hydratrashmeme | Trash Party Dumpster #1

Trash Party Dumpster #1

(Will be continued in a Dumpster #2 post if by some unholy hell-miracle this post hits the 5000-comment limit.)

Filthy anon dumpster for sad hobos to fling moldy pizza crusts, raccoon eye makeup tips, and garbage about their sad trash kinks at each other.

AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. One hundred percent Hydra Party Favor Bucky Barnes, Is It Sexy Violence Or Violent Sex?, and Bad Guys Do Bad Things To Your Faves: Winter Soldier Edition. BLANKET NON-CON/DUB-CON WARNING, not safe for work, not safe for life, not safe for anyone, read at your own risk ~~of becoming one of us~~.

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Bucky’s pants are still caught around his ankles, making it even more awkward to move. Lester doesn’t allow him to take them off until he’s crawled all the way across the room. At least the two guys remaining on the couch turn the volume of that goddamn movie down. If Bucky concentrates hard enough, he can almost block it out.

"Get rid of everything," Lester says, "no clothes for the rest of the night."

Sitting back on his knees, Bucky shucks out of his hoodie and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Lester watches him with obvious amusement, only taking his eyes off Bucky as the PR guy – Martin? – elbows him. "Look at that, the flush goes all the way down."

It’s true, Bucky feels his skin prickle with shame. Martin lets out a noise of mock-sympathy and curls his lips into a pout. "Aw, somebody kiss it better."

Bucky forces himself to keep his chin up, lips pressed together in a tight line. One day, he thinks, he’ll hunt them down.

"Man, be careful," the muscular guy interrupts, "he looks like an animal that’s ready to attack."

"Don’t worry." Lester steps closer, meeting Bucky’s eyes. "What’s the problem, Barnes?" He playfully pokes Bucky’s nose and Bucky yanks his head away. He doesn’t need to look up to see Lester’s ear-to-ear grin.

"They don’t know what I got on you. Sure, they’re guessing it’s big, with you getting off your high horse, spreading your legs like a two-dollar whore, but no details. Want it to stay that way?"

Bucky’s face falls. He nods quickly. "Yes," he says, "yes. You promised."

Lester’s mouth splits into a crooked smile as he arches Bucky’s head back by a fistful of hair. Bucky’s hands fly up to cover Lester’s, but he doesn’t try to pry it away. "You promised."

"Yes," Lester chuckles, "I have. Damn, guess it would suck to be stabbed in the back like that, huh? I know… traitors are the fucking worst."

"Please," Bucky says, frantically patting Lester’s hand. "Please, anything."

"Damn right." Lester twists his fingers in Bucky’s hair until a pained grunt rips out of Bucky’s throat.

"Don’t you forget that we’re doing this for you. You fucked up and can’t face the consequences, and we’re giving you another option, remember? So you gonna suck that arrogance right up and start being really goddamn eager to make this worthwhile for us, or I have no reason to hold up my end of the bargain." He shoves Bucky’s head down and lets go. "Are we clear?"

"Yes," Bucky says, "yes, clear."

"So here’s how this is gonna work: first of all, you’re deleting the word no from your vocabulary, understood? ’Do you want that wrecked hole stuffed again?' – 'Yes.' 'Two at once?" 'Yes.' "Fuck you with my fist? My boot? A goddamn beer bottle?' – 'Yes, yes please'."

Bucky’s chest heaves for air that’s not coming. "Okay," he forces out, "yes, okay."

"When I tell you to kiss my feet you lunge forward as if you’re starving, and when I spit in your face you moan for it and thank me, am I understood?"

Bucky’s stomach flips. He can’t, he thinks, he can’t can’t can’t. "Yes."

Lester bares his teeth and scratches Bucky behind the ear, smile broadening as Bucky fails to hold his gaze.

"Smart choice." He ruffles that tangled mess of hair and Bucky has to squeeze his eyes shut. Breathe, breathe, breathe. But he’s going – they’re going to –

It’s ridiculous how terrified he is. Come on, it’s not like it’s the first time he’s going to be passed around. That’s what you get, he thinks bitterly, when you allow yourself to be coddled and pampered for months. He was supposed to get more human, ha. All he got was weak, and now he’s paying the price.

"See?" Lester says to the others. "No need to worry." He’s met with appreciative noises. "So, who wants to pop the cherry?" After a short conversation, he nudges Bucky with his boot. "You decide."

Bucky doesn’t look up, but he doesn’t hesitate, either. Only way out is through. He inclines his head in the direction of the muscular fellow. "Him." Judging from the tented trousers the guy’s been sporting, Bucky hopes his dick might be on the smaller side. He doesn’t expect much more preparation – it’s them who are animals, and they are hungry.

His decision is met with laughter, ("Seems he’s got a type!") and Bucky prepares to get down on all fours, as –

"Wait," the buff guy says. "Come here." He smoothes the thin cotton of his sweatpants over his erection. "Give me a kiss. Ask for it."

