As soon as the purring engine of the Pontiac started up, Steve knew he was in trouble. The vibrations travelled through his body, and his attention was drawn unwillingly to his tender genitals. The scientists had eliminated the vibrating feature of the mechanical phallus weeks ago, after testing determined it had no discernable impact on collection efficiency. That didn’t mean it wasn’t pleasurable.
Steve pushed his face into his shoulder to stifle a groan. It had been so long since he’d gone for more than a few minutes without coming, and he hadn’t forgotten Dr. Keller’s dire warnings about the possibility of permanent damage if his balls weren’t drained on a strict schedule.
He cupped himself through the borrowed uniform pants and nearly moaned with relief. He’d have to take care of this himself, without any mechanical intervention. Perhaps if he did enough to empty his balls, he wouldn’t need to do it again for a while, and could hold out until they got somewhere private. Though Carter had already seen him hooked up to the machines, Steve didn’t want to impose on her any further.
Moving as quickly as he could, Steve turned so that his back was to the opening of the trunk, then unbuttoned his uniform pants and wriggled around until he could shove them down along with his skivvies. Once his hand was on his bare cock, however, he stalled. All of this had become so automatic in the lab, he wasn’t certain he could do it on his own. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself back there: the flat colors under the harsh lighting; the ozone and oil smell of machinery; the stale taste of recirculated air; the pressure of the leather straps against hist skin; the gentle rocking as the mechanical phallus thrust into him, never quite leaving his body; the gentle fullness of the gag filling his mouth; the delicious friction of the machine squeezing his cock. He bit back a startled gasp as he spurted over his hand, pumping out enough spunk to run down his fingers and pool on the floor of the trunk.
Steve couldn’t see in the complete darkness of the confined space, but he could well imagine how he must look: pants around his knees, desperately jerking himself off not fifteen minutes after he’d already come. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks, shame creeping in where he hadn’t felt it so keenly in weeks, maybe months. That didn’t mean his hand wasn’t already stroking his cock again.
Steve’s hand stilled on his cock as he heard voices-- perhaps they were passing through a checkpoint? He wasn’t certain how much longer they would leave him in the trunk, so he would have to make the most of this opportunity to relieve the pressure. His cock had barely hardened at all, which shouldn’t have been surprising given the near-constant stimulation he was used to. A few slow strokes had him teetering on the edge again. The car rumbled back to life, sending stronger vibrations through Steve’s body, and he spilled into his hand again.
He lost track of how many times he brought himself to climax during the drive, but his balls still felt swollen and tender, as if he’d made no progress at all in solving his overproduction problem. No matter how efficiently he tried to come, his natural abilities were no match for the technological capabilities of the setup the SSR had devised.
At last, the car eased to a stop, and the engine fell silent. At the sound of footsteps on gravel, Steve frantically pulled his pants back up and buttoned them. He shifted, turning a bit so he could see what was happening, but hopefully still blocking the cooling puddle of semen from view, and wiped his hand hastily on his pant leg.
Then came a jangle and a creak, and Stark was squinting down at him in the pale light of the moon. “You ok, Rogers?” He wrinkled his nose. “What’s that--” His eyes widened in realization. “Oh. You need a rag or something?” he asked as he lifted the crates out of the way to let Steve clamber out.
“It’s fine,” Steve said, glad the low light hid most of his blush. “Any trouble getting us out?”
“Uh, no.” Stark gave the inside of the trunk a quick glance, then slammed it shut. “And no followers, either.”
Steve looked up and down the road, a tree-lined blacktop expanse with no buildings in sight. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so far from civilization. The crisp fall air swirled around them, carrying dry leaves in little eddies along the road and, Steve hoped, blowing away any lingering smell of sex.
“We’re headed for a private airfield 40 miles north of here,” Carter explained as she shifted some gear around in the back seat of the car. Steve’s eyes widened as he realized that would mean being confined in a car with her for an hour or more. He glanced at Stark, who looked back at him and sighed.
Then Stark clasped his hands behind his back to hide his fidgeting. “Ms. Carter, I’m starting to think you shouldn’t come along.”
“The hell I won’t.” She whirled on Stark, hands on her hips. “Were you planning to leave me on the side of the road here?”
“It’s not like that,” Stark muttered. “I just don’t want to trip to get uncomfortable.”
“Am I taking up too much room in your vehicle?” The venom in her voice made Steve flinch, and he knew he couldn’t let Howard take all the blame for what he was trying to do.
“Agent Carter… It’s my fault,” Steve said, and faced the full force of her suspicious glare. “I’m… That is, I’ve…” He clenched his fists at his side to keep himself from reaching again for his dick, now aching in the too-tight confines of his pants.
“Listen.” Stark stepped closer to Carter, lowering his voice. “They’ve been pumping him full of experimental drugs for weeks now, and they’ve got him on a strict schedule. To make sure he doesn’t hurt himself, he may have to, uh, produce some samples during the trip.”
“Oh.” Carter’s glare subsided into a thoughtful silence. “I see. Well, it’s no worse that what I’ve seen before. My sensibilities are not offended.” Then she looked at Steve. “Though, Captain Rogers, if you’d rather have the privacy--”
“It’s fine, Agent Carter.” It wasn’t fine, of course, but Steve didn’t see an alternative. They certainly couldn’t leave her here alone in the middle of nowhere. And she was right, after all. She and Stark had seen him in the lab more than once, naked and trussed up like a Christmas goose, so a little discreet relief shouldn’t be too much of a violation of Carter’s dignity. “It won’t be a problem.”
