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

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AA here.

This was both my favorite and least favorite part.
I love toys, as you might notice, but they are not easy to write.

I still feel like I may have gone a bit overboard.

Hope you like this part! The Asset literally doesn't move anywhere so I hope I haven't ruined the pase with exposition.

Thank you for commenting!

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They both freeze. Metal bands constrict around the Asset’s lungs; it can’t breathe.

It questioned a handler! It questioned Handler Rogers! It’s not the Asset’s place to question, just to obey!

If Handler Rogers doesn’t want the Asset to use the safety gear then it won’t use the safety gear. That simple.

If Handler Rogers wants the Asset to kill someone then it will kill that person. That simple.

If Handler Rogers wants the Asset in pain then it will suffer for him. That simple.

If Handler Rogers wants to share the Asset with anyone else then the Asset will be used by them too. That simple.

The Asset exist to serve its handlers. Nothing else matters.

Handler Rogers slowly takes his hand off the door. He sighs, whether in relief or frustration, the Asset can't tell over the roaring in its ears.

Finally he says, “I...just wanted to see if you remembered on your own...Good job.” He doesn't sound entirely all there, but the Asset can’t figure out why that would be.

After a moment Handler Rogers turns around, smiling, pleased.

Air returns to starved lungs as the Asset’s muscles are released, something like a rock is lifted out of a hole in its stomach.

When Handler Rogers is pleased nothing could ever possibly be bad.

The dresser is opened, and the Asset’s pulse picks up. Everything inside has a purpose, to assist the Asset in its purpose, to serve Handler Rogers.

He wants the Asset to wear the safety gear. He doesn't want it to kill anyone, doesn't want it to suffer and, most importantly, doesn't want to share it with anyone else. Handler Rogers is happy with his Asset, he wants to keep and take care of it.

The Asset forgot about that, again. It always forgets, but luckily Handler Rogers doesn't mind.

Hanging on hooks and resting on shelves are the all the articles that make up the Asset's safety gear. The things that makes the Asset safe outside of the apartment, among other people, but at the same time also keeps it safe from them.

The mitts go on first. Gloss black and padded finger- and thumbless gloves, made out of some hyper durable synthetic leather, created by Handler Rogers's friend Tony Stark, codename:Iron Man, to be inescapable yet comfortably breathable for long term use. The internal lining and stitching keeps the hands curled into light fists. Strapped on high up the forearms, the mitts make sure the Asset can't aim a gun or hold a knife, nor even twist a shoelace around someone's throat. Any punches it could deliver would be cushioned by the boxing glove-like design.

The Asset lifts its arms one by one, holding still while Handler Rogers pulls the mitts on. He tightens the straps going around the forearms, but not enough to cut off blood flow. It still has mobility in the wrists.

The leg binders comes next. Made from the same material, they tie the Asset thigh to calf with short lengths of chain, only allowing the knees to extend about ninety degrees to crawl as well as limiting its ability to kick someone. The attached pads also prevents it from staining the ground with blood from scraping its knees. Handler Rogers doesn't want it to get damaged from being on all four, so he makes sure everything fits securely.

Handler Rogers picks the muzzle off one of the top shelves and studies it for a minute, turning it over in his hands. Perhaps searching for cracks or imperfections.

This muzzle is both familiar and different from the one the Asset wore during its time with Hydra. But instead of a suffocating air filter and an uncomfortable voice modulator, the one Handler Rogers puts on it is made out of a see through, lightweight polymer, perfectly moulded to its nose and chin with plenty of air vents and rounded edges that won't pinch or press painfully.

The muzzle is good because as long as it remains locked into place the Asset won't be able to bite anyone, nor will unauthorized people be able to use its mouth for pleasure. It works better than a gag because it still allows the Asset to communicate clearly with Handler Rogers when needed. With a bowed head it passively let's Handler Rogers brush Its hair aside, he is meticulous about it, wanting to get the straps perfectly buckled without snagging any strands.

The Asset is also equipped with an automated locking plug. With the wings fully opened inside of the Asset the plug stops any conceivable use of that hole as well. Unless the culprit is willing to leave the Asset with wide ruptures and obvious tearings to its sphincter the only one who can remove it is Handler Rogers.

Though the Asset regenerates at an accelerated rate due to the serum, any such damage wouldn't heal in time to hide the crime from Handler Rogers. The device effectively deters any would be opportunists, but at the same time can also help opening the Asset up for Handler Rogers to use later if used properly.

On its knees, chest and face to the floor once more, ass raised in the air, the Asset surreptitiously watches through the corner of its eye how Handler Rogers crouches down behind it with the shiny gadget stowed in the crock of his armpit and a big bottle of [insert lube name here] in hand.

He uses plenty of the long lasting lubrication as he loosens the Asset enough with his fingers to allow the relatively slim collapsed head of the ass lock inside without any resistance. First one finger, then two, scissoring them and then moving on, working in three digits all the way. The entire process takes several minutes since Handler Rogers likes to be sure everything goes smoothly. By then the world around them is just a haze, the Asset completely lost in the pleasure.

