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

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Fill: Lake of Fire [4/4]

[(Anonymous)]

He gave the rookie a moment to take a few deep breaths before he said, “Help him up. Guess he’s a bit shaky right now.”

Rollins complied and helped the rookie get on his feet, visibly trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Get over here”, he said softly and guided him over to the table with the pile of unused tools he still eyed suspiciously. "Okay, good."

Then Rollins swept all that stuff off the table except for two metal cuffs, slammed the rookie down and cuffed his hands to the tabletop. All of it happened so fast that the rookie didn’t have a chance to fight back, and those cuffs could even hold down the fucking Winter Soldier when he had one of his unstable episodes, so there really wasn’t much the kid could do, except for the usual whining.

Rollins grabbed a bottle of lube from the pile of things he’d thrown to the ground, and unbuckled the rookie’s belt, getting close enough to make him feel his own erection pressed against his ass.

“No!”, the rookie shouted, panicking again, “Please, you --- you said you wouldn’t do that!”

“No”, Rumlow said nonchalantly and took another sip of his whiskey. “That’s what you said. And, turns out, you’re a very poor judge of character.”

The rookie continued whining as Rollins yanked his pants down and pulled out his belt, put it into his mouth and wrapped it around his head, clasping in in the back. Then he unbuckled his own belt, unzipped his fly and pulled out his rock-hard cock, turning so Rumlow could see it. Rumlow gasped softly, and Rollins smiled and blew him a kiss before he started applying the lube. Not too much of course, the rookie shouldn’t have it too easy, but he also wasn’t some super-soldier with some super-healing, and they didn’t want him to get ripped in half.

While Rollins was at it, the rookie tried to kick behind him, which must have been hard with damaged kneecaps, and it looked just as clumsy. Rollins reacted quickly and held him down, laying a hand around his throat and squeezing until he made a strangled noise.

“The more you fight back, the more it hurts”, he said, brought him into a position that was most comfortable for himself – and then he pushed his cock into his ass. The rookie screamed.

Rollins had made sure that they were in the right position so Rumlow could have a perfect view on both their faces and Rollins thrusting into the rookie from behind. The rookie kept screaming and crying and squirming, but Rollins violently held him down, a hard grip on his shoulders. That was Rumlow’s most beautiful view of the month: Rollins roughly fucking that kid, not even trying to hold back moans, while Lake of Fire was playing in the background. And this would go on for a while, Rollins had pretty decent stamina – unlike Rumlow, who felt like he could come in his pants just from watching this.

Rollins’s moans grew louder, he started shaking and closed his eyes for a second – a sign that he was close. But before he got there, he grabbed the rookie’s cock, hard from the stimuli, and started stroking him off. The rookie made the weirdest noise, and it didn’t take long until he came, spilling onto the floor. Rollins groaned, thrusting into him a few more times, and then he shouted “Fuck” and came too, shuddering and gasping and pushing the rookie onto the tabletop, and God, that was so fucking hot, and Rumlow was reminded of why he loved this man so much.

Rollins pulled out and put himself back into his pants, and without him giving the rookie support, he slid to the ground, his hands still stuck in the cuffs. A little out of breath, Rollins uncuffed him, and the rookie collapsed on the floor, whimpering and curling up into a ball, blood and come running out of his ass.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”, Rollins asked, and Rumlow almost laughed. Like Michael fucking Madsen.

Rollins gave him a while, then he knelt down next to him and unfastened the belt around his head, so he could whine a little louder – but he didn’t. Nothing more than quiet, shaking sobs. Rollins kicked him in the ribs – not hard, but it was enough to make him whimper.

“Look at the fucking mess you made”, he said and pointed at the stains of almost-dried come on the floor. “Now lick it off.”

The rookie didn’t move. Probably didn’t even hear the order, trapped too deep down in his own self-pity.

Rollins kicked him again. “I said. Lick it off.”

Very slowly, the rookie crawled over to the spot, but he made no move to bend down.

“Did I fucking stutter?”, Rollins asked and pushed his head down with his boot. “Lick.”

