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

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AA here,

Sorry for the wait, just, please know that reading your comments have helped me tremendously with writing this thing, as well as other everyday things that I find challenging at times. I hope this story brings you all just as much relief as you give me.

Sexytimes ahead! Last stop before the Trash Train de-rails down into The Ravine of Dirtybadwrong Porn.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting.

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Being good for Handler Rogers is the only thing that matters.

“The Asset begs for forgiveness, sir. It will submit to Handler Rogers’s judgement,” it says, very careful not to break Rule Number One.

“No, no!” Handler Rogers calls, voice startlingly soft and broken. It turns back to those deep blue eyes that make up the Asset's entire world. “Come here, Asset. Let me hold you.” he reaches out towards it with a beckoning hand.

It tries to turn over onto its front to wiggle over to him. “Yes, good job. You did nothing wrong,” he assures as he gathers it up in his arms before it can squirm very far and sits it down in his lap.

They are both sticky and sun roasted with sweat, and Handler Rogers's chest is almost scorchingly hot against the Asset's right shoulder but still absolutely perfect. It tucks in under Handler Rogers's chin without thinking about it, and he just rubs the Asset's neck over the collar so it knows it's right where he wants it to be.

“It...it was just a bad dream-” Handler Rogers murmurs against the Asset's sweaty scalp.

So Handler Rogers had a nightmare about him again. It has been a while since the last time so the Asset almost forgot about it, forgot about him.

The Asset curls a little tighter as Handler Rogers goes on. “-But you helped snap me out of it. You did good…I know you're my Asset. I know…”

He trails off there, and the silence hangs heavy with sadness in the air. The Asset needs to do something to make Handler Rogers happy, like he was before he fell asleep and dreamt about him again.

It needs to be bold and surprise Handler Rogers somehow, he likes that. When a finger brushes over the muzzle-clasp at the back of the Asset's neck it gets an idea of what it could do.

“Permission to speak, sir?” The Asset asks.

“...Yes, permission granted,” Handler Rogers sighs in relief above it

“Permission to make a request, sir?”

“Permission granted, Asset. Good job,” he adds as his wonderful and strong hand kneads the back of its neck. Some of the warmth returns to its belly

“Sir, may-...may the Asset be of service to Handler Rogers right now?”

Handler Rogers's breath tickles the top of the Asset's head as he gasps and an unmistakable twitch in Handler Rogers's swimming shorts pokes the Asset in the hip.

“What…what did you have in mind, Asset?” Handler Rogers asks in a breathless and good way, the Asset hopes.

The Asset grinns behind the clear mask, turned away and hidden from view. “If Handler Rogers removed the Asset's muzzle he could use it's mouth…” Handler Rogers is silent for a moment “I-If it would please sir, of course,” it adds on to the end quickly.

Handler Rogers hums in consideration and scratches the Asset's scalp. He always likes it when the Asset tries to take the initiative.

“Please, sir? No one else is around. It's safe, correct?” The Asset pleads, suddenly not so sure anymore.

Handler Rogers huffs a warm laugh. “Yes, you're right. I gues it couldn't hurt with a little quickie.”

The Asset squirms, its cock makes itself known once more with a renewed throbbing ache in its tight metal prison.

Careful fingers unlatch the tiny mag-lock at the back of the Asset's neck and the muzzle falls off its face into Handler Rogers’s waiting hand.

The Asset works its jaw for a moment. “Sore?” Handler Rogers asks as he puts away the muzzle.

It shakes its head but throws a wary glance towards the elevator doors. “No, sir. Just warming up, sir.”

Handler Rogers hums fondly and tips the Asset's chin up with a finger to look it in the eyes.

Again Handler Rogers expression is soft and fragile and open like before, then he leans in and places a series of tiny little kisses on the Asset's cheeks, forehead, nose and chin.

The Asset shivers with the nearly overwhelming pleasure of the tender touch; Handler Rogers likes to show affection like this when he uses it. It's not necessary for the Asset, it would still serve him eagerly even without the kissing, but no matter how hard it tries, it can't deny how much it wants him to do it.

“Good job, Asset. You're being so good for me.” Those clever fingers comb through the Asset's hair, gently gripping and carding the long strands where the muzzle strap just sat, kneading some more at its scalp until the pleasure zing's down and up again all along its body. The Asset gasps and its hips twitch involuntary in a fruitless search for friction to its caged cock.

One of the hands disappears from the Asset's head and it gives a tiny whimper at the loss like an ungrateful dog, greedy for touch. The Asset barely notices where that hand trails off to though, distracted as it is from the sensations wracking its whole frame.

When Handler Rogers brushes its aching balls with a tender thumb the Asset practically howls.

