hydratrashmeme | 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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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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