As soon as his tongue touched the ground, he started shaking and retched.

“Oh, fuck off”, Rollins muttered and kicked him in the stomach so precisely that he immediately threw up.

“You done?”, Rumlow asked when he had emptied what seemed to be his entire stomach onto the floor.

The rookie didn’t answer, still retching, and when he was done, Rollins seized him by the collar and dragged him over, until he laid hunched up in front of Rumlow’s feet.

“If you can’t clean up your own mess, you could at least clean your commander’s boots.”

Oh shit. Rollins knew him far too well.

“Jack, you’re killing me.”

Rollins smiled. “Always happy to”, he said and pressed a kiss to Rumlow’s cheek.

And then the rookie started licking his boots like his life depended on it, and, shit, Rumlow was so fucking weak for that kind of thing.

“Okay, that’s enough”, Rumlow said after a while, because he really didn’t want to come in his pants. “Put him back on the chair.”

The rookie whimpered a little when Rollins dragged him back, and whimpered a little more when he forced him to sit down – that shit surely hurt after being fucked open, but at least he’d stopped complaining. Rollins tied him up again, and Rumlow could see another kind of terror in his eyes. Was probably thinking about how versed Rollins was with the ropes, and wondering how often he’d already done that kind of thing.

When the rookie was tied up and gagged again, Rollins said, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back”, and returned to Rumlow, kissed him and got on his knees in front of him.

“Jack, you’re killing me”, Rumlow repeated as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, pulled down his pants and moved forward to give Rollins better access to his now painfully hard cock, already dripping with pre-come. He’d considered making the rookie suck him off, but no thank you, that kid obviously had zero experience, but making him watch was also thrilling.

Rollins absolutely knew what he was doing when he took his cock in his mouth and started using his tongue, and Rumlow was tempted to lean back and close his eyes, but he stared at the rookie instead. That kid looked pretty ruined by now, but that was not exactly what turned him on – it was the fact that Rollins had ruined him like this. Rumlow had always had a thing for competent people – that was probably the reason why he also had a huge boner for the Winter Soldier –, and deep down he was still a supervisor who would proudly look at his trainee’s good work.

Rumlow knew that it wouldn’t take long, and there was no point in holding back. He briefly looked down to Rollins and stroked his cheek, but he quickly returned his attention to the rookie who tried to avoid his gaze.

“Is there a problem?”, Rumlow asked, already feeling orgasm building up inside of him.

The rookie shook his head.

“Good. Thought you might be bothered about two men getting it on.”

The rookie shook his head again, more frantically this time, and Rumlow groaned as he got close and finally came. He allowed himself to close his eyes for a second, and then he looked down to Rollins who swallowed him down, a hand on his hip, so damn gently, and, God, he fucking loved this man.

Rollins let go, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then he climbed onto Rumlow’s lap to kiss him again, spreading his own taste across his mouth.

“Babe, you’re fucking gorgeous”, Rumlow whispered when Rollins pulled back, still out of breath.

Rollins smiled. “I know. But I think we still have work to do, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I think we do.”

Rumlow looked at the rookie again, saw him flinching, and Rollins got up and slowly approached the kid, back in his agent mode.

“So. Where were we?”

“The ear”, Rumlow helped him along.

The rookie started whining again.

“So, what did we agree on, was it the right ear or the left ear?”, Rollins asked.

“Honestly: I don’t know, you don’t know, the kid doesn’t know. To be really sure we get the right one, we should take both.”

The rookie’s face turned even paler than it already was.

“You’re a genius, Brock.”

The rookie started squirming and screaming behind the tape and frantically shaking his head again as Rollins pulled out the knife.

Rumlow poured himself another glass of whiskey and leaned back in his armchair while Take Me Home, Country Roads started playing. He knew that a good amount of fun was still waiting for them. And he also knew that no country roads would take the rookie home tonight.

Re: Fill: Lake of Fire [4/4]

[(Anonymous)]

I liked this so much more than I should, oopsie! Thank you for sharing, nonnie!