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Feeling Dominant

The Feeling DOMINANT Meme
No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well.

This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate.

So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.

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[ The Soldier doesn't express any hint that he may have heard Eli's 'No' or 'Stop'. The only time he acknowledges him at all, in fact, is when he hears his gasp, his moan, the edging sensation of arousal in the helpless body beneath him. Heat has spread across Eli's face, pink from his cheeks down to the rosy center of his chest, and the Soldier resumes his steady assault, this time bringing the cool metal fingers of his hand up to tease at one of Eli's nipples. He's rough, a mite aggressive, baring the slightest hint of teeth as he does it. ]

Tell me again to stop, [ he growled, softly. ] Tell me to stop until you change your mind. Show me where your breaking point is, Asset.

[ Still working rough against Eli's nipple, not even remotely hesitant to leave bruises, the Soldier dripped his palm down across his stomach, moving inquisitive flesh fingers to pull demandingly at the fly of Eli's pants. He hadn't been stripped out his clothes since being put down here, but the Soldier wouldn't need him all the way out of his clothes to take advantage, pushing his hand inside and squeezing at the shape of his cock firmly through the thin layer of his underwear. ]

[ ooc: p.s.! Do you want Rumlow to watch or join in, btw? I can get him more involved if you like. ]

[A cacophony of emotions and thoughts rushed through his mind simultaneously.

Pleasure. That was the most easily identifiable one.
Shame. Due to the aforementioned pleasure.
A precipitous drop in self-esteem. Without his special abilities, he was powerless in every sense of the word.
Rage. At the Soldier. At Rumlow. At himself; for several reasons.
Pain. This was raw, nigh unhindered, neither of his captors seemed to care all that much about his thoughts, feelings, or even well being to an extent.
Intrigue. Eli had some sexual experience, but due to his rather unique life circumstances, he was still discovering and figuring that side of himself out; Rumlow decided to throw him into expert mode.
Fear. Of what all the Soldier might do.
Disbelief. Was this really happening?

Just as he seems to have settled on disgust, the pleasure overwhelms the other emotions, and the cycle of emotions begins anew.]

Get... off...

[The Soldier's arms, metal or flesh, are ridiculously strong and heavy. One second he wants to try and bite the Soldier in desperation - and then the next he ends up biting his lip. If they kept this up for an extended period of time, it was entirely possible that they'd drive the poor guy mad.

Eli felt the hand move, looking down for a moment to confirm its destination, before his eyes looked right back up into the Soldier's cold eyes. He then turned to Rumlow, getting absolutely no sympathy from the one pinning him down.]

Make- [His words choked in his throat as his cock was grabbed - very firmly.] -make him stop.

[More embarrassment. The pleasurable sensations had managed to make his cock firm and tall. More fear; the Soldier had his manhood, and thus him, in the palm of his hand. Eli's squirming and pushing ceased simultaneously.]

[ooc: If you want Rumlow to join in, by all means feel free to do so, but don't feel like you have to or anything.]

[ Rumlow hummed, softly, as though considering the request. As though making the Soldier stop was even close to an option. The fact was the man was already enjoying himself, reclining a little further back in his chair and unbuttoning his jeans while he watched. Given the show, there was no question he was hard, and when he pulled himself free to make a point to Eli where he stood on the matter, the Soldier even paused to look as well.

His handler was not his mission. Eli was. Rumlow had free rein over the Soldier for the rest of the time, and he took full advantage of him whenever he could. So long as the Soldier was able to fulfil his orders, Rumlow was in the clear, and he healed quickly enough that it was rarely a problem, no matter how vigorous his efforts were to the contrary.

The Soldier was running this particular show, though. Later, Rumlow would almost certainly take his pound of flesh, but for now it was left in the Soldier's hands to decide how quickly to proceed.

Eli's underwear didn't need to be left in one piece, unlike his pants. The Soldier shredded them with metal fingers, making a point with his strength to ensure that Eli was aware how dangerous his hands could be near his cock. The smirk that followed was somewhat unhinged, eyes flashing dangerously. ]

Behave yourself for me, зайчик. [ Those same cool, dangerous fingers wrapped around Eli's erection, the thumb stroking across the tip. ] I don't want to have to hurt you.

[The bit of Russian is completely lost on Eli, but the message itself is still loud and clear. His struggling has ceased, his heartbeat racing - he has absolutely no idea what the Soldier might do next; several very not pleasant ideas run through his mind in rapid succession.

If he thought Rumlow would actually pay him any mind whatsoever, he would have been surprised or further enraged by his captor's response, or lack thereof.

No, Rumlow was most assuredly not going to help him. All imagined escape routes closed off to him, Eli looks up into the Soldier's eyes again.]