Bucky’s heart hammers against his ribs as he forces himself to obey, bending forward inch by inch, stomach giving a nauseous flip as his mouth touches the man’s bulge. "Please," he breathes against it. The guy’s cock jumps and Bucky almost retches.

Lester kicks Bucky’s leg. "Turn around; head down, hands back – show us what you’ve got."

Bucky’s face hurts from how hard he’s clenching his teeth as he does as he’s told, trying to suppress the treacherous shivers as he turns on his knees and reaches back to expose himself to them. He feels their greedy eyes on him, taking in the soft skin between his asscheeks, glistening with their mockery of lube.

Muscle man steps between his legs, pulling them apart further so he fits in to kneel between them, dragging Bucky closer by the hips.

Bucky hears the rustling of fabric as the man pulls out his cock and nudges it against the cleft of Bucky’s ass, slowly smearing the disgusting slickness up and down. Bucky’s sphincter clenches up every time the blunt head drags over his swollen skin.

The man takes his time, even though he can’t possibly know what’s going on in Bucky’s head, how it feels like he’s drowning. There are things Bucky carefully avoids to remember, but it seems the sensation of a fat dick lining up with his hole, applying the smallest sting of pressure… that’s all it takes to make it all come

rushing

back.

Bucky buries his teeth in his lower lip as the guy starts to fuck him open with his cock, stabbing the tight ring of muscle a bit harder every time he pushes forward. Bucky knows it’d be in his own best interest to fucking relax and let it happen, but it’s impossible, not when his memories threaten to sweep him away, not when the razor-sharp thing in his chest wants out. He’s in a vault a safe house an expensive hotel room a kitchen floor and – no.

Breathe. Lester’s apartment. He’s no one’s prisoner. This is his choice. When it’s over, he’ll go home.

Focus on the here and now, concentrate on something real; the rough floor underneath his cheek, the pain between his legs. It feels… like he’s being slow motion-stabbed in the same wound over and over. The head of the guy’s cock is the widest part. Even before it happens, Bucky’s heart rate spikes up because he suddenly remembers exactly how it’s going to feel when –

His teeth draw blood as the cockhead finally breaks through the resistance. He allows himself no sound, not even as the man gasps in excitement and immediately shoves in another inch, knocking the breath out of Bucky’s lungs. "Hell yeah."

Breathing hurts and moving hurts, so Bucky tries to do neither, but as the man fails to push in further and – deciding he needs more leverage – rips himself free and shoves back in again full force, Bucky scrambles forward, animal instinct to get away. No chance, the man goes down with him and grabs his hips hard, impaling Bucky on this cock. "Fuck," the man grunts.

The fabric of the guy’s t-shirt sticks to Bucky’s sweaty back. "He’s so tight I can’t - even - move." The man lets out a string of curses and starts grinding their bodies together; small, staccato movements. Bucky screams silently against the floor.

After a while, the man pulls Bucky back up on his unsteady knees. "Hey," he says, out of breath. "Why’d you stop holding yourself open? I wanna see it go in."

Over the white noise in Bucky’s head, high-pitched voices scream to curl up, shy away from the pain, from their eyes, protect himself. No. He forces his hands back to his asscheeks, losing the fight against the tremors as he draws them apart.

"Yeah, like that, that’s hot."

The man starts thrusting in earnest.

"You promised."

"Yes," Lester chuckles, "I have. Damn, guess it would suck to be stabbed in the back like that, huh? I know… traitors are the fucking worst."

God DAMN this is hitting every one of my buttons with the force of the Hulk. Just twisting the knife in Bucky and making him actively participate while he starts slipping...

Take these crusty, moldy socks as a token of my appreciation.

"you're deleting the word no from your vocabulary" MARRY ME

oh noooooooooooooooo

watching Bucky fight himself into obedience is the best worst thing. he's so obviously flipping his shit but he thinks it's his best option, that he's making the best choice available to him, and I'm fucking dying. ngl I would be VERY happy to see him hunt them all down after they finish whatever fuckery they've got lined up, but in the meantime I'm just gonna tear my hair out over these complete shitheads and his desperate stoicism.

GAHHHHHHH. That whole conversation between Bucky and Lester was so deliciously awful! Bucky frantically patting his hand and begging Lester not to tell the others, Lester making Bucky actively participate and ask them to give him whatever they want, Bucky's sheer terror in the situation...goodness, this is hitting my kinks hard. And the end? Good lord.

I'm presenting you with this crumpled cardboard Burger King crown, complete with crusted food detritus, because you are the ruler of my personal trash heap. It makes my day every time this is updated and never fails to deliver on its trashy promise.

This is so, so amazing and hot. More, anon, please!

Thank you! There are a few other things I have to finish first, plus RL is being super busy right now, but I have not abandoned this! <3

*Incoherent screaming*

Please, please finish this! It's so unbelievably good!

Aw nonnie, you're the kindest. <3

I've actually written the ending, it's just one or two (or you know, an entire trash pile) in the middle that's missing. But I haven't given up on it yet! ;)

That is so good to hear!

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