Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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What's on-topic: Filthy and perverted twists on all the quality whump served up by Cap: Winter Soldier. Noncon, aftermath, uncomfortably sexualized violence, mind control, inappropriate uses of Bucky Barnes' metal arm, bad guys doing dirtybadwrong things to your faves.
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Fill: Good to the Last Drop (11/11)

[(Anonymous)]

Stark took the wheel while Steve slid gingerly into the back seat next to Carter. As soon as they pulled back onto the road, Steve realized the car’s vibrations weren’t going to be any less of a problem sitting up here than they had been in the trunk. His cock, hardening quickly, was not at all deterred by Steve’s furious attempts to think unarrousing thoughts: the smell of Brooklyn alleys in summer, the breathless pain of a hacking cough, Bucky’s ma’s cabbage soup. He needed a distraction.

Steve leaned forward a bit, bracing his hands on his thighs to shield his tented trousers from view, then turned to Carter. “Why are you here anyway? I thought you were in Europe.”

Carter looked sharply at him for a moment, then seemed to relax, agreeing to pretend for the moment that they could have a normal conversation under these circumstances. “I was back in New York for SSR business and ran into Mr. Stark. I thought it odd that you’d never replied to my letter, so I inquired about your status. And he hadn’t heard anything about your project in weeks.”

“I don’t like being kept in the dark, especially when it’s my own technology,” Stark put in. “Besides, Erskine and I wanted to see what you could do in action, not in some lab.”

“Hence the redistribution,” Steve said.

“We don’t exactly have what you’d call orders,” Stark said, “but what I saw in there’s enough to make me happy to take whatever heat I get for this. You doing ok back there?”

Sweat dampened Steve’s temples, and he realized his fists were clenched tightly. The ache in his balls was building again, worse than before. “I’m fine. They just had me on kind of a strict schedule, is all.”

Stark’s eyes met Steve’s in the rearview mirror, then flicked back to Carter. “Anything you can tell us about this experimental drug they were using?”

“They gave me an injection twice a day.”

“Christ,” Stark muttered.

“What exactly does the drug do?” Carter asked.

Steve looked at Stark again in the mirror, then down at his lap, where his hips were starting to rock forward involuntarily to relieve some of the pressure. He held back a hysterical laugh at thinking about his last car ride with Carter, and how unbelievable it seemed then that he’d ever be in a situation like this.

“Let’s just say it’s gonna make it impossible for him to go without release for very long until this thing works its way out of his system. That could take a day or a few weeks.” Stark shrugged extravagantly. “It’s experimental. He’s experimental. No one has any idea.”

“I see,” Carter said after a moment. The road rolled away behind them for a few miles. Then Carter pulled in a deep breath and said, “Well, I suppose there’s nothing for it but for you to continue doing what’s necessary. We’re an hour at least from the airfield, and it sounds as if you’ll do yourself harm if you ignore the problem.” She turned a sharp gaze on Steve. “And if you think you’re going to be stoic and prideful and make me have to explain to Colonel Phillips why I allowed you to be injured, I will be intensely irritated. We may have taken you without permission, but I intend to deliver you intact and unharmed.”

“But…” Steve’s protest died under Carter’s severe look.

“Like I said,” Stark put in. “Best not to argue.”

“Stark, your job is to keep the car on the road and your eyes forward,” Carter snapped. “Steve, you had better do whatever it is that will help.”

Steve nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. He thought perhaps he should protest more strongly, but the ache in his balls was becoming severe, and he hadn’t forgotten the electric prod they’d used to introduce a climax whenever his sac had been too tender or swollen to bear touching. He hadn’t reached that point yet, but it wasn’t far off. And without any of the lab equipment, he was entirely on his own.

Steve cupped himself through his pants and gritted his teeth. This was just another aspect of his duty, and as Carter had said, he couldn’t let pride keep him from it. He couldn’t possibly hold out until they reached their destination, and if he had to subject Carter and Stark to this, better that it happened when he had some control left, and he had some hope of being relatively discreet.

Without looking around, Steve unbuttoned his pants and slid a hand inside into his skivvies. Holding back a sigh from the relief that brought, Steve tried to put himself back in the mindset he’d used in the trunk. The scene of the lab came back to him easily enough, so vivid he could have painted it. He’d been doing essentially this same routine nonstop for weeks, so it shouldn’t be difficult. Except, of course, in a lab, where machines had been doing all the work, no one could have argued that the operation was for Steve’s own selfish gratification. It was still a sin, yes, but one undertaken for the good of his country. This, however, would benefit no one but himself.

As his face flushed an even deeper pink, Steve pictured the stern look on Carter’s face. It was her duty to bring him back safe, and he wouldn’t be any good to the Army if he injured himself like this: not even in combat, but in mulishly refusing a painless medical procedure in order to spare his pride. It had to be done.

Grimly, he set his jaw and began tugging determinedly at his cock. If anything, he seemed to soften somewhat under his hand. His balls throbbed with every pulse of his heartbeat, but the predominant sensations were tipping from pleasure over into pain. Once that happened, Steve wasn’t certain he could bring himself off. He squeezed his cock in a punishing grip and let out a frustrated grunt.

“Steven?” Carter raised an eyebrow at him. She was holding a briefcase on her lap, open and stuffed with paperwork from the lab. “It’s not surprising that after the procedures they were using, you’d have difficulty reaching climax on your own.”

“I can manage,” he gritted out.

“I’m certain you could,” Carter said, a bit drily. “It might help to think about what you found arousing previously. Before these procedures began, what did you do to bring yourself pleasure?”

“Cheee-rist,” Stark muttered from the front seat.

“That will be quite enough, Mr. Stark.”

