, but he smiles similarly to Handler Rogers and shakes his head. With his hands agent Wilson signs, ’Apology accepted, no hard feelings.’
It's the Asset's turn to blink. It won't have to try and read his lips, it hadn't expected that kindness from him.
“The Asset apologizes for almost attacking agent Wilson earlier.”
The agent blinks several times, his mouth forming a silent 'oh’. Then he shakes his head and smiles again, signing 'It's okay, I surprised you.
The Asset frowns, it was the Asset's fault. It's trying to appease agent Wilson to not seek revenge later, but his frivolous attitude towards the incident confuses the Asset. He's supposed to demand greater signs of submission before accepting, not taking the blame. That's not how it's done. At least not with HYDRA.
'Besides, the drink was for you, you know.
The Asset blinks. It was? Thinking back the Asset puts it together, reconstructs the event. The drink agent Wilson presented earlier had a straw that was long and slim enough to easily slip inside one of the air vents in the muzzle.
As the thought settles in the Asset's mind, Handler Rogers says. “Here we go. Did you behave, Asset?”
The Asset looks up. Handler rogers is carrying a tray with three tall, pale yellow drinks with long thin straws. He looks expectantly at the Asset. It takes a quick peak at agent Wilson before nodding. “Yes, Sir. The Asset talked with agent Wilson, sir. The Asset apologized, agent Wilson accepted, sir.”
It's not sure how much it should speak for agent Wilson, but no one says anything against it, so the Asset continues. “Agent Wilson provided supplemental information regarding the previous incident. The Asset was not aware agent Wilson had clearance to dispense fluids.”
Handler Rogers sits down on the other lounger with a chuckle, putting the Asset between himself and agent Wilson. “Well, to be extra clear this time”- Handler Rogers holds up one glass and fits the straw through the muzzle. -”This drink is for you.”
The Asset takes a sip. Cold and sweet, freshly pressed pineapple juice. The drink is large enough to last the entire afternoon if properly rationed.
After two more mouthfuls handler Rogers puts the, still well over half full, glass on the deck in front of the Asset.
“Lean forward, Asset. Yes, just like that. You'll be our table for a while.”
The asset eagerly complies. Like this the straw sits right on front of its face, so it'll be able to take sips whenever it needs to without moving anywhere. The weight of the tray settles over the Asset's shoulders like a comforting blanket. The cage and sound throbs but that's not important.
“You will let me know if this position gets painful. That's an order. This isn't an endurance test. It's meant to be nice and comfortable, if it isn't you must let me know,” he says sternly.
What is important is that the Asset has its orders. It has a mission. It will complete that mission and please Handler Rogers.
“Yes, sir.” The Asset closes its eyes, hiding a smile behind the dark hair draped around its face.
Fill: Asset Management 9/?
A bit shorter this time. I've been going through some stress lately.
Games are invented, apologies are thrown around, there are a lot of blinking and the Asset starts getting comfortable around another human being who isn't Handler Rogers.
Thank you for commenting! Nothing in this world compares to reading what you have to say!
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Handler Rogers helps the Asset to get back on its knees with gentle hands. Small shivers of pleasure run all over the Asset's body when the movements jostle the cock cage and the new sound.
“Still okay, Asset?” Handler Rogers crouches next to it, placing a hand on its thigh. “You will tell me the moment the...sound starts to hurt. That's an order, Asset. Understood?”
Even though Handler Rogers's voice is blurred, as if halfway under water, the Asset still hears him and understands that it must answer him. “Yes, sir...Understood, sir.” the Asset leans against Handler Rogers's side without meaning to, but before it can right itself and apologize Handler Rogers pulls the Asset into another hug, rewarding it for answering him.
The cage throbs and pulses, an entirely new pressure starting to build up behind the cock plug, that too is now bound and restrained by Handler Rogers.
“Thank you...for in-indulging the Asset...sir. Sorry, sir.”
Handler Rogers shushes the Asset with a kiss to the temple and wonderful fingers combing through its hair. “Nothing to apologize for, Asset.”
Everything is soft and warm and safe. The Asset mumbles, “Mustn't be greedy. Bad...for...want-t... shouldn't ask for thi-...sir...”
