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Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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Steve really really didn’t want to watch, but he forced himself to pay attention because he knew not all eyes were on the asset and Rumlow. He had to try. He had a mission. There was a plan. He had to try.

The slick must have been applied before Steve joined them because Rumlow just pulled his cock out and pressed the head to the wet and shiny pucker.

“Please,” breathed the asset.

“Please what?” He rubbed his cock against the ring of muscle, pulling back when it gave a little under pressure.

The asset whimpered. “Please, Commander. Make use of me. Remind me why I obey. What I'm made for. Please ple-!”

Rumlow smacked it. It snapped its teeth together, clearly biting back additional pleas, and pressed its face into the bedspread. “Fuck, asset. Stop at Commander next time. I'm gonna give you what you need. Just looking for a little respect for your handler. No need to get embarrassing. You did so good with Cap. Thought you were over begging like that.”

Disordered hair hid the asset’s expression. In spite of the begging and the full erection dangling just above the bed, he seemed more tormented than enthusiastic.

“Please, Commander.” The asset barely lifted his head enough to speak.

“Better,” said Rumlow and pushed straight in.

Steve couldn't watch. He looked down at his bare feet. Blue and gray patterned laminate. SHIELD sure loved their branding even when they couldn't overtly display their eagle emblem. If the ceiling was that special tile they'd used for the walls of the Retreat, the floor and walls probably were too. This wasn't a guest room. It was a camouflaged holding cell.

A sharp spear of nausea made him swallow hard, stomach lurching. Of course the asset didn't really like this. This was rape. No matter how his body reacted or what he said, he wasn't a willing participant.

Steve was a rapist.

Don't think about it. Get through this. Don't think about it.

What the fuck had he done? SHIELD-sanctioned operation or not, Steve had raped the asset. Doesn't matter if it's Bucky. It's not Bucky. What have I done? Just following orders hadn't been an excuse since after the war. Had never been a real excuse. How had he let this happen?

Don't think about it. It can't matter now. Don't think about it.

The asset gasped loudly. The bed, which had been creaking rhythmically, screamed in sudden metallic protest. Reluctantly, Steve looked up to see the metal hand was clamped on the edge, bending the mattress up toward the asset.

“Break this bed, Soldier, and no one will touch you like you want it for a month,” snapped Rumlow.

He, it, released the mattress like it burned and yanked the hand back.

The asset's breathing was ragged. Is everyone here willfully blind or do they like the asset’s distress? Steve wouldn't put anything past HYDRA.

“Someone wanna offer it a distraction? Cap?”

Oh God, no. “No. I'm fine,” Steve lied. He was a long way from fine. Fine was somewhere on Asgard with Thor forgetting Steve existed.

“Here, asset.”

One of the women shucked her pants and climbed onto the bed to spread her legs on either side of the asset’s head. As she grabbed fistfuls of dark hair to direct it where she wanted, Steve turned his head away. There was seeing his teammates naked in situations like decontamination or communal showering and then there was… this.

She noticed. "Oh my God," she laughed. "How are you even real, Rogers? Somebody grab me that – mmm, right there – towel over there. Don't want to – ah! Yes, fuck, just like that – offend the Captain’s delicate sensibilities!”

Steve cringed but said nothing as one of the guys tossed her the towel she'd been drying her hair with. She draped it over her hips and the asset’s head. It didn't actually help much not to have the visual. Trying not to hear the sounds from beneath was about as successful as trying not to feel a bent rusty nail in his foot.

“Hey, Cap,” Rumlow said, turning to him. He’d picked up the tempo but didn’t show any signs of being close to finishing. There was barely any strain in his voice. “Just had an idea.”

“Yeah?” Steve tried to stay as noncommittal as he could.

“You make up your mind about handling it?”

Don't lie. “Apart from the sex stuff, I'd love to. Can you imagine us in the field together?" He could. Too easily, sometimes. The Winter Soldier was a sniper as well as a super soldier.

“Then you should be the one to give it its reward. Start making associations between pleasure and obeying you.”

Don’t think about it. Get through the night. You can’t help anyone if you break here. Don’t think about it. They’re watching you. Don’t think about it.

“Surrender and you will find release,” muttered one of the guys on the other side of the room. Someone else shushed him with what sounded like an elbow.

The asset suddenly went even quieter than it had been before.

Steve wondered what, other than the obvious, the phrase meant.

“Rumlow…” Steve sighed. “I’m…”

“I mean, to give it permission.”

“Oh,” said Steve, dumbly.

“To come,” Rumlow added, just in case Steve hadn't got it yet.

No worries on that account.

"What's the catch?" he asked suspiciously. Rumlow looked far too pleased with his idea.

"If it's not ready and can't obey…”

“What.”

“You prove you're not ready to learn to handle it and we have to punish it for not complying.” He grinned. “But hey, no pressure.”

Oh wow, things are getting really intense. Poor Steve. He is in an awful position here.

You are so good at leaving us with a cliffhanger! And Rumlow is a sly bastard: he knows Steve is trying to check out for this part, but Steve will have to pay close attention if he wants his orders to be effective and not cause the Asset more pain.

(A!A) Exactly!

Steve no longer has the dubious benefit of the drugs the asset gave him and he still has to get through the rest of the party. At least they're a little restrained by not wanting to test him too far this first time.

Thanks!

Finally caught up with this! OH NO, STEVE!!! His conflict is so believable, and it hurts so good.

I am curious to see how aware the Asset is in all this. Is rescue possible for him? Not that Steve won't try, of course...

Thanks for the awesome updates!

(A!A) I am so glad Steve's conflict is believable. I worry a lot about keeping him in character while trying to maneuver him into trash participation.

I am resolved to stay with Steve's POV for the whole thing, but I can tell you that you have a good question and urge you to remember that we haven't even seen the asset's Bucky act yet. That said, Steve will definitely try his best to save the asset regardless.

Yesssssss I see we have gone full trash. Fantastic. The image of Steve sitting in the chair, crushing the armrests because he's out of his mind with how good he feels, was unbelievably hot. And the asset whining and whimpering and looking pleased at having delivered a satisfactory blowjob? Ungfffff. I think those little smiles from the soldier are going to wreak havoc on Steve's willpower and his determination to keep up his whole "always remember that you are a rapist because it can't consent" morality thing.

Btw, is Steve misreading the asset's pleasure responses as pain responses, when Rumlow is fucking him? Just wondering how much WS is physically into what's being done to him, crazy consent issues aside. On one hand, there are obvious trash possibilities if he likes at least some of what's being done to him... on the other, if he's in pain because the Strike team aren't all that concerned about how rough they're being, that's just all the more reason for Steve to take over... *rubs hands in glee*

(A!A) Steve is not a reliable narrator because he keeps trying to interpret what's going on while it's going on and he's very compromised, even if he thinks he's got a clear head.

The asset is not in physical pain, though he's certainly not comfortable. As trash parties go, this is pretty tame so far. They're not usually so gentle. And the asset knows this, even if he doesn't clearly remember. So he's afraid, but he's also confused because STEVE? Steve Rogers? Captain America? Steve with STRIKE? Captain America with HYDRA? WTF? Is it a test? Is it a trick? Is it real? The asset has to do what it's told, but Bucky would want Steve to be safe and happy...

I realize this raises more questions. *points at title* That's all I'm going to say. *laughs evilly*

(A!A) Sorry, I lied. I am going to say more.

Yes.

;-)

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