“There we go, Asset...Just breathe...good job...How's that, any pain?” Handler Rogers asks, sounding distant and raw like his throat is full of gravel as the gracing thumb turns into the missing hand lovingly cupping the Asset's entire scrotum.

“N-no...pain t-to re-...report, sir...” The Asset moans from somewhere above the fuzzy clouds. If it was possible it would have ejaculated right then and there. But Handler Rogers hasn't given permission and even then it couldn't have with the cock cage on and sounding plug in. So the Asset simply rides that wave as it crashes impotently against the solid cliff-face of Handler Rogers's will.

The hand starts gently playing with the Asset's ballsack, rolling the orbs one at a time gently between his fingers. The Asset sobs at the sheer inconceivable ecstasy of it all, arching halfway out of Handler Rogers's lap chasing after that contact.

The hand still on the Asset's head, almost forgotten by this point, takes a steady grip on its hair and guides an ear to his lips with barely any force necessary. “Tonight, Asset-” He licks his lips, the hand starts massaging the back of the Asset's head. “-Tonight, I want you to plan what I'll do with this beautiful body. Something really nice, for you and me both, Asset. Think you can do that for me?”

Choking on air, the Asset can only nod, too breathless to answer verbally, water threatening to spill out of its eyes. This is unlike even the new request exercises. Handler Rogers is giving the Asset choice, a chance to use its extensive tactical experience to formulate a plan. A mission.

The Asset has a mission!

Primary Objective: Plan the night's recreational activities to ensure the most pleasurable experience possible for Handler Rogers.

No. Disregard that, for you and me both Handler Rogers had said.

Addendum to Primary Objective: Ensure the most pleasurable experience possible for Handler Rogers and the Asset. But prioritize Handler Rogers of course.

Angles of approach, calculation of utility and effort, necessary requisitions and a hundred other things whirling around the Asset's head all come to a stand still when it realizes that it is getting ahead of itself. It needs to service Handler Rogers first before it can start to plan for a privilege it's probably just going to fuck up and lose.

“May the Asset start to service Handler Rogers now?”

The small smile on Handler Rogers's face twitches and goes a bit crooked. “That's- yes...Yes, let's start.”

Handler Rogers sits it up so his legs spread and brackets the Asset. The hungry thing in its stomach does a double flip at the sight of the expectant erection tenting Handler Rogers's new swimming shorts like it did the old pair.

The Asset can't even drip pre-come to relieve the pressure anymore.

Its cock and ass are already plugged up, and very soon Handler Rogers will be inside its throat, he will fill it up completely and fully. Every hole stuffed to the breaking point; it will be perfect.

With hands trembling with excitement Handler Rogers pulls down the front of the light blue fabric to free his cock and let his balls hang over the elastic waistband.

The cock is just as beautiful as the rest of Handler Rogers. Long and thick, just a bit bigger than the Asset's own hard cock when not compressed within the solid steel shell of the cage. Like most things compared between the two of them.

With a sudden flash of heat to its face the Asset realizes it's actually drooling with how much it wants and needs to get Handler Rogers's cock down its throat.

“Permission to speak, sir?” It swallows down the excessive saliva with an audible gulp.

Handler Rogers breathes heavily, blue eyes intent on the Asset's. “Yes...Asset. Go ahead, permission...granted.”

“P-permission to make a request...sir?” It asks, doubting itself once more.

“Absolutely- I mean, yes, permission granted.” Handler Rogers says, sounding even more out of breath. His eyes flick involuntarily between the Asset's face and its pulsating cock cage that must be glowing red hot by now.

“Maybe...maybe sir could...hold the Asset? So that it doesn't overbalance and falls...maybe...sir…” It lowers its head, presenting the long strands of dark hair for Handler Rogers to get a good grip in.

“That's... that's a pretty good idea, Asset...Thank you for telling me,” Handler Rogers says, voice strangely wobbly in a way the Asset still can't identify but hopes mean something good.

The Asset shivers when Handler Rogers takes a perfectly painless but steady hold, tangling fingers in the sweat-slick locks at the back of its head. It wets its lips in anticipation.

Servicing Handler Rogers with its mouth is always a pleasant activity; he's never choked it to unconsciousness and makes sure to hold back just enough so the Asset doesn't throw up, because he doesn't enjoy causing it pain like that, unlike so many previous handlers.

Not to mention, Handler Rogers tastes delicious, better than ice cream on fruit-slushie, better that eggs and bacon on toast. The Asset can just barely recall a number of instances when it was restricted to a diet consisting solely of its handlers semen and other body fluids, so it could very well live off of Handler Rogers's cum if that's something he might want.

The scorching hot tip of Handler Rogers's cock touches the Asset's lips and everything else just fades away. There is only the Asset, Handler Rogers and his cock in a void so bright it's pitch black.

