Lmao turns out this wasn't a minifill at all, but w/e. This is the penultimate part, and I never even answered the last bit of poor OPs prompt! Sorry nonnie. Anways, same warnings as before plus: drugging, Steve/multiple OCs, mild humiliation, puppy play.....uh, this one got away from me. And is also maybe not what y'all were hoping for, my bad.
After the Elevator Scene
Pierce entered the room with a flurry of techs behind him, tripping over themselves to explain what was going on. He held up a hand to silence them, then turned towards Brock.
"Rumlow, would you explain to me why I am currently unable to speak to Rogers-- without the bullshit please." he says, even as he turns towards where Steve is sat at the interrogation table, coming to stand in front of him.
"Ah, a combination of things sir. The-- what you asked me to do with him worked to an extent, but he was also given a heavy dose of tranquilizer on top of that to ensure he wouldn't fight if he started to come out of the head space. Shouldn't take long to wear off, but until then," he trails off, gesturing towards Steve. There really isn't any way they are getting anything useful out of him right now; he's slumped in his seat and listing ever so slightly to the side, his jaw slack and his lips parted enough that Brock thinks he'll probably start drooling fairly soon.
Pierce scrutinized Rogers for a second, grabbing his chin and lifting his head a little so that he could check himself before apparently deeming him useless, for now. He steps back, nodding at the other men in the room then turning back to Brock.
"Fine. I'll be back at 2100, do whatever you want with him till then," he says, and then leaves the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that follows lasts maybe half a minute, all of them collectively holding their breath, eyes on Rogers.
"So," a big guy, Gunney, says finally, "You gonna show us some of the tricks you taught him?" That apparently sets the rest of them off, and they crowd forward around the table, twitchy and excited. Brock huffs a laugh and shoves them out of the way, manhandles Steve into standing.
"C'mon baby, up you get. Hey," he puts a hand on his cheek when Steve makes a noise in the back of his throat, finally becoming aware of the other men in the room, "Hey, look at me, there we are-- I just wanna show them how good you are, okay? You going to be good for me?" Steve sort-of nods, blushing prettily, and a couple of the guys laugh. It really is incredible how easy this has been. He's not deluded enough to think he could break down Steve enough that he'd forget his morals (and his dignity), but the tranq on top of everything else is just enough to tip him over the edge.
"It really wasn't that hard," he says conversationally as he begins to unbutton Steve's shirt, "You just gotta be sweet to him, and he folds for it every damn time. He'll do whatever you want-- won't you Stevie?" He adds, slipping the shirt from Steve's shoulders and reaching for his pants. Steve doesn't answer, but that's fine because he knows the answer anyway.
"Like a dog?" Gunney asks from the other side of the table. Brock pulls Steve's pants and underwear down around his ankles, helping step out of them and tugging him towards the table to maneuver him until he climbs up, settling on all fours. Brock strokes a hand down the curve of Steve's spine and grins at the soft whine he makes in response.
"Exactly like a dog."
Brock notes that most of the guys in the room are already having to adjust themselves, and he gets it; the first time Steve had spread his legs and said 'I need you to come in me' Brock had almost busted a nut there and then. And he hadn't even had the added pleasure of Steve doing it in front of group of other people, so he completely understands.
No one makes a move towards Steve though, and while it's flattering that they are probably doing it out of respect for Brock, this is probably their only chance to do something like this, so he waves a hand at Gunney before settling back against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Get the fuck on with it then, we ain't got all day."
Gunney takes it as the permission it is, holding out a hand towards Steve, palm up.
"Come here puppy," he says, half kidding and-- huh. They'd never done anything like that before, not beyond his usual 'good boy' but Steve full-body shivers at the word, his dick becoming fully hard as he crawls across the table toward Gunneywith all the grace he possesses (which is a lot, actually. Only Steve fuckin' Rogers could crawl naked across a table and still look powerful while he does it). They watch Steve nuzzle at Gunney's hand while he praises him, then Shane snorts.
"So that's the weirdest thing I ever saw. Was that your input?" he asks Brock, who shakes his head.
"Nope, that's all him. I told you it didn't take much persuading to get him to do this shit, he fuckin' loves it."
Steve punctuates that with a long whine and Brock looks back over to see Gunney pulling Steve's mouth down on his dick with one hand threaded through his hair, the other stroking down the expanse of his back with the same firmness of petting a dog. Seemed like Gunney was sort of into the dog thing too. Some of the guys already have their pants unzipped and their hands on their dicks, but Shane just tilts his head a little, eyes wide, while Steve goes lower and lower till his nose is pressed up against Gunney's pubes.
"You train the gag reflex out of him too?" he asks, but before Brock can tell him it's a perk of the serum, Gunney grunts,
"Jesus would you shut the fuck up? I can't deal with you talking shit behind me, just come fuck his ass or something."
