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

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Round 4 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 5.

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Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hi, AA here.

I would just like to warn readers that this is the part where we enter the more overtly sexual aspects of Steve's caretaking as the Asset's Handler.

Just know that any sexual advances from Steve are due to him having learned through previous trial and error, that refusing to play along with the demands of the Asset's programming just results in negative feedback.

Steve fully realises that the Asset can't give proper consent and what that means.

Sinse this is written from the Asset's POV the truth of Steve's motivations are not explicitly stated.

I tried to give hints in the way the Asset perceives Steve, but just in case I didn't do a good enough job: This is not Dark!Steve doing trashy things to Bucky for the sake of trash. It is Steve trying to get them both through the Trash!Aftermath with as few scrapes as possible.

Whether or not Steve has shameful thoughts about liking his role as Best-Handler-in-the-Entire-World, I already stated in a reply to a comment above, but it can also be up for interpretation.

Please let me know what you think! Reading your comments never fail to make me smile.

P.S. I have no beta reader, so any mistakes are my own.

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The Asset follows two steps behind Handler Rogers, keeping flawless marching formation.
Inside the bathroom Handler Rogers tells it to wait by the rub. The Asset kneels at the lip of the monstrous bath, a thing akin to the offspring of a small swimming pool and a jacuzzi.

While Handler Rogers is busy rummaging through the cabinets, the Asset wonders what he meant by 'it’s going to need fluids’.

A particular form of punishment comes to mind.

One time, when the Asset still belonged to Hydra, it was secured to the roof of a building, immobile and exposed on its back, for five days. The blazing summer sun combined with the cloying humidity of the climate managed to dehydrate and burn the Asset to such a degree that an unmodified human would have died. The punishment was intended to last for a week, but the Asset was needed for a mission so the handler at the time had to get it back into serviceable condition. Once the Asset completed the mission it was sent back to that roof to endure the rest of its punishment.

The Asset doesn't believe Handler Rogers will do something like that though. He gave no indication that this was to be a punishment, Handler Rogers is always very clear when the Asset is being punished.

What it did wrong, how to improve its behavior in the future, what the punishment will be and how long it will last but also why that particular punishment fits the crime.

Handler Rogers also says that the Asset is always completely forgiven afterwards.

Which doesn't make sense. Failing a handler is unforgivable. Failing Handler Rogers is worse than torture, worse than hunger and thirst, worse than cryosleep, or even the Chair.

The Asset has failed Handler Rogers so many times, each one is like a heavy steel ball bearing dropped into the bowl of a scale. Whereas every completed mission, every smile and laugh and soft touch from Handler Rogers is a feather placed in the counterweight, trying to tip the balance back to a modicum of equilibrium.

The Asset doesn't need Handler Rogers to tell it this is the case. The Asset knows this with as much certainty as it knows how to operate a rifle.

The Asset looks up from the floor, shocked to find that Handler Rogers has exchanged his clothes for a pair of swimming shorts featuring the stars and stripes. Normally the Asset is much too in tune with Handler Rogers to miss him changing clothes right in front of it. Distantly, it mourns the missed opportunity to see Handler Rogers naked, even if it would have just been a glimpse stolen in secret.

Handler Rogers has the most beautiful body, unscarred and golden. The Asset has seen him bare many times before when he uses it for pleasure, but only half of the pleasure the Asset receives in return comes from what Handler Rogers actually does with it, the other half is just from getting to see Handler Rogers's pleasure flush on his face, down to his chest and cock. No other reward compares.

“Okay, Asset. I heard what you said about the sunburn, and you've got a point. So, this time we'll use plenty of sunscreen.” Handler Rogers holds up a tube with a big smiling sun emblazoned on the side and squeezes out a thick drop of pale cream in his other hand. ”Now stand up so I can apply it to you.”

The Asset obeys, standing up straight but keeping its arms crossed behind its back; the standing rest position. Handler Rogers steps up in front of the Asset, so his legs and feet reach into its lowered cone of vision.

