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Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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A/N: Warning, there's some ableism/eugenics-ish comments in here. Plus the usual trash, of course.
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Nurse Gilbert, the blond one with the kind smile, was on duty. Making sympathetic noises as Steve’s evident distress, she instructed him to remove his clothes. There was a time when Steve might have felt self-conscious, undressing in front of a lady, even if she was a nurse, but this woman had seen and touched all of Steve’s most intimate parts. He stripped as efficiently as he could, trying not to jostle his heavy, swollen balls.

Once he was naked, she helped him lie on the metal table and put his feet in the stirrups. His cock and balls still throbbed painfully, but at least naked and spread this way, they weren’t bearing any more pressure than they had to. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, and Steve nodded slowly, careful not to move any more than absolutely necessary.

Dr. Keller bustled into the room, followed by two assistants, also wearing lab coats. Steven wanted to apologize for inconveniencing these people in the middle of the night, but no one addressed him or even looked him in the eye. Nor did Dr. Keller consult the nurse about what the problem was, instead stepping up to the end of the table and raking his eyes over Steve’s body: his swollen balls, the thin sheen of sweat on his chest, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Davies, take notes,” he instructed, and one of the assistants stepped up with a pen and clipboard. “Testes are visibly enlarged. Subject seems to be experiencing a high pain level, but remains erect.” Keller leaned in, cupped a hand around Steve’s scrotum and squeezed. Steve couldn’t contain the scream that poured out of him. Dr. Keller gave him a sharp glare, then turned to the nurse. “Gags and restraints, please.”

Nurse Gilbert gave Steve a brief glance and a sympathetic smile before she began buckling down the leather restraints. The gag she fastened over his mouth was the wide leather strap they’d begun using for the more strenuous material collection sessions: less uncomfortable than the rubber bit they’d previously made him wear the past few weeks, but more effective at muffling sound. Steve tried to pay attention to the doctor, since no one seemed inclined to tell him what was going on.

Dr. Schroder had arrived, and was standing with Keller between Steve’s spread legs, leaning in to examine him. “The ejaculate volumizer is working much more quickly than we realized.”

“Must have something to do with the enhanced metabolism. We’ll need to create a more frequent collection schedule to make sure too much pressure doesn’t build up.” Keller sighed impatiently. “Last thing we need is a ruptured testicle. That would create significant delays.”

“In the meantime, we need to induce an orgasm. Should we use the machine?”

Keller reached out and grabbed Steve’s hard cock, causing him to scream again, this time into the gag. “As I suspected, manual stimulation is painful. The weight of the suctioning apparatus is out of the question if we want to preserve all the sex organs intact.”

“Then perhaps it’s time to implement the electroejaculation procedure,” said Schroder. “Has it been sufficiently tested?”

“Only one way to find out,” Keller replied. “Johnson, bring the prototype Dr. Mayer has been working on. Nurse, lubricate the rectum and make certain the passage is sufficiently slack. We’ll need room to maneuver the probe. And make sure the monitoring equipment is in place. We’ll want to compare this data with baseline readings. Do that first. Ah, Nurse Rathjen, you’re here.”

The dark-haired nurse, Rathjen, appeared at the side of the exam table. She placed a hand on Steve’s bare shoulder and gave him a narrow smile that didn’t warm her eyes. He had to look away; the image from his dream, of her and Bucky laughing together, was too fresh.

“You can get him prepped,” Keller said. The nurse nodded and, with a quick squeeze to Steve’s shoulder, turned away.

Keller and Schroder moved off, discussing the new procedure they planned to attempt. Steve couldn’t imagine objecting to whatever solution they presented. He would agree to anything that would ease the maddening pressure that seemed to grow every minute. Of course, they hadn’t asked for his agreement.

Nurse Rathjen returned with a tray and a stool, and settled between Steve’s legs, where she could work and still see his face. “Now, relax. This is just the usual procedure.” Her cool, slick fingers rubbed at Steve’s entrance, a welcome distraction from the throbbing pain. With her other hand, she pushed Steve’s heavy sack out of the way, and he howled into his gag. The other staff ignored him, but she frowned at him, contrite.

“Does it hurt? I’m very sorry. Try to focus on something else. For instance, have you wondered what they’ll do with all this semen they collect from you? I’ve heard they’re trying to distill a new version of Dr. Erskine’s serum. That’s why the need larger volumes, you know, to use in various experiments. But if that doesn’t work, I imagine they’ll create new super soldiers the old fashioned way.” She pushed her fingers further into Steve, rotating them to loosen the muscle.