The hands holds the Asset just above the red mushroom head for a while, infinitely cruel. When they drop it an inch the Asset seals like a vacuum cleaner over the head, already gloriously wet with pre-come. Careful to cover its teeth it tries swirling the tongue and is rewarded with another inch as sweet moans emanating from the center of the universe urges it on.

Slowly but steadily the Asset works its way down, earning every fraction of an inch with faithful worship, tongue and lips working themselves raw, until Handler Rogers's cock hits the back of the Asset's throat and stops.

It knows what lies ahead, that deep sense of accomplishment, of true and proper service rendered to Handler Rogers, the fulfillment of its purpose, his touch at the center of the Asset's being. A feather’s weight dropped in that metaphorical scale towards salvation.

Only, it doesn't come. The hands holding the Asset's hair won't allow it to take any more.

Not even halfway there and Handler Rogers sees fit to deny it now, why? Has it displeased him somehow, failed him? The horror of that old freezing cold and burning electricity suddenly threaten to swallow the Asset whole like the yaws of a nightmarish beast.

The dread mounts for what seems like an eternity, the Asset's silent prayers for mercy going unheard within its head.

The hands, still so caringly gentle in their hold, starts to move the Asset back and it loses control, makes a desperate sound, a whimper that it can't hear for its own but knows Handler Rogers couldn't possibly miss.

Instead of punishment, the hands reverse without warning and pushes the Asset down, down, down with more than human strength.

There is an instant of pain as Handler Rogers breaches the Asset's throat, stretching the sensitive tissues there to just shy of the breaking point. It can't breath, airways plugged up just like the rest of it, filled up with cock and steel, and it's all Handler Rogers's. They are as one; handler and asset in perfect harmony.

With the Asset's nose crushed against Handler Rogers's pelvis, it gags around his cock, so deep inside, and Handler Rogers pulls it back up.

It gasps as fresh air cuts its windpipe like knives. “Thank y-” the Asset doesn't get any further before Handler Rogers plunges it down again just as fast. It doesn't try to say anything when he pulls it back a second time, just takes a quick breath and makes a gratefully helpless sound as he fucks its face, uses it for his own pleasure like the toy it is.

The most beautiful voice cries out in pleasure, and the Asset feels Handler Rogers's cum shoot down direction into its stomach with the impact of a shotgun blast.

It is one of the best feelings in the entire world.

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Reading this fic is the best feeling ever.

Any chance I could beg you to post this on AO3 when done? It's just too good to keep in the dumpster. Upcycle this to the larger fandom trash collective, PLEASE?

AA here,

Thank you so much! I'm happy you feel that way.

I have been posting a couple of fics on AO3 since I started writing Asset Management here, it sort of broke me out of my shy shell. I'm very flattered that you think this fic is worthy of such a thing, and now that you brought it up I must say that the thought is appealing to me. I might do that at some point.

This is EXCELLENT

AA here,

THANK YOU! YOU ARE AWESOME!

OP here. You are so good to us, authornon! Definitely seconding the request to have this up on AO3 so the rest of the fanworld can appreciate this quality fic.

The asset is so hypervigilant, Steve can't even pause in the middle of a blowjob without it panicking that it's fucked up and is going to be put into the freezer again. Poor bastard. Also I wonder how long it took Steve to break down and actually *use* its throat for his pleasure... how many begging apologies and panic attacks did it take before he realized that trying to be considerate during a blowjob was basically the equivalent of mental torture for the asset? How many times before he started to get used to it? :O

It gives me hope that the asset recognizes that what does the most for Steve is him taking initiative (even as he insists that he can't possibly be a real person). It even managed to break Steve out of his own panic spiral! Awww. Can't wait to to see what the asset is going to plan for the night, too. I love how sweetly hopeful it is that it gets to use its tactical planning skills and show off how good it is. Steve isn't going to know what hit him!

AA here,

>You are so good to us, authornon!

Aww! Thank you, that means so much! I'm just happy that people still follow along with this story and decide to comment after such a long time away.

>Definitely seconding the request to have this up on AO3 so the rest of the fanworld can appreciate this quality fic.

Would you mind helping me with the tags then? If I am going to post this there I want to make sure to give it the proper warnings and such. Re-posting might also give me the chance to go over the whole thing and fix spelling mistakes, etc, I always try to minimize the errors, but some still slip through and that's so embarrassing.

>The asset is so hypervigilant, Steve can't even pause in the middle of a blowjob without it panicking that it's fucked up and is going to be put into the freezer again. Poor bastard.

But it has to be good for him! It tries so hard even though it knows it can never be good enough, never like him.