“It's okay, Asset. You're not being greedy or bad. In fact, I think I liked hearing you ask me for something, so let's make that an exercise game. Hmm, what do you say?”
Handler Rogers's voice is like warm honey. The Asset squirms as the cage and sound throb extra hard; Handler Rogers always comes up with the best games, even if they can be a bit scary like the joking game. The Asset nods, murmurs “Yes please, sir.”
Handler Rogers rubs its taut belly in a wide, slow circular motion. “Okay then, the rules are simple.” All of Handler Rogers's games have easy to remember rules, if not always easy to follow. “First rule is that you don't have to start the game but you may do so anytime you think of something nice.” That's a good rule, Handler Rogers is helping to ease the Asset into it. “Then you ask for it just like you did just now.” That sounds both exciting and scary. Freedom of asking for things that can help the Asset serve Handler Rogers. “Then I decide if you can have it or not, but here is the important part.” The Asset blinks, listens in carefully. “There will be no punishment for asking. Not even if I don't like what you ask for, especially not if I don't like it. How does that sound?”
The Asset's pulse is beating loud, the possibilities Handler Rogers has presented are overwhelming. It almost seems too good to be true, but then again that's a pretty good description of everything about belonging to Handler Rogers. Except everything really is as good as it sounds. Now the Asset is allowed to ask for ways to serve Handler Rogers, it can just ask. If he doesn't like it, if it wouldn't be good service he will just tell the Asset so. “Yes please, sir!” The Asset says enthusiastically and burrows into Handler Rogers's chest, latching onto a nipple to succle.
Handler Rogers huffs a laugh and wraps the Asset in his arms a bit tighter.
“Permission to speak, sir?” the Asset mumbles around the nipple.
Handler Rogers tightens the hug just a tiny little bit more. “Yes, just like that...go on, permission granted.” It did good.
The Asset licks its lips. “Permission to...make a request, sir?” The Asset is starting to get the hang of this.
“...Yes, Asset. Permission granted,” Handler Rogers answers with a kiss to its head.
“May…” Does it actually dare to ask? To go through with the request if approved? “...may the Asset repay agent Wilson for ruining his drink, sir?”
Handler Rogers goes very still. The Asset does the same, realizing what the request might have sounded like. A very steady voice asks, ”What did you have in mind, Asset?”
“T-t-to make a drink for him, sir. No-nothing else like- sir!” It stops speaking before it gets itself in more trouble.
“Hush, it's alright...you belong to me. My Asset. Nobody else's. Only for me.” A very big and wide palm settles over the Asset's nape, over the collar, gently kneading the muscles underneath. The Asset is safe. “I think that sounds fair, but let's hear what Sam thinks first alright?”
The Asset nods, and Handler Rogers pulls out his phone, showing the Asset what he writes as he opens a text-chat with agent Wilson.
*Steve: Hey Sam, you still up top?*
Almost right away there's a reply.
*Sam: Yes, Bruce and Nat finished awhile ago. You okay?*
*Steve: Yea, sure. Everything’s fine. So I was thinking about coming back up and join you. You don't mind if I bring the Asset, right? Figured it could hold our drinks for us, to make up for the little accident earlier.*
The Asset's ears burn a bit, but the tiny wings in its belly buzz a little more fervent at the same time. How will the Asset hold the drinks without its hands? Handler Rogers must have some idea, or he wouldn't have claimed the Asset could.
Handler Rogers isn't the kind of handler who would restrain the Asset and then demand it provide an impossible physical service and then punish it for failing. Handler Rogers puts the Asset to good use.
Agent Wilson takes a minute and a half to answer with a very short, *Sure*
After giving it a glass of water, Handler Rogers takes his time to secure the Asset fully, muzzle and earplugs but not the leash. It can't even crawl with the armbinders, but carried under his arm like a big shoulder bag is alright anyway, it doesn't need the leash, can't possibly get away from Handler Rogers like this. That is good.
Soon they are up on the roof terrace again. As promised, agent Black Widow and Subject Hulk are nowhere in sight. The grassy area is once more clear, but Handler Rogers carries the Asset back to the pool, to where agent Wilson sits in one of two loungers.