“Why, what patriotic young woman wouldn’t volunteer to carry the next generation of super soldiers?” she continued. “I think there’d be great demand for the privilege. Me, for example. I’m not married, and I think any son of ours would be quite handsome, don’t you?” She gave him a brief, flirtatious smile even as she added another finger and pressed deeper inside him.

Steve tried to look elsewhere, to find somewhere else to focus his attention, but there was nothing but the agonizing throb in his genitals and the pleasurable stretch of the nurse’s fingers inside him. He gritted his teeth behind the gag and concentrated on breathing deeply through his nose.

“Then again, there’s always the possibility that the serum won’t translate on a genetic level, and any children that resulted would be like you were before the serum: sickly and weak. I hope you don’t mind my saying so, but such children end up being a burden to everyone around them.” She spread her fingers and rotated her wrist, stretching him wide. Steve stretched his neck back to the limit of the restraints, trying to block out the sensation of her touch. He didn’t want this woman to be giving him pleasure.

“But in any case, most likely that will be a question for you and the future Mrs. Rogers.” She withdrew her fingers to apply more lubricant, and then pressed again at his entrance, this time apparently with four fingers, pressing relentlessly inside him. “Do you think it will be strange for her, knowing that so many people have touched you so intimately?”

Steve made a small noise of protest into the gag, and once again had to push away the mental image of Bucky’s face in the crowd together with this woman, laughing at him.

“Of course, lots of men sow their wild oats in their youth, but this is a rather extreme case.” She rotated her hand and pushed forward, and Steve felt the ridge of her knuckles as her whole hand slid into him, creating such a feeling of fullness and pressure that there was no room in his brain to sort pain from pleasure.

“Will it be odd, I wonder, when she’s touching you, to think about all of us doing the same? Like all the times I’ve had my fingers inside you, or made you come? Or suppose, since you’re used to the stimulation of all these machines, that she can’t pleasure you at all. Wouldn’t that be strange?”

Steve whined into his gag, unable to do anything more, or think of anything he might do, with the relentless sensations of throbbing pain and her hand moving inside of him, and he could hear in his mind this woman’s laughter mingled with Bucky’s easy, throaty chuckle.

“We’re ready for the procedure now.” Keller had appeared beside the table, and Steve opened his eyes and focused on him like a lifeline, something real in what had begun to seem like a nightmare.

“Yes, doctor.” Nurse Rathjen slowly eased her hand from Steve, giving a last lingering twist at the widest part of her fist to stretch the rim of his hole to its limit. The flash of pain made Steve jerk reflexively, setting off a chain reaction of hurt as his other sensitive parts were jostled. She didn’t seem to notice, placing her equipment on a tray and carrying it away.

“Nurse Gilbert, be ready with the specimen container,” Keller said. “Hales, plug in those electrodes just there. That’s right. Now, stand back. No one should be in contact with the subject, to avoid being shocked. Dr. Schroder, you’ll activate the current at my signal.”

The others bustled around to do their parts, and Nurse Gilbert appeared at Steve’s side with an open glass jar. Keller settled onto the stool where Nurse Rathjen had sat. Steve couldn’t see the machine they were using, but the cool, blunt length he pressed inside Steve felt heavy, like perhaps it was made of metal. It wasn’t as thick as the nurse’s wrist, so it wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly.

Keller moved the thing smoothly and slowly, and Steve felt immensely grateful for the care not to cause further pain. Keller angled the probe expertly, maneuvering it in minute gradations until he gave a satisfied nod. “All right, Dr. Schroder. Now.”

Schroder flipped a switch, and Steve’s consciousness lit up with agony. The probe sent an electric shock through his body, causing a violent convulsion that shook him against the restraints and sent his heavy, sensitive balls bouncing painfully. He felt his cock twitch along with the rest of him, but it wasn’t until he pried his eyes open and saw Nurse Gilbert lifting a half-full sample jar that he realized he had come.

Steve’s mind spun dizilly as he stared at it. There’d been no pleasure in that for him, nothing like the satisfying feel of an orgasm, which held something good even at its most painful, at the end of a long session, wrung out and exhausted and coming dry. This was simply mechanical, as if he himself were a machine that the doctors used to produce semen.

