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) Fuck or Die with Steve and sextoy Rumlow (6/6)

[(Anonymous)]

"What's the matter, Cap?" comes a voice from the speakers, the same one as the first time. "You're still hard. We want to see you fuck him until you can't get it up anymore. Or we'll shoot you both."

Brock doesn't know how he manages not to squeak at that. "How many times is that?"

Cap sighs behind him. "Another couple at most."

Brock swallows dryly. He can take a couple. Really, he's been through worse, and the second time won't be as bad now that he's stretched. He can take it.

"Do it fast," he says.

But Cap doesn't move for a longer while, still bracing on the table and panting. Brock twitches nervously. He wants to tell him to hurry up, but he can't force the words past his throat. He doesn't want to be shot at, but he also doesn't want that cock in him again. But then it's slipping back in, and damn, the guy wasn't kidding, it's still as rock hard as Brock remembers. He closes his eyes and winces when Cap moves; it burns, he must be quite chafed. But he was right—it's not as bad the second time, so he can take his focus off it and let his thoughts flow freely.

He wonders what Hydra's plan is here. Surely more than entertainment; Rollins told him it was about breaking Cap. But do they really believe this will do it? Cap doesn't seem broken in the slightest. He does what he has to to keep both of them alive. During the war, he must have made tons of decisions like that, Brock's sure. So this is just the beginning. He'll go through the same process the Asset did, ending with the Memory Suppressing Machine.

Only Captain America isn't the believed-to-be-dead James Barnes, right? The Avengers will come for him. They have to, that's how it always works, Hydra running the world or not. Seeing an opportunity to free himself, Brock forces himself to come back to reality. Cap is bent over him, and if Brock lifted his head and whispered, he'd undoubtedly hear him, but would also everyone else? He wonders about the possible quality of the mics installed in the room. It's an old base, and it's unlikely they were ever replaced, so they must be rather cheap ones. If Brock’s lucky—and he really isn’t nowadays—they won’t pick up his whisper, especially over the loud slapping of skin on skin.

So Brock lifts his head and whispers, “Is someone coming for you?”

Cap doesn’t answer; perhaps he didn’t hear. Brock can’t reach him with his elbow, so he grits his teeth and thrusts his hips back to get his attention. A small distressed sound tears itself out of his mouth, and he must be about as surprised by it as Cap is about his sudden moan. But at least now he can feel Cap’s smoldering gaze at the back of his head.

“Is someone coming?” he repeats. “I might have the means—” he cuts himself off. If Hydra hears him talking about a possible access to a tablet, he’s done.

He’s sure Cap heard this time, but there’s still no answer. It makes Brock nervous; he’s been already sweating, but now he can feel it drip down his back and arms.

“Cap?” he prompts, desperation sneaking into his voice.

Cap slams into him so hard that he jerks, and he growls into his ear, “I don’t know.”

Brock’s eyes widen and he drops his head onto the table. And that’s how reality breaks his door of delusion that has been keeping him sane: with Captain America’s dick so far up his ass he can taste it on his tongue, watched by countless Hydra agents.

All this time, he was convinced his situation was temporary. That he’d somehow get out. He’s been waiting for something, maybe a rescue, or an opportunity, or maybe for a plan to form itself in his mind on its own.

But hearing the despair in Cap’s voice, he realizes that no one is coming. There is no way out. This is his life now, and he will most likely die here.

He covers his face with his hand and for the first time since he was captured and made a sextoy, he sobs.

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The entire fic is now on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19403065

Re: (fill) Fuck or Die with Steve and sextoy Rumlow (6/6)

[(Anonymous)]

oh noes!

I'm gonna have to headcanon that they get out soon!