Once the tip is finally pushed against the Asset's welcoming hole the metal isn't cold. A distant part of its mind concludes that Handler Rogers must have used his own body heat to warm it up. Its insides go even fuzzier at that thought, though it doesn't understand why; because he probably did it just so he wouldn't have to fight the involuntary clenching the chilly material would have caused.

Warm or cold, the Asset's body greedily swallows up the plug, stretched-out hole closing snuggly once more around the thin neck.

The whir of a tiny electric motor accompanying the expansive sensation of the blooming bulb brings a rough groan to the Asset's lips. The plug immediately comes to a stop. Sounding, strangely enough, just as affected Handler Rogers asks, “Are you in pain? Asset, you must tell me if you're in pain right now!”

The Asset shakes its head, negative.

“Are you sure?”- Handler Rogers sounds almost worried for a moment before his voice goes warningly stern -”I-I have no interest in waiting for your ass to heal a tear because you tried to take more than you can handle. Answer me truthfully, are you in pain?”

The Asset is not in pain. The knowledge of its body yielding to Handler Rogers's will is turning every movement and touch into ecstasy. Pain is, by far, the last thing on the Asset's mind.

“S...s-ir, the Asset is not i-in pain. It hu-mbly begs Handler Rogers...to let it serve him. Please, Sir?” The Asset clumsily attempt to placate, tongue seeming just as limp as every other muscle.

Handler Rogers is silent for another long moment, considering, before he comfortingly strokes up and down the Asset's thigh. “Alright, good job, Asset.”

The warm praise brings the Asset’s already erect cock to an aching need. And as the plug continues to slowly unfold, one of the three wings start pressing unyieldingly on the Asset's prostate, causing it to moan obscenely.

In a haze it realizes that it's leaking a steady string of precome on the floor. The Asset's silent vows to clean the mess up as soon as it is able is cut short as the ass lock settles into place.

The body’s involuntary reaction to the pleasure Handler Rogers brings it is unfortunately for naught because the next piece of the safety gear, the cock cage, is designed to prevent anyone from acting on those reactions, by preemptively stopping them from occurring.

Fingers brush down the Asset's taint towards it's balls. “Shit. Should’ve done this first,” Handler Rogers mutters. “Hey, Asset, think you can go without the cage today?” he questions lightly.

Cold hands grip the Asset's heart.

With no protection for its cock around other people, they might use it for their own pleasure by riding the Asset, penetrating themselves on it!
Or...or they might use it to do that...to others…

The thought prickles over its body like spider, it shudders. The Asset needs to be flaccid for this part. The possible consequences of going without the cage almost does the trick, but the Asset needs to get completely soft for the cage to fit.

“Please, sir. Permit the Asset to serve you, please…” the Asset can't say anything more than that, it isn’t allowed to ask for things, it isn’t allowed to question. But the Asset is weak, it can't handle being around other people without its safety gear, so it must beg.

“The ice, sir. Please, the ice. The Asset needs the cage, sir. It apologizes for its failure, sir,” it whimpers into the floor, once more leaking water through its eyes.

“Okay...I’m s-I’ll be right back.” Handler Rogers says, sounding so disappointed the Asset has to bite down on its tongue to stop itself from calling him back.

An hour seems to pass before Handler Rogers returns, though it was probably just a minute or two.

“Here's the ice, Asset. You sure this is what you want?” Handler Rogers crouches behind it once more, holding the ice in a folded cloth.

The Asset “wants” to belong to Handler Rogers and nobody else but him. The cage will make sure the Asset is safe, but for that it'll need the ice because it can't get soft enough on its own. Yes, the Asset is sure.

“Please, sir…”

“Okay.”

After an application of the towel wrapped ice the metal tube is closed tightly around the flaccid shaft, bending downwards, making it useless for any man or woman wishing to take it into themselves. The tight ring going around the base combined with the forward facing prongs on the inside of the tube makes it just as impossible to remove as the ass lock.

Handler Rogers has made sure his team knows the Asset is off limits, but he still has it wear these parts of the safety gear ,just to make sure, just in case anyone of them happens to forget that when he isn't looking.

Any attempts to circumnavigate the safety gear would simply render the Asset useless for sex but not necessarily permanently maimed. In the span of a day or two it would be healed enough to be of use to Handler Rogers again.

As the cage clicks shut the Asset unconsciously lets out a sigh; the sounds of both its own and foreign voices, begging for mercy, all fade away. Nothing bad will happen now, Handler Rogers will take care of his Asset.

When Handler Rogers first told it that he didn't want anybody else to use it he also gave it a mission to figure out and propose a feasible way to ensure that. An hour later the Asset had presented the idea of the ass lock and cage. Handler Rogers took some time to consider it, but in a week he asked Mr. Stark manufacture the pieces. Since then, the Asset has always worn them in addition to the safety gear when Handler Rogers takes it outside.

No Avengers team member has attempted to use the Asset behind Handler Rogers's back, no one has shown any interest, but that might change one day so it's best to be prepared.

The Asset kneels up straight again. Handler Rogers has that same vulnerable look in his eyes as he wipes the fluid from the Asset's face.

