missionreport: (longHair 028)
bucky barnes ★ winter soldier ([personal profile] missionreport) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2025-06-26 03:43 am (UTC)

Look at me. The Soldier obeys, keeping his eyes open and fixed on his handler's face leaning over him, observing how the other man's face tightens with concentration, with pleasure. How hard he needs to work to drive in today's lesson into a disobedient, unreliable asset.

The Winter Soldier's body rocks against the chair with each plunge of Rumlow's cock to punctuate his words. He doesn't try to shift his neck out of the way when his palm presses down on it, callused fingers curling around his throat. With his hand around his neck, the Soldier can't nod. The most he can do is grunt with each thrust, each little twist of Rumlow's hip as he pulls back - sometimes far enough away it almost feels like he'll slip out, slip away from the room, leave him alone with the guards no doubt waiting their turn - and the Soldier's babbling as soon as he's given permission to speak again, like a valve's been released.

He isn't sure what he says. It's a broken stream of thought, really, each pounding of that cock stuffing itself deep inside edging out more and more nonsense.

Something hums overhead.

Despite his standing orders to lavish praise on Rumlow, to illustrate why only he's uniquely qualified to be his handler, the Soldier suddenly shuts up when a shadow passes by overhead, eyes widening in terror. The suppression halo descends, an impending lightning strike in slow motion, so slow he can see each individual spark popping from the panels that'll fit over his head and then begin firing into his temples.

A tech darts in with a rubber mouth guard then, slipping it past his lips. Without thinking, operating on autopilot, the Soldier accepts the mouth guard even as he shrinks against the reclined chair, his whimper muffled. There's nowhere to hide between the restraints and Rumlow spearing him with his thick cock. There's no escape. There never is.

The halo embraces his head, obscuring one eye with a metal panel. Rumlow will know exactly when the wipe starts, because the Winter Soldier starts screaming and screaming around the mouth guard.

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