“Well, here.” Stark fumbled in the glove box for a moment, then tossed a rag into the back seat. “Just don’t ruin the upholstery.”

Carter passed Steve the rag without sparing a glance for Stark. Her voice was steady and unhurried. “Steven, you must relax. Picture yourself somewhere else. A place you feel comfortable. A place where you find it easy to let your guard down.”

Steve couldn’t look at her. He closed his eyes and tried to picture it. His narrow bed in his room in Brooklyn. A hot August afternoon, sticky air, him bare chested and lying on top of the sheets. The window open to a lazy breeze, and the sounds of the city drifting in.

“What did you think about, when you were there? What did you imagine doing? Who do you see when you close your eyes?”

Bucky, grinning up at him from the foot of the bed. His strong hands gripping under Steve’s thighs to drag him to where Bucky could get his mouth around Steve. The hot, sweet pressure of his lips and tongue.

“What does it feel like, when you imagine the woman you’re with?”

Steve’s hand squeezed suddenly around his cock, a sharp increase in his building discomfort. He dug his teeth into his lip as the memory of Bucky vanished. The pleasure that had been building evaporated like morning mist. There was no way Stark and Carter could know what he’d been thinking, but the part of him in charge of his libido wasn’t so certain. He certainly couldn’t try that again, not in front of company.

He let out a long, slow breath and shook his head. “Agent Carter, the way they’ve got me trained, I’m not sure something nice is going to work. I mean, thank you for trying, but….”

“I see,” Carter said quietly. “Perhaps you need to recall your recent environment instead, try to recall the circumstances under which you were conditioned.”

“Maybe.” Steve looked down at his lap instead of meeting her eyes. There was no maybe about it. It had worked in the trunk after all. And perhaps that’s how it would always be for Steve from now on: finding release only from the memory or the reality of that industrial process, the pinnacle of masturbatory technology for this body that was itself the pinnacle of scientific achievement. “That might work.”

“All right.” Carter gave him a moment to settle back in his seat and close his eyes again. “Picture yourself in the laboratory. Recall how you were positioned. How the leather straps felt against your skin. The sound and rhythm of the machines.”

That memory came easily to mind, as it had before. Steve could almost feel the mechanical phallus pushing into him, the wet slide of the suction machine. A face appeared in his mind: Nurse Rathjen, her delighted smirk as tightened the straps of his gag, never looking away from his face.

With a surprised grunt, he spilled into his hand. He only just brought the rag up in time to avoid dripping on the floor.

As Steve gulped in air, he realized that was the only sound in the car. He stared at his lap, cheeks blazing, but didn’t dare let go of his dick. He could already feel the pressure building again. A quick glance revealed that Carter had returned to reading papers from the briefcase, but she met his eyes and gave him a quick nod.

“You had better carry on,” she said. “We’ll get your attention if there’s anything you need to know. Mr. Stark, what do you know about these references to genetic material refinement?”

Grateful to be reprieved from their attention, Steve turned once more to the task of bringing himself off. His mind drifted, as it often did when he was hooked up to the machines. At one point, Carter set a clean handkerchief on the seat next to him, and a little later Steve was aware they’d stopped at a stop sign, but for the most part, Steve stayed in his own world.

Occasionally, scraps of conversation rached him, washing over him as the nurses’ chatter had done when he’d been strapped down and gagged.

“Well, there’s no sign in flashing lights that says a Hydra agent infiltrated the lab.”

“I’d argue that the adamant refusal to authorize him for any other assignment is itself suspicious.”

And later:

“Have you seen the paperwork for the comic strips and the advertising campaign? They’d already invested in other work for him.”

“National tour, war bonds, yeah, yeah. But after this, what, were they gonna hook him up to the machines at county fairs and sell tickets?”

“He was meant to be a symbol. That’s the potential Senator Brandt saw.”

“Carter, I don’t care about symbols. We build the Sherman tank of soldiers. We need to point him at the enemy.”

And after that:

“No, Howard. We haven’t time to stop. I’m sure one of the stewardesses would be happy to serve you dinner on the plane. I’m not hungry at the least.”
--

“Steven, we’re here.”

Steve looked up to see the purple light of dawn spreading over an airfield. Stark’s car was parked next to a plane with a uniformed attendant standing patiently at the top of the stairs. Steve looked down to see his boots, the floor of the car, and the back of the seat in front of him shiny with drying semen.

Carter stood holding open the car door, looking down at him. “Never mind that. Can you walk?”

Steve quickly tucked his slightly softened cock back into his pants and nodded. “Where are we going?”

“Italy,” Carter said as she led the way towards the plane. “To the SSR forward headquarters there. Once you’re there, Colonel Phillips have no excuse not to put you on active duty.” She paused and turned back to Steve. “Assuming that’s what you want. If you’d rather we--”

“I’ve never been on a plane before,” Steve said, looking past Carter up to where Stark was already ducking inside.

“Well, there are many things you haven’t done yet.” Carter gave him a small smile. “You were meant for more than this, you know.”

Steve surreptitiously wiped his hand on his pant leg, then straightened his back. “I can do whatever they need me to do.”

“As you’ve ably demonstrated. We had better get aboard. I’ll make sure you get some privacy for the trip.”

“Agent Carter,” Steve said, and she turned to regard him evenly. “Thank you for getting me out.”

“You can thank me by proving me right about you. Come along,” she said, as she ushered him up the stairs and to the start of his journey.

Re: Fill: Good to the Last Drop (11/11)

[(Anonymous)]

I can’t believe this is over. I’m having very mixed feelings.

Re: Fill: Good to the Last Drop (11/11)

[(Anonymous)]

This story is so good, I'm sad to see it end. Thank you AA!

Re: Fill: Good to the Last Drop (11/11)

[(Anonymous)]

This was awesome. Thank you!