>Also I wonder how long it took Steve to break down and actually *use* its throat for his pleasure... how many begging apologies and panic attacks did it take before he realized that trying to be considerate during a blowjob was basically the equivalent of mental torture for the asset? How many times before he started to get used to it? :O

A while, too many, according to the Asset, let's leave it at that.
Just know that when Steve finally broke, the Asset thought it had done something good for once as Handler Rogers pressed inside, and it got really excited!:D ...until it saw him crying afterwards.
It did not believe him when he said they were happy tears. X...[

>It gives me hope that the asset recognizes that what does the most for Steve is him taking initiative (even as he insists that he can't possibly be a real person).

Steve feels the same way even if the Asset does it to further its service to him. I't still progress, right? Steve would very much like to hope so, any way.

>It even managed to break Steve out of his own panic spiral! Awww.

Yes! And look what it got as a reward; yet another reminder why it will never be good enough for Handler Rogers! Though the chance to give a blow job to The Most Delicious Cock In Existence(tm) wasn't so bad.

>Can't wait to to see what the asset is going to plan for the night, too. I love how sweetly hopeful it is that it gets to use its tactical planning skills and show off how good it is.

THE ASSET IT EXCITED ALSO! As long as it can refrain from fucking up for the rest of the day, that is. So, you know, best not count your lash-marks before your whipping.

Steve isn't going to know what hit him!

>No, he won't! >:D

Thank You for Commenting! I love answering your questions!

Ok, I just read the whole thing and I have to say how amazing it is. I love that it's written from the Asset's POV, but we can still see the glimpses of how awful it is for Steve. I think my favourite thing, and by favourite I mean "the one that shatters my heart into a million tiny pieces", is how hopeful he gets when Bucky almost calls him by his name.

I think you did a wonderful job capturing the Asset's mind, and I also love reading your comments regarding the whole process and the other Avengers, it's great to have that insight into the author's mind.

Also, I'm thirding the request to post it on AO3 so I can bookmark it :D

AA here,

>Ok, I just read the whole thing and I have to say how amazing it is.

Thank you! I welcome you with open arms to this filthy little dumpster corner! It pleases me that you find the trash to your liking!

>I love that it's written from the Asset's POV, but we can still see the glimpses of how awful it is for Steve.

I try, thank you for noticing. It's a good thing the Asset doesn't though, right?

>I think my favourite thing, and by favourite I mean "the one that shatters my heart into a million tiny pieces", is how hopeful he gets when Bucky almost calls him by his name.

OMG! It warms my heart to hear you say that, and by warms I mean "wraps it up in a garrote wire and sets it on fire", it means more than I can say that you noticed that little thing!

Yes, the Asset was so out of it from the wonderful things Handler Rogers was doing to it that it completely lost itself, it does not know why it almost used Handler Rogers's name so casually. How embarrassing!

>I think you did a wonderful job capturing the Asset's mind, and I also love reading your comments regarding the whole process and the other Avengers, it's great to have that insight into the author's mind.

You flatter me too much! I'm glad you appreciate my random rambling responses.

Is there anything in particular you would like to know more about?

I'd be happy to tell you about anything, I have quite a lot of things planned out surrounding this fic, the avengers' opinions on the whole situation, headcanons about Steve's and Bucky's past, etc. But a lot of the "lore" is also spawned in the moment as I write it, though I try to stay consistent.

>Also, I'm thirding the request to post it on AO3 so I can bookmark it :D

Well, I guess I better get started then, wouldn't want to disappoint all these lovely people! ;P

DA but I want.....all the lore.

I just re-read the whole of this fic and man, it is still my favourite. Everything about this was so perfect. I love how needy and horny the asset is practically 100% of the time, how much he craves domination and how primed he seems to be to going into sub-space (or something like it?) the second Steve gives him an approving touch. I feel like this version of Bucky would basically go out of his mind if Steve actually touched him sexually, instead of just teasing him with all the hand-feeding and sunscreen-applying and leak-plugging and whatnot. Your kink is so my kink, authornon! I hope you continue this because it is just so good!

AA here,

Hi.
First of.
Thank you so much for leaving a comment even after such a long time since the last update!

I hit a bit of a slump of inspiration for this fic a while ago and then some shit happened that I won't go into. But please let me tell you that accidentally tripping over this page again and seeing the increased comment count gave me a small but wonderful heart attack.

I promise I haven't given up. This fic is pretty much my first baby who I will never give up on.

I already have some stuff for the next part written from before "life" happened "the last time". Reading your wonderful comment sparked that writing urge again and I swear I will do my best to fan that spark back into the raging inferno it once was. I am in a much better position to get back now so I believe it is possible.

Just, please, hang on there. I will be back.

THANK YOU!!!

DA, I am eagerly hoping for more too! (And posting to AO3 so I can find it again easier/rec it to everybody). I haven’t checked back on the trashmeme for a while and was so happy to see more of this. Wish life goes easier on you from here on out.

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