A/N: this is my fist fill for anything in a long time, so I hope you like it. It's not exactly what the OP requested but I couldn't make it go any other way. Rumlow wAs very insistent.
Enjoy!
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When Rumlow had first held up the handcuffs and said "Do you wanna?", Steve had balked. It was strange enough getting used to the fact that being gay or bisexual or transgender wasn't an issue anymore. The casual inclusion of bondage was a bit too much to handle in a. we relationship, even if it was just colleagues with benefits.
Brock took it well, though. He suggested they start with a more simple dominance, Brock on top, holding Steve down, making him writhe and moan and come. Steve could get out of his hold easily enough, but he found it exciting enough that the next time the subject of handcuffs came up he was far less resistant.
The flimsy handcuffs turned into leather shackles, which turned into heavy metal shackles. Steve knew he could still break out of them, he didn't need to test them for that, but it wasn't about that. It was about the control, the loss of it, the manipulation of his body when he was bound and helpless to resist.
They added ankle cuffs sometimes, and thigh restraints. There was even that incident with the swing that led to a rather large hole in the ceiling, but had been lots of fun nonetheless.
Rumlow always said it was the way Steve blushed, just a little, when they were tying him up that did it for him. He enjoyed being dominant, enjoyed just that hint of hesitation and desire and embarrassment all tied up in Steve's eyes, and he said he enjoyed making him forget those even more.
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"Hush," Brock murmured into Steve's ear, hot breath washing over his sweaty skin. Today Steve was in the heaviest shackles they had, wrists and thighs and ankles. He was gagged and bent in two, body exposed, hard cock flushed where it rested against his belly. Brock hadn't fucked him, not yet, but they'd worked their way up through three dildos already and Steve was aching for it, for the real thing.
He moaned again as the other man bit his ear then slowly trailed soft kisses and harsher bites down his neck, chest, nipples. Steve cried out as Brock pinched his other nipple hard, writhing against his restraints gently, forcing himself to heave in breaths through his nose. Brock laughed against his skin, and Steve felt his fingers drift down, skimming Steve's belly and rubbing gently through the slick evidence of Steve's arousal.
Steve shuddered, rocking his hips insistently with what little room to move he had. The other man's only response was to lightly run one finger up and down Steve's aching dick, tracing the large vein where it throbbed, pressing gently under the head and making him twitch and whimper as his cock pulsed and jumped, more precome leaking from the tip. Steve moaned as Brock gently ran his fingers over Steve's sac, drawn so tight and so sensitive.
Steve gasped at the unexpected sensation of teeth, Rumlow biting so hard on Steve's nipple he swore the man drew blood. The pain only sharpened the pleasure, and as Brock bit down again Steve felt the harsh thrust of a dildo into him.
The world whited out for only a moment, the hand squeezing his throat the only thing bringing him back from the edge. His dick was so hard it hurt, he wanted, needed, to be fucked, needed Brock to press into him and make him scream. He would beg, if he could, but the unintelligible sounds he was making around the gag definitely weren't enough.
New World Order 1/2
Enjoy!
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When Rumlow had first held up the handcuffs and said "Do you wanna?", Steve had balked. It was strange enough getting used to the fact that being gay or bisexual or transgender wasn't an issue anymore. The casual inclusion of bondage was a bit too much to handle in a. we relationship, even if it was just colleagues with benefits.
Brock took it well, though. He suggested they start with a more simple dominance, Brock on top, holding Steve down, making him writhe and moan and come. Steve could get out of his hold easily enough, but he found it exciting enough that the next time the subject of handcuffs came up he was far less resistant.
The flimsy handcuffs turned into leather shackles, which turned into heavy metal shackles. Steve knew he could still break out of them, he didn't need to test them for that, but it wasn't about that. It was about the control, the loss of it, the manipulation of his body when he was bound and helpless to resist.
They added ankle cuffs sometimes, and thigh restraints. There was even that incident with the swing that led to a rather large hole in the ceiling, but had been lots of fun nonetheless.
Rumlow always said it was the way Steve blushed, just a little, when they were tying him up that did it for him. He enjoyed being dominant, enjoyed just that hint of hesitation and desire and embarrassment all tied up in Steve's eyes, and he said he enjoyed making him forget those even more.
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"Hush," Brock murmured into Steve's ear, hot breath washing over his sweaty skin. Today Steve was in the heaviest shackles they had, wrists and thighs and ankles. He was gagged and bent in two, body exposed, hard cock flushed where it rested against his belly. Brock hadn't fucked him, not yet, but they'd worked their way up through three dildos already and Steve was aching for it, for the real thing.
He moaned again as the other man bit his ear then slowly trailed soft kisses and harsher bites down his neck, chest, nipples. Steve cried out as Brock pinched his other nipple hard, writhing against his restraints gently, forcing himself to heave in breaths through his nose. Brock laughed against his skin, and Steve felt his fingers drift down, skimming Steve's belly and rubbing gently through the slick evidence of Steve's arousal.
Steve shuddered, rocking his hips insistently with what little room to move he had. The other man's only response was to lightly run one finger up and down Steve's aching dick, tracing the large vein where it throbbed, pressing gently under the head and making him twitch and whimper as his cock pulsed and jumped, more precome leaking from the tip. Steve moaned as Brock gently ran his fingers over Steve's sac, drawn so tight and so sensitive.
Steve gasped at the unexpected sensation of teeth, Rumlow biting so hard on Steve's nipple he swore the man drew blood. The pain only sharpened the pleasure, and as Brock bit down again Steve felt the harsh thrust of a dildo into him.
The world whited out for only a moment, the hand squeezing his throat the only thing bringing him back from the edge. His dick was so hard it hurt, he wanted, needed, to be fucked, needed Brock to press into him and make him scream. He would beg, if he could, but the unintelligible sounds he was making around the gag definitely weren't enough.