“It's okay, you’ve been so good for me. Just a few things left. I'm not upset with you for asking for the ice.”

Handler Rogers such a capacity for leniency and forgiveness it boggles the Asset's mind sometimes.

To make sure Hydra won't try using the trigger words when the Asset is out and vulnerable like this, Handler Rogers also had the ear phones made. The odds of someone infiltrating Stark Tower and reaching the Asset when it's outside of the apartment or bunker is still very low, but no chance is too small to risk it.

The tiny buds are placed deep inside the Asset's earcanal with a special tool. Once inside they are only removable with the same tool. They completely cut out any sound except for the select number of frequencies that matches Handler Rogers's voice. The rest of the world goes quiet, the only orders the Asset can hear are his. It is safe.

“Can you hear me, Asset?” Handler Rogers asks, the sound filtering letting his words through crisp and clear. It responds in an affirmative, unable to hear its own voice. Handler Rogers smiles, it's a beautiful thing. “Good job, Asset.”

The Asset's cock twitches in its cage, driven in vain by the praise. The heat returning to its belly curls in on itself with nowhere to go.

“Okay, last piece here. Raise your head for me.”- the Asset does. -”That's it, good job, Asset!”

The collar is thick and wide with soft padding. A dressing of black leather hides the reinforced steel wire core. Magnetically sealed clasps connected to a fingerprint scanner locks it around the Asset's throat.

The hidden electrodes of the shocking mechanism remain unused till this day, unlike before, nothing bad the Asset has ever done during its time in Handler Rogers's possession has ever warranted a tazing.

More important than anything are the words emblazoned in chrome-plated letters along the length of the collar:
PROPERTY OF STEVEN GRANT ROGERS.

The honor of wearing Handler Rogers's full name never grows any less exalting. The Asset would fall to its knees if it wasn't already on them. The collar doesn't stop the Asset from moving its neck like a posture collar would or impede its breathing like a choker, but with every turn, nod and swallow it is reminded again and again of the physical manifestation of Handler Rogers's mastery over it.

It is almost complete now, only thing missing is the leash, then it'll be ready to face the outside world without risking an incident. The Asset closes its eyes, breathes slowly in, holds it for a moment, before letting it go and looks back up with purpose at Handler Rogers's smiling face.

“Please, Sir. We are losing daylight, Sir.” It awaits judgement in silence, holding its breath once more.

Handler Rogers chuckles, “All right, Asset. Let's go.” He clips the leash and opens the door.

The Asset has a mission. It will do its best to fulfill that mission and please Handler Rogers. With warmth pooling in its belly, it breathes out slowly: this might turn out to be a good day after all.

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OMG. Taser collar?!

Poor Steve. His reluctance comes through nicely.

AA here,

There actually isn't any taser in the collar. It's just that when the Asset has worn a collar before it has always had a taser function.
Like, in the Asset's mind a collar always has a taser function because that is just how collars work, at least when in regards to the Asset.

It knows collars for dogs don't usually have a taser function, but a collar for the Asset always does. That simple.

Steve would NEVER EVER IN A MILLION TRILLION YEARS put a chock collar on Bucky or the Asset.

He doesn't know that the Asset believes that his collar has hidden elecrodes. It just never came up in a conversation because the Asset would never ask, it just assumed the collar is electric, and Steve would never guess it could have been a possibility.

The Asset wouldn't tell you, but it is very proud over the fact that Handler Rogers has never tasered it with the collar. At least it hasn't ever been that bad.
Handler Rogers's collar is the best collar.

Thanks for commenting!

SA, I didn't think he would but I thought maybe it had components, just nonfunctional so it can't ever be used to shock. I don't know if that's better or worse, it all being in the Asset's head.

Poor Steve!

I love everything about this (Cock cage! Ice! Muzzle! Collar! Leash!) But the thing that really got me here were the specialized ear plugs. I don't know why I find that the most heartbreaking- that he can only hear Steve and nothing and no one else, not even himself- but damn I do.

(And, oh god, poor Steve).

Awesome as always, thanks for the update!

AA here,

Well what would you do if you had a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist for a friend and the traumatized lethal husk of your one true love who happens to think that pit fighting dogs posses envious living conditions?

I would make lemonade out of that.

And the earplugs. Yes.
Just think what kind of world that would be, the only thing the Asset can hear is Handler Rogers's voice, nothing else.
I got the idea of sound canceling earphones from a commenter and put a little extra spin on it.

Thanks for commenting!

Oh what lovely toys and implements! The Asset must feel so safe!

I wonder how the others feel about seeing Steve walk around with Bucky like this....

AA here,

Yes! The Asset is the safest when only Handler Rogers can use it!

The others will have...constrained reactions. The avengers are in on the gig with Steve, but they haven't had as much time to "learn their roles" as he has.

Thanks for commenting!

That was my thought, too. And Tony made it, so at least some of them know.

DA, Can you imagine the awkwardness of that conversation and how miserable Steve must have been about the whole situation?

I love this!! It's so...heartwarming??

I love this so much!!! Looking forward to the sunbath :D

Love this story!

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