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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.)

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Halfway through fucking him, long before Steve is aware of the many excellent reasons he shouldn't be doing this, Rumlow leans in from behind and whispers "Hail HYDRA" in his ear and keeps on fucking him through the resulting freak-out.

Oh please... want this so much.

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.

Brock rolled off the bed, the mattress shifting under his weight and causing little sparks to flare in Steve's vision as the dildo inside him shifted with it. He watched the other man casually move across the room to where his drink sat. Brock turned and met Steve's eyes with a smirk, resting his hip against the dresser.

"Y'know, it's a good thing the neighbours don't ask too many questions." Brock smirked. "You're making an awful lot of noise today."

Steve glared indignantly. He was not, they'd just been going longer than usual. A lot longer. It had already been three hours and Brock hadn't even taken his damn pants off yet.

As if reading his mind, Rumlow smirked. "We gotta work on your staying power."

Steve rested his head back, trying to relax as the other man moved quietly about the room. His hard on wasn't going anywhere, but it kinda sounded like Brock was. Fortunately he returned after only a few minutes. Steve trusted the guy, but they hadn't played quite like this before and Steve needed some reassurance.

He got it, in the form of the sudden and harsh pulse of the dildo inside him springing to life. Steve howled, jerking against the restraints as he arched off the bed. He was close, so close, he just needed...

The dildo was gone in a flash leaving Steve empty and writhing and desperate. Brock was suddenly there over him, and Steve blearily realized the asshole still hadn't taken off his uniform.

Perhaps noting his displeasure Brock smirked, the tip of his cock just touching Steve, teasing him, tormenting him. Steve whined, tried to push back against Rumlow, get him moving, to no avail. The Strike leader just grinned, smirked, and began to slowly, slowly, slowly push himself inside. It was amazing and agonising and Steve needed more, he was just so desperate.

"Don't worry," Rumlow muttered as he seated himself fully inside Steve, "I'll teach you to go for hours. Very soon, that's all we'll do."

Steve groaned in agreement, not really listening, trying to move the other man, make him thrust and take and anything other than just sitting there!

"It's okay," Brock whispered, "I know what you need," and he moved, finally, and Steve groaned as he felt the vibrator touch his cock, felt Rumlow thrusting inside at just the right angle and he was going to... going to-

"Heil Hydra!" Rumlow groaned as Steve shuddered and screamed, all breath stopped as he came and came and came and-

Steve stared up at the man over him, inside him, not really understanding the sick grin. He wondered if this was a sick joke, but Brock had never done anything like that before. He pulled against the restraints but they didn't break, and Rumlow was just looking at him like a trophy, still fucking him, still holding the buzzing vibrator against Steve's over sensitive cock.

Steve shook his head violently, tried again to pull himself from the shackles but he couldn't, why couldn't he...?

"Adamantium," Rumlow gasped, thrusting harder and angled just right, enough to make Steve harden again. He was too sensitive, it was too soon, it hurt, but Rumlow didn't stop. "I had them made just for you." And Rumlow had the nerve to wink.

Steve growled, struggling against his own body as well as the restraints. Rumlow knew him well, though, and they had played this game before too many times for him not to know exactly what to do.

Discarding the vibrator, Rumlow took Steve in one slick hand, stroking him just right and ending Steve's angry protests in a choked off whimper. "Don't worry, handsome. By the time we're done, the new world order will be in place."

Steve didn't know what that meant, didn't want to know, he just wanted it to stop. He moaned as he felt himself get closer and closer. They'd played this game once too. It had ended in Steve soaked with sweat and a record of eleven times in ninety minutes. Even Brock had been impressed.

Now Brock was using his experience, and Steve couldn't fight it off. He groaned as he came again, feeling how Rumlow stuttered and thrust inside him, coming inside him, and what had once been a hot and exciting sensation now just felt disgusting.

Rumlow collapsed on top of the soldier, his heavy weight impeding Steve's already laboured breathing. He stayed there, softening inside Steve, the soldier still twisting in his binds, though Steve didn't doubt Rumlow was telling the truth when he said they were made of adamantium. Steve could feel his wrists tearing and there was still no give in the shackles, or the bed head where they were attached.

Rumlow snuggled closer, gently rocking his hips as he wrapped himself around the trapped super soldier. "It's fine, Cap, don't worry. In the new world order, you're mine."

Steve could feel Rumlow smile against his neck, dick hardening, even as he heard the first distant boom of cannon fire.

Nice! I loved the detail about working up to stronger shackles & Steve being unsure what was going on.

I honestly can't remember it this is my prompt or not, but either way smoking hot fill!

Nngh, very hot. Love Rumlow's sly dirty talk

Fuck I loved this

This is so gloriously wicked and wrong. *applauds*

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