“Hold this,” Handler Rogers says, handing over the sun-tube. The Asset takes it in a metallic hand, the flesh arm stays locked into place.

The Asset studies the picture for a moment. The smiling sun has big square teeth and, for some reason, sunglasses perched on its non-existent nose. Underneath it is what looks like a field of flowers, along with some numbers at the bottom showing what the sunblock factor is.

When the Asset looks back up, Handler Rogers is rubbing the cream between his hands, warming it. But instead of rubbing it on himself, he reaches out slowly to the Asset, letting his hands hover over its chest.

The Asset blinks, confused for a moment. Then Handler Rogers casually says, “You can do me afterwards.” Like it's no big deal at all; giving the Asset a mission that involves keeping Handler Rogers safe from injury, by very carefully touching him all over his body. Even if it's just about some possible sunburn that will fade in a few hours, it is still an injury prevented. Definitely more than just a feather.

The thought is heady and seemingly slightly too big to fit inside the Asset's brain all in one go. It has to let the order compartmentalize a bit on its own before the Asset fully grasps the idea.

When it does, the glowing embers low in its groin erupt like someone threw a tank of gasoline on it, becoming a raging inferno that sets the Asset's blood to boiling. Its cock surges to attention in an instant, erect and hard as steel.

Only then does it notice Handler Rogers's hands already moving over its body. He coats the Asset's neck first, then lightly over its face, rubbing with his fingertips. After that he's moving down to circle the pectorals. The cream is scented lightly floral, it notices as Handler Rogers breaks symmetry by reaching back up over the Asset's right shoulder with one hand and underneath its left arm with the other.

The mechanical limb doesn't need any application so Handler Rogers skips it, though he doesn't shy away from the braid of scars circling the attachment point.

Previous handlers would either be repulsed by the ugly strip of skin and completely ignored it, others were fascinated by it, prodding with various implements like knives and taser-batons in order to take pleasure in the Asset's pained reactions.

Handler Rogers doesn't take any pleasure in its pain. He finds it in the pleasure of others, in the Asset's pleasure. No touch from Handler Rogers has ever brought pain.

The hands move downwards again, smearing the protective cream over the Asset's abdominals and sides.

There is a pause. The hands retreat.

The Asset realizes it has closed its eyes and blinks them open to see Handler Rogers standing just as close as before, hold an empty hand under the Asset's left one, patiently waiting for it to deposit more of the sunscreen.

He doesn't seem angry over the Asset's lapse in concentration, rather the opposite.

He smiles in one of the gentle ways only Handler Rogers can, the one where his eyes go soft and shiny just like they do when he asks the Asset about his name.

The Asset looks away, breaking eye contact, by flipping up the lid off the tube and squeeze out some more of the runny content into Handler Rogers's hand.

The Asset quickly squashes the urge to ask Handler Rogers not to waste resources like this on it. Handler Rogers made it abundantly clear early on that the Asset is not to challenge him on things like warm water, fruits and other expenditures best spent elsewhere. It isn't the Asset's place.

Whatever it was that the moment was charged with dissipates as Handler Rogers returns to his work, covering the Asset in the protective coating.

Handler Rogers works down the Asset's hips, bypassing its dick and balls, down the front of its thighs. Then he walks around it and rubs a heavy layer on its upper back, kneading the knotted muscles around the Asset's left shoulder blade.

It has to bite back a groan, as Handler Rogers keeps on working the tension out of its body, its cock jumping and twitching unseen by Handler Rogers, the pain-turned-pleasure spiking down the Asset's spine.

Slowly shifting lower, Handler Rogers skips the Asset's ass as well. After one more portion of sunscreen he’s got the legs completely covered. The only thing left is the Asset's groin area.

There is a pause, but Handler Rogers doesn't reach for the tube. Nothing happens for a minute.

