hydratrashmeme | 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.
What's off-topic: a/b/o, D/s-verse, soulbonds, mundane AUs, shippy/romanticized noncon, MCU heroes repurposed into OOC or edgydark delivery vehicles for your fave's suffering. If you've got a prompt for one of those burning a hole in your brain, head on over to

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Bucky was right next to him. The magnetic cuffs hung them from the ceiling so only their toes touched the floor. His shoulders hurt. Bucky’s metal arm sparked from where the electron burst shorted it, his real shoulder might have been dislocated. The weapon compromised vibranium, making Steves shield weak, as well as the arm. Weak enough to get them both captured.
This was one of the old winter soldier facilities. It was supposed to be building a new ‘model’; a new Asset even stronger than before. It was ignorant to think they wouldn’t have built faculties to neutralize and contain something that powerful.
Bucky’s muscles tightened as the men approached him. He wasn’t The Soldier anymore, the programming had been erased. He wasn’t that half conscious, detached doll on autopilot anymore; doing what he was told and accept what was done to him.
Steve knew about his past. Most nights he’d woken screaming about it in in bloody detail. Steve would soothe him, gently pinning his thrashing limbs to his body in an embrace. Bucky jerked and twisted beneath him, hyperventilating and crying.
Steve watched as the love of his life struggled to maintain control. Brunette keeping his face down, shielded by his hair. The men traced hands down his body, starting at his wrist, smoothing the touch down to his pecs.
“He’s gotten bulkier. What you been feedin him, Cap? His tits are so soft,” the handler rolled the flesh in his hand, evaluating it.
Bucky bit his lip. Steve had always enjoyed his body. Before when he was athletically lean, small Steve would marvel at him. Running his hands along Bucky’s shoulder’s and down his arms, telling him how strong and beautiful he was, and how honored Steve was to have such a man submit to him.
When Steve got bigger sex had new potential. Bucky thought he was hallucinating when he woke from the table, and not only was Steve there and he was rescued, but Steve was HOT. He would beg the bigger man to roughhouse and choke him, but Steve was just too gentle, afraid of hurting him.
When he stopped being the Winter Soldier, and his relationship with Steve resumed, Steve was less cautious, appreciating Bucky’s new serum induced curves with his mouth before flipping him over and taking him, making him feel exhilarated and powerless.
Bucky’s eyes rolled back in his head, remembering. Steve’s hands on him, holding him down. Hands on his thighs, his shoulders, his throat….
“You didn’t give him a haircut though, you like pulling it too?” Another man jerked Bucky’s head to the side, bringing him back to consciousness. A tear slipped from his eye.
Steve grit his teeth. Bucky’s eyes were glassy.
The man teasingly slapped Bucky’s face, “Hey! I hear you think you’re a person again?” A hand slipped lower to painfully pinch at his dick, which was steadily becoming hard. The handler smiled, “Good boy. Are you relaxing your ass for us too? Because theres a lot of people here who miss you,”
Bucky’s eyes rolled over to look at Steve. His body was trembling. The men tore his uniform open exposing his chest. “You don’t have chest hair?” A man bent forward and ran his tongue from Bucky’s navel up to his neck, stopping to ravage his pert nipples. Bucky nervously bit his tongue and squirmed as the other man’s tongue traveled up to his ear.
He did that for Steve, kept his chest clean. Steve would love him either way, but when he first came back and Steve saw…. That look on his face. Lust for this novelty….
“Does Captain America tell you he loves you?” The breath in his ear was hot, “Why did you want to leave? We treated you well,” A hand crept around to Bucky’s ass and squeezed, a second hand pulled his cheeks apart. Somebody undid his belt and pulled it out of his pants, another pulled his pants around his ankles.
“You still wear little black briefs, cute.”
Bucky willed his mind to other places. The apartment. Steve. Steve playing with his underwear… Inspecting him in them. Playfully snapping the band. Deviously blushing and commenting on how tiny they were…. No. No.

I need to get to the actual gangbang part, but the parallels are just so yummy to write. I will stay closer to the prompt next post

Not OP, but please don't apologize. OMG, this is delicious.

This makes my trash heart sing. Love your writing!

Thank you so much! I am trying hard. I'm glad someone enjoys my dirty mind and cheesy dialogue.

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.

BUT WAIT. THERE'S MORE.

*Sets up camp*

Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

FILL 3/? Steve/Bucky, Steve ‘claiming’ Bucky post-gangbang

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