He should have kept his mouth shut, but…Steve. Think of Steve. “….Steve,” He strained against his bonds, angling his body the best he could towards his lover. If this was any other situation, Steve would have blushed. He did look attractive, arms above his head, in a predicament, begging…. But there was a knife involved, and multiple men with the specific interest in making sure they would not be alright.
They had started consent play recently, to help Bucky deal with his trauma. Negotiated ‘rape’. If it was up to Steve, he wouldn’t have. He was more into enthusiastic consent, so the first part weirded him out, but the ‘No, no, no! Yes, Yes! Yes!” dynamic seemed to be soothing for the other. To be out of control, but safe…
….And in the throws of being pinned down and taken, after the initial scene, Bucky would tell him how wonderful he was, he was meant for “just you, only you. Never anyone else” And kiss him with that hot mouth, that dirty mouth. Steve’s heart ached.
Bucky grunted as someone dragged a knife over his skin. His hair prickled. Steve, think of Steve. He breathed and tried to chuckle, rolling his eyes at the hydra agent, “Are you trying to scare me? Because now I’m turned on,” It wasn’t his fault. Think of Steve. Think of Steve. Think of all the times with Steve. This isn’t real. This is all planned.
A false front. Steve could tell he was scared. But Bucky’s dick reacted. Steve wanted to throw that hydra agent across the room, cut the other down, and run. But how to get free…
They hydra agent smirked at him and traced the knife down to his briefs, sliding it between the elastic and his skin. Cutting down to the leg hole caused them to pop and slip down. Intact leg hole catching on the muscular bulge of Bucky’s thigh.
Somebody licked his neck, attempting to draw his attention from Steve.
“Come on now, give us nice kiss for Captain America to see,” The agent pressed his lips to Bucky’s. Bucky froze, accepting the kiss but not opening his mouth to comply.
“That wasn’t very nice, have you forgotten what to do? Brain damaged still? If we give you a couple smacks will that get ya going again,” The handler jostled his face. Bucky let himself be moved.
Too scared for a snarky retort. Steve would have never been too scared to stop fighting…. Steve. He didn’t have his programming anymore. Why. Why.
Hand’s wrapped around his genitals, “At least muscle memory hasn’t faded.” The asset’s cock grew in his hand. “You’re like Pavlov’s dog, you know what’s coming next,”
“Aren’t you happy we let you keep these?” The handler wrenched the asset’s balls away from his body. Bucky whimpered as a clamp was applied, pulling his testicles taunt. “I think you enjoy us torturing them as much as we do, but we don’t want you enjoying this too much,” The hand twisted and Bucky shuddered.
Bucky bit his lip. The weight was uncomfortable, and would only would get worse as he was fucked and it was jostled. This was not something he could relate to Steve. It was too weird to bring up. It was…. It was…..
“Who’s going to fuck him first?” More agents had gradually come in the door, Steve assumed they had been watching on cameras, deciding it was close enough to the ‘good part’ to be worthwhile. He clenched his fist, wanting to knock out every single one of them.
Fingers were roughly shoved into him, more to feel him out than actual prep. He tried to relax. They buckled a choke collar around his neck. The man wrapped it around his knuckles and gave it a playful pull. Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head as air supply and blood flow was diminished.

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