Okay. Okay, I- I won't fight.

There you go.

[ The Soldier cooed his appreciation in Russian, as well: Молодец, Ассет, mimicking the 'Well done, Soldier' offered to him when he did a particularly good job. The Soldier enjoyed the praise, and so passing it down to the Asset is the greatest act of appreciation and kindness he has. When he sits back, it's with the expectation that Eli remains still, giving no protest, and allowing the Soldier to present his arousal to the room as a whole; to Eli himself, to Rumlow, and for his own appreciation.

The touch is practically soothing, stroking in slow, direct movements, pulling up toward the tip and swiping his thumb across the tip. His other hand, freed from keeping Eli in place, reached down between Eli's thighs to stroke feather lightly across his balls, palming them into his hand with remarkable tenderness for a killing machine. ]

Look at you, being so very good for me. Do you like this, Asset? Does my hand on you feel good? There's no shame in that. You may belong to HYDRA now, but you're still only a man.

[The temptation to move is definitely there, in the back of his mind - but it is silenced. The simple logic of his situation has managed to curtail his fight or flight instincts. The Soldier then reveals himself, and Eli can't help but be decently impressed, if only fleetingly.

When he reaches down towards his balls, Eli tenses up - but doesn't move; hoping that so long as he keeps his end of the deal, the bigger man will do the same. He's answered as the hand caresses him; the gentle touch combined with the incorrect fearful anticipation of pain, causes a shiver to run down his spine.]

I don't belong to HYDRA, or anyone.

[Still, the hand does feel nice - but he assuredly does not want to tell him that.]

[ It's the first thing that causes a flicker of something honest to move behind the Soldier's eyes, a whisper of despair, and solidarity. He'd thought that once, too, once upon a time, a long time ago. He'd said as much, probably. Shouted it at the walls until he was hoarse. But there wasn't any escape from it, not for him and not for Eli.

So although he could be rough, tear into him here and now, split him clean in two until he bled, the Soldier relents just a little. He offers mercy, with his eyes hooded, turning his attention toward Rumlow, waiting in the corner. ]

If we're supposed to leave him in the same state he's in right now, he'll need to be properly prepared.

[ Rumlow huffed a laugh. ] You're kidding, right? You think I brought lube? Use your tongue.

[ A command was a command, but it hadn't been the intended consequence of his request. If Rumlow had refused to pass him lubricant, Bucky would have used his fingers. But now, with actual orders, there was nothing he could do, looking at Eli again with those dark, empty blue eyes, and pulling his jeans and underwear down the rest of the way, off the ends of his feet, tossed aside as though they barely mattered. His hands were rough on the underneath of Eli's thighs, his ass, bending and lifting him both with immense strength, until Eli was rolled almost all the way up onto his shoulders with his thighs forced open and his ass up in the air, presented so that the Soldier could crush his mouth down against his hole and lick his way demandingly past the ring of muscle. No lube, but this would have to do. ]

[Unable to not hear their brief conversation, Eli knew what was about to happen, or had a pretty good idea at the least. His bottom half completely stripped. It was certainly not a comfortable position. Despite knowing that Rumlow had been watching the entire time, when his eyes met the other man's, he couldn't help but renew his blushing from earlier.

His eyes widened a bit as he felt the Soldier's tongue force it's way inside of him. He didn't mean to, but he didn't have a choice - he grunted, loudly. He didn't get a chance to recover from that, before he felt that tongue moving around inside of him. A moan of pleasure escaped him, and he hated himself for it. All of his muscles tensed up at the invasion of his being; fists clenched, toes curled, he shut his eyes - not wanting to see his captor's pleasure at his expense.]

[ There were very few things that the Soldier hadn't been used for or made to do, over the years. This was one of those rare things he hadn't done often, past his initial training, the ways they'd tested him to make sure he was obedient to the new commands. The skill hadn't been used in the field, and yet the Soldier had to figure, given the noises Eli made, that he was performing adequately.

His tongue was long and strong. Where others might have struggled with the muscular strength it took to thrust in deep and keep working, tugging at the rim, then following up with his teeth along the delicate edge as he sucked almost bruisingly, the serum that the Soldier had been given made him more than powerful enough to do his worst. He fucked into him, deep and hot, feeling Eli's body twitch around him in instinctive, automatic response to the pleasure. But he was getting more tense, not less, which only aggravated the Soldier. He had to be doing something wrong.