A visceral jolt runs through the Asset. Did it do something wrong? Missed an order? Was it supposed to suppress the erection? The silence fills the air like smoke. Something is in its throat, preventing it from breathing. The curling heat inside of the Asset's belly turns cold and stale. It braces for the strike it knows is coming.

Suddenly, there is light. “Hey! Hey, it's okay! You did nothing wrong,” Handler Rogers's beautiful voice says hurriedly, laying a gentle, so, so gentle hand at the Asset's nape. “I’m s-just thinking. That's right! About how to reward you for being so good and obedient, alright.”

The Asset leans back into the steady hand. Boneless in the face of that assurance. Handler Rogers steps forward and lets it rest a sticky back against his chest.

Using the residual cream from his hands, Handler Rogers gives the Asset a perfunctory coating over its genitals and ass. Its cock rises back up from just that brief bit of attention.

“We’ll figure out something nice to do with this for tonight, alright?” Handler Rogers says hurriedly and pulls his hands back without lingering once he’s done.

The Asset's body thrums at the prospect. It is a rare treat, Handler Rogers playing with its cock.

Tonight. If it can keep up the good behavior throughout the day, that is. Not the easiest of thing, given the Asset's many failings.

“Okay, your done. My turn,” Handler Rogers says faintly.

The Asset turns around eagerly, but deflates slightly as it remembers that Handler Rogers is already wearing shorts. But that doesn't matter, it already has the chance to earn an opportunity to show proper gratitude. Tonight, if it can just stay good for him. For now it does whatever it can.

Starting with making sure Handler Rogers is protected from any serious sunburn.

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Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Omg. Sunscreen.

I think you're doing a good job showing Steve hesitating and how well he knows the Asset. Also, telling the story from the Asset's POV is really essential because it's clear the Asset wants Steve as much as it can want anything here. It can't give meaningful consent but it still wants, which is... something, I guess.

My heart hurts for both of them.

And I think you've ruined sunscreen for me. Thanks.

Re: Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

AA here.

Thank you! I try so hard to get Steve right in this.
There will be more of the Asset *wanting* things. Things Handler Rogers has made clear that it won't ever have. Poor little Asset.

My heart hurts too, and I made it this horrible for them! But I can't stop!

It was my pleasure ruining sunscreen for you! [Smiling sinisterly] Hopefully I will manage to do the same with the entire concept of sunbathing.

Thank you for commenting!

Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

Honestly I just find it so heartbreaking that this has been going on for I assume at least a couple of years, and the Asset still expects to be hit, and still assumes Steve doesn't really want to touch him.

Re: Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

AA here.

Yeah. The Asset has a lot of baggage. 70+ years of Hydra, V.S. 3-4 years of Steve + Bucky Memory Fragments, still = Asset expects to be hit.
But on the plus side, Cuddles! Gentle Touches!

Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

This continues to be so good. So painfully good.

The Asset leans back into the steady hand. Boneless in the face of that assurance. Handler Rogers steps forward and lets it rest a sticky back against his chest.

That visual is just stunning, not to mention heartbreaking. Thanks for this newest part!

Re: Re: Fill: Asset Management 4/?

[(Anonymous)]

AA here.

I am happy that you like it!

I was worried that I didn't get it right. It felt a bit too clumsily written to me, but thank you.

The one sure way of calming the Asset down is to make it feel useful because Steve knows it thinks that if it is in use then Handler Rogers will keep it, which Steve has figured out is the only thing the Asset is comfortable with admitting to "want" at the moment, to itself at least.

Steve hopes that by carefully supplying positive reenforcement to the idea of "wanting", the Asset will open up to the possibility of "wanting" other things. Whatever those things will end up being Steve intends to accommodate the Asset as much as possible to let it see that it can have agency, and from there hopefully become its own person.

But that is all long-term plans. Until then, Handler Rogers is going to continue to be the best handler the Asset has ever had.

Thank you for commenting!