Steve knew he had to be in a dream, because everything around him was drained of color, the way it had always been before Erskine’s serum had turned the world sharp with more hues than Steve knew could exist. There were lights flashing in his eyes-- stage lights?-- and he couldn’t tell what lay beyond them. He looked down to discover that he was bound to the metal exam table, strapped down with his legs spread wide in stirrups. The machines were already beginning to work him over, thrusting into his slicked ass and suctioning around his hard cock.
Pleasure rushed through Steve, erasing the discomfort of the restraints. He couldn’t hold back a guttural moan. To his surprise, the moan echoed back at him, as if amplified a hundred times. On the heels of that sound came a wave of applause. Steve could feel himself blush, but nothing could stop the grunts and moans that escaped him as the machines did their work.
“Ladies and gentlemen, isn’t this one a fine specimen?”
Steven turned his head to see Howard Stark, dressed in a sharp suit and a top hat like a ringmaster’s, standing in front of a microphone. Beyond him, Steve recognized the exhibition hall of the Stark Expo. The floor was packed with a cheering audience, some eating peanuts or popcorn, some simply staring at Steve with the expressions of children watching an exotic animal at the zoo.
“The super soldier of the future! Now sure, you might think he’d be off fighting old Adolph or protecting our men at the front, but no, folks. This is all he’s good for. What do you think, shall we see how much he can take?”
The crowd roared their approval. Steven gasped as the machines sped up, thrusting into him and milking his cock at a punishing speed. He looked out at the audience, who kept up their clapping and cheering. Towards the front of the crowd, Steve caught sight of Bucky. He wore a sly grin and his Army uniform with his hat at a jaunty angle, just as Steve had seen him last. The woman holding Bucky’s arm tugged at his sleeve, and Bucky leaned down to listen. Steven saw with a start that it was the dark-haired nurse. She pointed up at the stage, at Steve, and said something into Bucky’s ear. They both laughed.
The machine in Steve’s ass began to vibrate then, jolting Steve’s awareness back to his body. He shouted, and heard the sound echo back at him, followed by more cheering. The pleasure mingled with pain as Steve squirmed in his restraints. He wanted to come, needed to come, but pressure just kept building, coiling inside him like an over-tightened spring.
The machines increased their speed again, and an agonized shout escaped Steve. Howard Stark, saying something into his microphone, paid Steve no mind. Steve’s cock, his balls felt as if they might burst. This was too much, was not what he’s signed up for, couldn’t be why Erskine had recruited him. “Stop,” he cried, and looked out to the crowd to see Bucky and the nurse still laughing. “Stop!”
Steve sat bolt upright in his bunk. The grey, featureless walls of his tiny room and the green, standard-issue blanket reassured him he was back in the waking world. It took Steve another moment to realize that the pain had followed him. His balls ached fiercely, and he was fully hard, his erection straining at the front of his boxers.
He reached down to feel, then pulled his hand away with a hiss of pain. His balls were swollen and hot to the touch, throbbing relentlessly with Steve’s pulse. Steve gripped his teeth and eased a hand inside his shorts to grip his shaft. Surely this was a lingering effect from the dream. If he could just make himself come--but the first stroke jostled his tender sack, and he doubled over with pain.
Then Steve remembered the injection that Dr. Keller had given him last night. It was supposed to “aid in material collection,” though he hadn’t explained exactly how. He had mentioned there might be some discomfort, and to notify the medical staff immediately if he noticed anything unusual. Steve figured this counted. He’d learned his lesson after the last time Stark admonished him for not speaking up.
Moving gingerly, Steve got out of bed and put on his uniform. Even the slight compression of his balls in his pants brought tears to his eyes, and he had to hold still and breathe until the pain settled down to a barely manageable ache. He shuffled awkwardly down the hall, keeping his legs as far apart as possible, to report to the lab.
Good to the Last Drop (5/?)
Pleasure rushed through Steve, erasing the discomfort of the restraints. He couldn’t hold back a guttural moan. To his surprise, the moan echoed back at him, as if amplified a hundred times. On the heels of that sound came a wave of applause. Steve could feel himself blush, but nothing could stop the grunts and moans that escaped him as the machines did their work.
“Ladies and gentlemen, isn’t this one a fine specimen?”
Steven turned his head to see Howard Stark, dressed in a sharp suit and a top hat like a ringmaster’s, standing in front of a microphone. Beyond him, Steve recognized the exhibition hall of the Stark Expo. The floor was packed with a cheering audience, some eating peanuts or popcorn, some simply staring at Steve with the expressions of children watching an exotic animal at the zoo.
“The super soldier of the future! Now sure, you might think he’d be off fighting old Adolph or protecting our men at the front, but no, folks. This is all he’s good for. What do you think, shall we see how much he can take?”
The crowd roared their approval. Steven gasped as the machines sped up, thrusting into him and milking his cock at a punishing speed. He looked out at the audience, who kept up their clapping and cheering. Towards the front of the crowd, Steve caught sight of Bucky. He wore a sly grin and his Army uniform with his hat at a jaunty angle, just as Steve had seen him last. The woman holding Bucky’s arm tugged at his sleeve, and Bucky leaned down to listen. Steven saw with a start that it was the dark-haired nurse. She pointed up at the stage, at Steve, and said something into Bucky’s ear. They both laughed.
The machine in Steve’s ass began to vibrate then, jolting Steve’s awareness back to his body. He shouted, and heard the sound echo back at him, followed by more cheering. The pleasure mingled with pain as Steve squirmed in his restraints. He wanted to come, needed to come, but pressure just kept building, coiling inside him like an over-tightened spring.
The machines increased their speed again, and an agonized shout escaped Steve. Howard Stark, saying something into his microphone, paid Steve no mind. Steve’s cock, his balls felt as if they might burst. This was too much, was not what he’s signed up for, couldn’t be why Erskine had recruited him. “Stop,” he cried, and looked out to the crowd to see Bucky and the nurse still laughing. “Stop!”
Steve sat bolt upright in his bunk. The grey, featureless walls of his tiny room and the green, standard-issue blanket reassured him he was back in the waking world. It took Steve another moment to realize that the pain had followed him. His balls ached fiercely, and he was fully hard, his erection straining at the front of his boxers.
He reached down to feel, then pulled his hand away with a hiss of pain. His balls were swollen and hot to the touch, throbbing relentlessly with Steve’s pulse. Steve gripped his teeth and eased a hand inside his shorts to grip his shaft. Surely this was a lingering effect from the dream. If he could just make himself come--but the first stroke jostled his tender sack, and he doubled over with pain.
Then Steve remembered the injection that Dr. Keller had given him last night. It was supposed to “aid in material collection,” though he hadn’t explained exactly how. He had mentioned there might be some discomfort, and to notify the medical staff immediately if he noticed anything unusual. Steve figured this counted. He’d learned his lesson after the last time Stark admonished him for not speaking up.
Moving gingerly, Steve got out of bed and put on his uniform. Even the slight compression of his balls in his pants brought tears to his eyes, and he had to hold still and breathe until the pain settled down to a barely manageable ache. He shuffled awkwardly down the hall, keeping his legs as far apart as possible, to report to the lab.