It'd have to be enough. He'd make it enough, reaching up to wet his fingers on his own tongue without pulling away, the Soldier pushed them into Eli as well, teased him wider. His tongue couldn't reach quite as deep, but at last the tight muscle was giving way, and his tongue flicked and teased, thrust into what he could reach with his knuckles in the way as well. He could make this work. Not easily, and not without some pain, but they could put Eli back mostly untouched when this was over. ]

[Earlier, Eli might have tensed up purposefully. That wasn't the case now. His body and mind were simply overwhelmed. Eli didn't have a lot of experiences to pull from, but undoubtedly this already had been the most intense and the most pleasurable - and he hated the Soldier for it, for making him actually enjoy it.

And then the fingers, plural, joined the tongue.

Eli writhed in the Soldier's hold as he was stretched. Someone else probably would have lost their hold on him at this point, but that was not the case, despite the involuntary movements. He lost control of his mouth as well; gasps, moans, and grunts all flowed freely now.

Of course, he knew what the Soldier was doing - he was making room, or trying to, for something bigger. It was difficult to actually think of anything at all at that moment as the Soldier worked on him like that, but - in the brief moments of thought that did come to him - he kept thinking of how much trying to get that inside of him was going to hurt. Desperate, with languished breath...]

It won't fit. It won't fit. It won't-

[The fingers and tongue cut him off as they continued their efforts despite his words.]

[ The Soldier's tongue was far, far too busy to provide any answers right at the moment. He was slurping wet and needy into Eli's heat, living him ragged, hot and wet with all of his efforts. Between his tongue and his fingers, he'd managed to work enough of his saliva into him to at least allow him to move, even if he wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't be painful. It didn't matter. He was supposed to leave Eli as he was, but his handler hadn't brought lube so the Soldier would have to make do, even at the risk of being punished. He loathed this part of it, the part where he was damned if he did and damned if he didn't, but he didn't have any choice but to act and hope he didn't do it wrong.

Not having context clues, or even the ability to put his foot down when things were confusing, make a fuss when he didn't have all the answers? That was what the Soldier had to simply accept, deal with. He wouldn't even know how to do those things, didn't really know what he was missing. He could only follow the overarching order and do his best to try and make himself fit. ]

Shhh, [ he breathed, as he finally peeled himself up and away, pulling his fingers free then wiping his hand across his mouth. ] You'd be surprised what your body is capable of in service to HYDRA, Asset. Try to relax, it'll make this easier. Breathe.

[It was happening. There was nothing he could do, and, the Soldier just did whatever Rumlow said do, so it seemed there wasn't anything he could do about it either even; the two of them were puppets, toys for their true captor.

Accepting that harsh reality, actually made it just slightly easier to accept what was about to happen. He obeyed; doing as the Soldier instructed, breathing, trying to relax; accepting the inevitable.

In the back of his mind though, he swore that he'd make Rumlow pay for this, he'd make HYDRA pay for this.]

[ Finally, a little more obedience. That was what he was being asked for, here, what HYDRA wanted from any Asset, but especially a new one. The Soldier looked up at Rumlow briefly, for approval, and was met with an appreciative nod. Which was probably as much as he was going to get with Rumlow being so preoccupied with his own pleasure. He was enjoying this, and that made the Soldier feel like he was doing a good job as well, made him glow with satisfaction, reaching down to stroke his own half hard cock.

Unlike Rumlow, it took a lot more for him to enjoy any of this. He wasn't designed for it, wasn't cut out for it, didn't even usually come at all, but this? It required penetration, and therefore a lot more active participation. The biggest issue to overcome was always the fact that he didn't feel desire in the same way. He couldn't fantasize, wouldn't even know what thoughts to pleasure himself to if he could, and even if someone had handed him a Playboy centrefold he wouldn't have known what to do with it. Nervousness might have played a part, and had on occasion when he was required to get an erection, the anxiety of failure, but right now things were proceeding as expected, and his handler approved.

It only took thirty seconds or so, an age for Eli perhaps, before the Soldier was nudging the tip of his cock up against him, slick with saliva and little else, not even a smear of precome to ease his passage as he pushed himself inside, deliberately and without flinching from the task, taking every inch even when he met resistance. ]

[Eli's trying, he really is; he knows it's just good advice to relax. But it's damn near impossible. His fingernails dig into the thin imitation of a mattress they'd given him. Tears, gasps, grunts - all totally out of his control at this point. The Soldier doesn't so much as blink, he continues to press himself further and further inside of him. It gets intense enough that even a roar of a yell escapes his lungs, only to cut off into a yelp, both are fully involuntary. Milliseconds turn into hours in his mind, millimeters turn into yards. Is he fully in yet?! His breathing had already heightened before the Soldier began to actually enter, and likewise his sweat glands had already increased their output, his face flush. All while that kept going further and further inside of him.

