Dumpster #5: We didn't start the trashfire

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Welcome to the latest, greatest, scummiest iteration of hydratrashmeme. Come on in and please check your sense of shame at the door.

Rules in brief: Don't be a jerk except to fictional characters. Warn if you want, but read at your own risk, because this is emphatically not a safe space. Link your fills on the fill post. Unprompted fills: make a prompt or a header comment and reply to it with the full text. Continuations of fills from earlier rounds: just make sure you link in both places.

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 mcu_trash.

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Red Skull/Steve unprompted fill

[(Anonymous)]

unprompted fill that includes Steve being made into some kind of empty puppet by dubious medical procedure.

SInce there can never be enough trash

The Red prefers Captain Rogers like this: pliant, eager to please. All it took was one small cut below the cheek, who woul have known? The thin metal plate now shining below his eye was easy to ignore in favor of the lack of that fight they had burned out of the national hero's gaze.
Now it was dull, like an animal's and what an animal he had become, the villain mused and tapped his knee.

"Come here, dog.", he ordered. Not a minute later the captain was crawling on all fours, still wobbly but considerably less so than he had been soon after the procedure.
"Do these boots look clean to you?" Of course there was no answer. Emtpy blue stared at him uncomprehendingly. He just hadn't been taught yet.

"Lick them clean.", he said and when no reaction came scoffed. The downside was that they had to teach him everything. Schmidt grabbed a fistful of blond strands eliticing a beautiful, confused whine of pain and shoved the man
s face onto his steel capped leather boots.
"Lick." He rubbed Rogers' face across the cap and repeated "Lick" Finally the soft lapping sound of a tongue could be heard and he released his grip, then patted the head.

"Good boy.", he said and leant back into his his rich armchair. The crackle of the fireplace and the wet sounds from the ground made for a lulling background noise as he returned to the mundane tasks of reviewing reports.
It was just after the fire had but dimmed to a faint glow and required maintenance that inspiration struck. He got up, startling Rogers who made a faint questioning sound. He paid him no mind.

"I think we should prepare you for your visitor, no?", he spoke and threw another log into the fire. Rogers didn't answer, shoulders slumped and heavy such a beautiful look on the once so proud man.

"Lie down here.", he instructed. Once more crawling Rogers gracelessly fell down next to the fire. "On your back", Schmidt specified and kicked the other man's side causing him to yowl in surprise and pain.

"Wait here. I'll be right back."

When he returned he was pleased to find Rogers in the same position he had left him in. Holding up the object he had retrieved, he approached the fire and pressed the iron into the embers.

"Do you know what this is?", he asked, not expecting an answer of any kind. The captain had shown no capability to speak to this day and as the scientiests assured him likely wouldn't.
"This is an iron used to brand cattle.", he explained, keeping his tone gentle. "Are you cattle?", he asked then grinned: "You are, you are Hydra's pet and as such have to be marked, don't you?"

No sign of understanding dawned on Rogers face but it was all the same to Schmidt. He knelt down next to him and grabbed his hand, guided it toward Rogers' own cock, soft between nude legs.

"I want you to jerk yourself of.", he said "And don't you dare stop. that is an order." he let go of the hand which started the motion, tentatively, unsure. Orders had been the first thing Rogers had been taught after. Schmidt grinned and flicked one soft nipple with ihis gloved hand. Rogers whined but didn't stop the jerking motion even when Schmidt continued his onslaught onto the small bud. He was slowly hardening as well, panting, moaning and making confused noises in general since no one had yet taught him restraint.
It would come, Schmidt knew, but Rogers right now was truly debaucherous.

He placed his boot down on Rogers abdomen and pulled out the iron. With a swift motion he pressed the burning hot item down and relished in the yowl it brought from below. He could feel the muscles spasm even through his thick sole, the smell of burnt flesh emanating quickly.
"Order!", he barked when Rogers' hand below moved to grab for the iron, to remove the source of pain and was pleasently surprised when the hand returned to the straining cock, now more squeezing than strocking.

"I am not removing this until you come.", he said, noting the tears that fled freely from reddened eyes, ignoring the sobs and gasps of pain as the iron continued to burn.
"Jerk yourself off.", he repeated and pressed down more.

It took longer than expected, maybe Captain America wasn't as much a masichsit as previously thought, but he came. Thick squirts of come covered the pale stomach and Schmidt's boot.

"I guess you'll have to clean this one again, dog.", he tutted softly on delivered one forceful kick to the unconscious body. Hydra brought order through pain after all.