Handler Rogers puts the Asset down in between the two seats. It keeps its head down but can sense agent Wilson watching it. Handler Rogers taps the Asset's right shoulder.
“I'll be over there getting us something to drink,” he says pointing towards the bar on the other side of the pool. “Sam won't touch you.”- He pauses to throw a pointed look at agent Wilson, who smiles reassuringly at the Asset and nods.
There doesn't seem to be any hint of subterfuge in agent Wilson's eyes, only a slight hesitation that the Asset attributes to fear. He must still remember when it almost killed him years ago, but the Asset can't see any desire to take revenge on it for that. An hour ago he even extended the very arm the Asset broke during that long ago attack.
He is safe this time. Agent Wilson won't come to harm from the Asset now that Handler Rogers has such tight control over it. Even if something happens Handler Rogers will easily be able to leap over the pool. Nothing bad will happen.
-”But you have permission to speak to him, though that's not an order that you have to.” The Asset turns from agent Wilson to Handler Rogers and back, then nods to the ground.
“Understood, sir.” Handler Rogers pats the Asset's head.
Handler Rogers steps away. The fuzziness fades a little.
After a few seconds the Asset looks up at agent Wilson who glances back at it, startling slightly when it says, “The Asset apologizes for ruining agent Wilson’s drink earlier, sir.”
Agent Wilson blinks. For a moment the Asset wonders if it spoke to low for him to hear, but he smiles similarly to Handler Rogers and shakes his head. With his hands agent Wilson signs, ’Apology accepted, no hard feelings.’
It's the Asset's turn to blink. It won't have to try and read his lips, it hadn't expected that kindness from him.
“The Asset apologizes for almost attacking agent Wilson earlier.”
The agent blinks several times, his mouth forming a silent 'oh’. Then he shakes his head and smiles again, signing 'It's okay, I surprised you.
The Asset frowns, it was the Asset's fault. It's trying to appease agent Wilson to not seek revenge later, but his frivolous attitude towards the incident confuses the Asset. He's supposed to demand greater signs of submission before accepting, not taking the blame. That's not how it's done. At least not with HYDRA.
'Besides, the drink was for you, you know.
The Asset blinks. It was? Thinking back the Asset puts it together, reconstructs the event. The drink agent Wilson presented earlier had a straw that was long and slim enough to easily slip inside one of the air vents in the muzzle.
As the thought settles in the Asset's mind, Handler Rogers says. “Here we go. Did you behave, Asset?”
The Asset looks up. Handler rogers is carrying a tray with three tall, pale yellow drinks with long thin straws. He looks expectantly at the Asset. It takes a quick peak at agent Wilson before nodding. “Yes, Sir. The Asset talked with agent Wilson, sir. The Asset apologized, agent Wilson accepted, sir.”
It's not sure how much it should speak for agent Wilson, but no one says anything against it, so the Asset continues. “Agent Wilson provided supplemental information regarding the previous incident. The Asset was not aware agent Wilson had clearance to dispense fluids.”
Handler Rogers sits down on the other lounger with a chuckle, putting the Asset between himself and agent Wilson. “Well, to be extra clear this time”- Handler Rogers holds up one glass and fits the straw through the muzzle. -”This drink is for you.”
The Asset takes a sip. Cold and sweet, freshly pressed pineapple juice. The drink is large enough to last the entire afternoon if properly rationed.
After two more mouthfuls handler Rogers puts the, still well over half full, glass on the deck in front of the Asset.
“Lean forward, Asset. Yes, just like that. You'll be our table for a while.”
The asset eagerly complies. Like this the straw sits right on front of its face, so it'll be able to take sips whenever it needs to without moving anywhere. The weight of the tray settles over the Asset's shoulders like a comforting blanket. The cage and sound throbs but that's not important.
“You will let me know if this position gets painful. That's an order. This isn't an endurance test. It's meant to be nice and comfortable, if it isn't you must let me know,” he says sternly.
What is important is that the Asset has its orders. It has a mission. It will complete that mission and please Handler Rogers.
“Yes, sir.” The Asset closes its eyes, hiding a smile behind the dark hair draped around its face.
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