It takes all of five seconds for Shane to register what he said then hop up on the table behind Rogers, resting both hands on his ass with a kind of reverence.
Re: MINIFILL 2c: Didn't Mean To Be Cruel, Rumlow/Steve, Stockholm, non-con/dub-con
After the Elevator Scene
Pierce entered the room with a flurry of techs behind him, tripping over themselves to explain what was going on. He held up a hand to silence them, then turned towards Brock.
"Rumlow, would you explain to me why I am currently unable to speak to Rogers-- without the bullshit please." he says, even as he turns towards where Steve is sat at the interrogation table, coming to stand in front of him.
"Ah, a combination of things sir. The-- what you asked me to do with him worked to an extent, but he was also given a heavy dose of tranquilizer on top of that to ensure he wouldn't fight if he started to come out of the head space. Shouldn't take long to wear off, but until then," he trails off, gesturing towards Steve. There really isn't any way they are getting anything useful out of him right now; he's slumped in his seat and listing ever so slightly to the side, his jaw slack and his lips parted enough that Brock thinks he'll probably start drooling fairly soon.
Pierce scrutinized Rogers for a second, grabbing his chin and lifting his head a little so that he could check himself before apparently deeming him useless, for now. He steps back, nodding at the other men in the room then turning back to Brock.
"Fine. I'll be back at 2100, do whatever you want with him till then," he says, and then leaves the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that follows lasts maybe half a minute, all of them collectively holding their breath, eyes on Rogers.
"So," a big guy, Gunney, says finally, "You gonna show us some of the tricks you taught him?" That apparently sets the rest of them off, and they crowd forward around the table, twitchy and excited. Brock huffs a laugh and shoves them out of the way, manhandles Steve into standing.
"C'mon baby, up you get. Hey," he puts a hand on his cheek when Steve makes a noise in the back of his throat, finally becoming aware of the other men in the room, "Hey, look at me, there we are-- I just wanna show them how good you are, okay? You going to be good for me?" Steve sort-of nods, blushing prettily, and a couple of the guys laugh. It really is incredible how easy this has been. He's not deluded enough to think he could break down Steve enough that he'd forget his morals (and his dignity), but the tranq on top of everything else is just enough to tip him over the edge.
"It really wasn't that hard," he says conversationally as he begins to unbutton Steve's shirt, "You just gotta be sweet to him, and he folds for it every damn time. He'll do whatever you want-- won't you Stevie?" He adds, slipping the shirt from Steve's shoulders and reaching for his pants. Steve doesn't answer, but that's fine because he knows the answer anyway.
"Like a dog?" Gunney asks from the other side of the table. Brock pulls Steve's pants and underwear down around his ankles, helping step out of them and tugging him towards the table to maneuver him until he climbs up, settling on all fours. Brock strokes a hand down the curve of Steve's spine and grins at the soft whine he makes in response.
"Exactly like a dog."
Brock notes that most of the guys in the room are already having to adjust themselves, and he gets it; the first time Steve had spread his legs and said 'I need you to come in me' Brock had almost busted a nut there and then. And he hadn't even had the added pleasure of Steve doing it in front of group of other people, so he completely understands.
No one makes a move towards Steve though, and while it's flattering that they are probably doing it out of respect for Brock, this is probably their only chance to do something like this, so he waves a hand at Gunney before settling back against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Get the fuck on with it then, we ain't got all day."
Gunney takes it as the permission it is, holding out a hand towards Steve, palm up.
"Come here puppy," he says, half kidding and-- huh. They'd never done anything like that before, not beyond his usual 'good boy' but Steve full-body shivers at the word, his dick becoming fully hard as he crawls across the table toward Gunney with all the grace he possesses (which is a lot, actually. Only Steve fuckin' Rogers could crawl naked across a table and still look powerful while he does it). They watch Steve nuzzle at Gunney's hand while he praises him, then Shane snorts.
"So that's the weirdest thing I ever saw. Was that your input?" he asks Brock, who shakes his head.
"Nope, that's all him. I told you it didn't take much persuading to get him to do this shit, he fuckin' loves it."
Steve punctuates that with a long whine and Brock looks back over to see Gunney pulling Steve's mouth down on his dick with one hand threaded through his hair, the other stroking down the expanse of his back with the same firmness of petting a dog. Seemed like Gunney was sort of into the dog thing too. Some of the guys already have their pants unzipped and their hands on their dicks, but Shane just tilts his head a little, eyes wide, while Steve goes lower and lower till his nose is pressed up against Gunney's pubes.
"You train the gag reflex out of him too?" he asks, but before Brock can tell him it's a perk of the serum, Gunney grunts,
"Jesus would you shut the fuck up? I can't deal with you talking shit behind me, just come fuck his ass or something."
It takes all of five seconds for Shane to register what he said then hop up on the table behind Rogers, resting both hands on his ass with a kind of reverence.
"Don't mind if I do."