Eventually, finally, they reached the end of the line. The Soldier was fully inside of him. Eli was practically panting by that point. What he wouldn't have given for his durability or his above-average healing capability right then. He waited for the Soldier's next move.]

[ It's such a lot of wet noises, the Soldier thinks, dispassionately. Wet, miserable noises and wet, sexual noises, and all in all it doesn't matter whether it hurts Eli, or whether he's breaking, or the fact that there's no consent at all here. He's a prisoner of HYDRA. So what? The Soldier is an Asset of HYDRA, and this is all he knows, so there's no question in his mind, no rebellion against it being a fact of life, part of the nature of orders, requirements made of a body and nothing else. He's grown beyond making such sounds of pain himself, those noises don't matter and fighting doesn't matter, and so if anything at all there's just a tiniest flicker of contempt at all the yelling and whimpering of it all. What's the point?

As a consequence, there's no grace period. No moment where he lets Eli adjust before he begins to fuck him, no effort to make this easier on him. He puts his hand on Eli's collar, curled gently against the back of it, the other wrapping around his waist to curl around his cock, and then the soldier rocks his hips until movement comes a little more willingly. The second the friction gives way, he begins to fuck him in earnest, deep sways of his hips that crash and carry him forward before pulling back to gain inches and shoving in all over again, relentless and efficient, more like a machine than a man capable of adjusting to a lover's needs. Fucking is mechanical, simple, and so the Soldier fucks. ]

[There isn't much that Eli can do. In fact, he gives up entirely on even trying to hold back on what were already involuntary noises. He can't think about that right now. He can't think about literally anything, not even Rumlow who was watching them crossed his mind then. All his brain could process was feeling of intense frequent pain, combined with an occasional rush of pleasure - the pleasurable sensations surprised him; like island oasis's in an ocean of pain. His body unwilling contorted, more or less squirming in the Soldier's grip, reflexively trying to protect itself. And then, just when it seemed his body was finally adapting to accommodate the Soldier's impressive length and girth; the Soldier pulls back and goes at it with vigor.

[ The fact is, this monster is in it for the long haul. He won't come until he has permission from the protocols to do it, and these ones require pleasure. Orgasm. Not from him, but from his prey, from the man he's breaking, his fist stroking Eli's cock in long, sweeping movements slightly offset from the rhythm of his hips.

There's a sharp acrid scent of orgasm in the room, he notes, but it's Rumlow coming in his hand, making that low throttled grunt of pleasure he makes when he's usually inside the Soldier. Will he take a turn with Eli himself when this is over? Probably. But for now it's entirely in the Soldier's court, slowing his rhythm just a little as he works on stirring Eli's cock back toward something more that he can work with. ]

This won't be over until you come for me, [ He growled in the Asset's ear. ] Or until you say Hail HYDRA. Whichever comes first.

[He is getting close. He's certainly no longer resisting; that's long gone. Well, except for the Hail HYDRA part, he will hold on to that little piece of himself, for now. As he gets closer and closer with every movement from the Soldier, he begins leaking precum. The Soldier didn't so much as blink at this newest development, just kept going through the motions; in and out, up and down. What had started out as too much, came to a fever pitch eventually. HYDRA, or rather Rumlow, would get what he wanted.]

I- I'm, I'm gonna- [He didn't hold back. The sooner he gave them what they wanted, the sooner this would all be over. So with that, Eli released the growing pressure inside of him, and did as commanded; he came. More involuntary sounds, these solely of pleasure.]

[ Truth be told, the Soldier didn't expect Eli to say Hail Hydra. He didn't know how long it had taken him but he remembered it seemed to last forever. Endless, endless sessions, just like this one, with men like Rumlow who were far less gentle than the Soldier was. Lube for prisoners? Preparation? Rimjobs? Definitely not. The Soldier had endured far worse than this, and Eli gets off comparatively easy, all things considered. When he comes, the Soldier picks up a somewhat more erratic pace, grasping his hips tight, and in moments he's spilling over as well, released from the pressure and tension of his own building orgasm, coming hard and crashing over the edge.

But that's not where this ends. The Soldier changes his position, arm wrapped around Eli's waist, and sits back with him on his cock, bringing his fingers up to his throat and tilting him back to expose him fully to Rumlow. There's applause from his handler, a fond good boy mumbled in Russian, and then Rumlow is climbing up out of his chair, tucking his dick away as he comes over to flick his fingers through Eli's come and reach up to feed it to the Soldier. ]

You know he wasn't always such a good boy. How do you think they broke him, huh? Just like this, among other things. That's what's going to happen to you, bud. You'll be just like him by the time we're done with you. An obedient little fuck toy.

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