“Suit yourself.” Carter wrenched open the door of the car and gestured inside. “We had best get moving.”
Good to the Last Drop (10/?)
Steve pushed his face into his shoulder to stifle a groan. It had been so long since he’d gone for more than a few minutes without coming, and he hadn’t forgotten Dr. Keller’s dire warnings about the possibility of permanent damage if his balls weren’t drained on a strict schedule.
He cupped himself through the borrowed uniform pants and nearly moaned with relief. He’d have to take care of this himself, without any mechanical intervention. Perhaps if he did enough to empty his balls, he wouldn’t need to do it again for a while, and could hold out until they got somewhere private. Though Carter had already seen him hooked up to the machines, Steve didn’t want to impose on her any further.
Moving as quickly as he could, Steve turned so that his back was to the opening of the trunk, then unbuttoned his uniform pants and wriggled around until he could shove them down along with his skivvies. Once his hand was on his bare cock, however, he stalled. All of this had become so automatic in the lab, he wasn’t certain he could do it on his own. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself back there: the flat colors under the harsh lighting; the ozone and oil smell of machinery; the stale taste of recirculated air; the pressure of the leather straps against hist skin; the gentle rocking as the mechanical phallus thrust into him, never quite leaving his body; the gentle fullness of the gag filling his mouth; the delicious friction of the machine squeezing his cock. He bit back a startled gasp as he spurted over his hand, pumping out enough spunk to run down his fingers and pool on the floor of the trunk.
Steve couldn’t see in the complete darkness of the confined space, but he could well imagine how he must look: pants around his knees, desperately jerking himself off not fifteen minutes after he’d already come. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks, shame creeping in where he hadn’t felt it so keenly in weeks, maybe months. That didn’t mean his hand wasn’t already stroking his cock again.
Steve’s hand stilled on his cock as he heard voices-- perhaps they were passing through a checkpoint? He wasn’t certain how much longer they would leave him in the trunk, so he would have to make the most of this opportunity to relieve the pressure. His cock had barely hardened at all, which shouldn’t have been surprising given the near-constant stimulation he was used to. A few slow strokes had him teetering on the edge again. The car rumbled back to life, sending stronger vibrations through Steve’s body, and he spilled into his hand again.
He lost track of how many times he brought himself to climax during the drive, but his balls still felt swollen and tender, as if he’d made no progress at all in solving his overproduction problem. No matter how efficiently he tried to come, his natural abilities were no match for the technological capabilities of the setup the SSR had devised.
At last, the car eased to a stop, and the engine fell silent. At the sound of footsteps on gravel, Steve frantically pulled his pants back up and buttoned them. He shifted, turning a bit so he could see what was happening, but hopefully still blocking the cooling puddle of semen from view, and wiped his hand hastily on his pant leg.
Then came a jangle and a creak, and Stark was squinting down at him in the pale light of the moon. “You ok, Rogers?” He wrinkled his nose. “What’s that--” His eyes widened in realization. “Oh. You need a rag or something?” he asked as he lifted the crates out of the way to let Steve clamber out.
“It’s fine,” Steve said, glad the low light hid most of his blush. “Any trouble getting us out?”
“Uh, no.” Stark gave the inside of the trunk a quick glance, then slammed it shut. “And no followers, either.”
Steve looked up and down the road, a tree-lined blacktop expanse with no buildings in sight. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been so far from civilization. The crisp fall air swirled around them, carrying dry leaves in little eddies along the road and, Steve hoped, blowing away any lingering smell of sex.
“We’re headed for a private airfield 40 miles north of here,” Carter explained as she shifted some gear around in the back seat of the car. Steve’s eyes widened as he realized that would mean being confined in a car with her for an hour or more. He glanced at Stark, who looked back at him and sighed.
Then Stark clasped his hands behind his back to hide his fidgeting. “Ms. Carter, I’m starting to think you shouldn’t come along.”
“The hell I won’t.” She whirled on Stark, hands on her hips. “Were you planning to leave me on the side of the road here?”
“It’s not like that,” Stark muttered. “I just don’t want to trip to get uncomfortable.”
“Am I taking up too much room in your vehicle?” The venom in her voice made Steve flinch, and he knew he couldn’t let Howard take all the blame for what he was trying to do.
“Agent Carter… It’s my fault,” Steve said, and faced the full force of her suspicious glare. “I’m… That is, I’ve…” He clenched his fists at his side to keep himself from reaching again for his dick, now aching in the too-tight confines of his pants.
“Listen.” Stark stepped closer to Carter, lowering his voice. “They’ve been pumping him full of experimental drugs for weeks now, and they’ve got him on a strict schedule. To make sure he doesn’t hurt himself, he may have to, uh, produce some samples during the trip.”
“Oh.” Carter’s glare subsided into a thoughtful silence. “I see. Well, it’s no worse that what I’ve seen before. My sensibilities are not offended.” Then she looked at Steve. “Though, Captain Rogers, if you’d rather have the privacy--”
“It’s fine, Agent Carter.” It wasn’t fine, of course, but Steve didn’t see an alternative. They certainly couldn’t leave her here alone in the middle of nowhere. And she was right, after all. She and Stark had seen him in the lab more than once, naked and trussed up like a Christmas goose, so a little discreet relief shouldn’t be too much of a violation of Carter’s dignity. “It won’t be a problem.”
“Suit yourself.” Carter wrenched open the door of the car and gestured inside. “We had best get moving.”