“Excellent,” said Keller. He left the probe where it was and turned to Schroder. “Considering the build-up that’s occured, I estimate we’ll need to induce ejaculation half a dozen more times, give or take, before it will be feasible to return to standard collection methods. But I’m very pleased with the increase in volume.”

“Yes, the injection seems to have been a great success. Well done indeed,” said Schroder. “Now, we’ll need more sample jars.”

Their conversation faded to a low background buzz. Steve’s body rang with shock. Every part of him ached. It was possible the throbbing pain in his balls had decreased, or perhaps it only seemed less agonizing in comparison to a whole body’s worth of screaming nerves. Distantly, he felt the probe slide out and Dr. Keller’s fingers push into him.

“Fine, fine. No damage.” Keller re-inserted the probe and moved it about, more confidently and less carefully this time. “In subsequent rounds we’ll need to be diligent in avoiding a surface burn. I don’t want to have to delay today’s scheduled collection session. But we’re ready to go again.”

Steve tried to register a protest, grunting urgently into his gag, but no one so much as glanced at him. “Now,” Keller said, and the pain consumed him.

I discovered this fic this morning, and now I'm obsessed - i've been checking back for updates every couple of hours! Loving it!

:D :D :D That's really great to hear. -A!A

hnnngh, what happens when Bucky finds out about all this?

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Rathjen is evil. She has to be Hydra. I love how this is getting closer and closer to a nightmare. Now there's not even any pleasure in it and that last line definitely crossed the dubcon to noncon threshold.

Please more soon?

Yeah, she is not nice. And I mean, I'm not saying she has a thing for squids and a cyanide tooth, but I'm not NOT saying it... - A!A

I LOVE this, so glad it's still being updated. It's escalated to blatantly non-con now where before it was definitely dub-con and it's fantastic. The fact that Steve is not getting any enjoyment at all in this part is fantastic, but that being said I hope it will go back to being very pleasureable for him once they figure out the whole excess semen thing, as the whole 'guilty enjoyment and losing control' thing was pretty fucking hot. Loved the dream sequence, and the whole thing is just so deliciously fucked up - well done!

Eeeeee, thank you so much! Yeah, Steve is good at being stoic in the face of pain, but I think being stoic in the face of pleasure is more out of his comfort zone. We'll see what comes of that! - A!A.

Maybe the scientists will modify Steve to the point that he's always on the brink of orgasm, as that would be much more efficient for them. Which would mean that he's experiencing huge amounts of pleasure 24/7 and basically can't function. The scientists barely speak to him anyway but when they do he's drooling and takes ages to answer coherently. Probably keeps apologising, poor thing. It probably gets too much for him, and when they don't get him strapped in quick enough when he's particularly worked up he'll just drop down and start humping someone's leg, or the edge of the bed. And they'll all just be like "again? *sigh* nurse, stop him please, we can't afford to lose any samples on commander Williams' trouser leg." Poor Steve is probably so incredibly embarrassed, but he can't control himself anymore. Maybe they put a cock cage on him during the day so he'll stop touching himself so much, which results in him whining and whimpering on the bed, cock drooling and twitching but no way of release until they hook him up.

OMG, an anal plug as well!! So they don't have to waste time stretching him every time

Holy shit love the fisting! They'll probably have to keep putting bigger and bigger things in him as time goes on, as his anus is getting used to the stretching and they need to keep him full to the brink to keep the maximum amount of pleasure (and efficiency) for the collection. So... ridiculously large dildos? A grown man's arm? A permanent floor fixture that they have to lower him onto?

Yay fisting! And yeah, they probably didn't realize they were going to start having to get jumbo attachments for Stark's fucking machine... kind of awkward to explain to the quartermaster... - A!A

Love it!
Another method they could try would be electrodes on the head, as orgasm happens in the brain! OP of the prompt was correct that this is a real thing scientists can do (and have done). It wouldn't hurt at all or be an 'electric shock' as most people understand it - it would be more of a small electric pulse which would stimulate the part of the brain that feels and controls orgasm.

It wouldn't feel artificial, or like your brain is controlling it, it's just like a normal orgasm. It feels amazing apparently, as you can get orgasms of much greater strength than simply from manual stimulation, seeing as you can control the voltage of the electric pulse. It also means you can have as many, and make them last as long, as you want!

Which would mean if they perfect this ejaculate volumiser so that Steve is producing more at the rate that he is releasing it, with electro stimulation to the brain they could have him literally non stop orgasming for as long as they want, which... hnnnggghhh

This science is so sexy!

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