The Breaking of Bucky Barnes, HYDRA Slut

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain
America - All Media Types, Marvel
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Character: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Brock Rumlow
Additional Tags: Brainwashing, Mind Control, hypnotic files, Extremely Dubious Consent,
Dubious Consent, sexual brainwashing, fucktoy Bucky Barnes,
Degradation, Humiliation, Dehumanization, Mindfuck, Mind Games,
Gaslighting, Abuse, Alternate Universe - Dark, Dark Steve Rogers,
Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Dom/sub, pissing, Overstimulation, Edging,
Slapping, Name-Calling, Forced Orgasm, Force-Feeding, Heavy BDSM,
Angst, kinda sweet in a fucked up way, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Anal
Sex, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Oral Sex, Gay Sex,
Hypnotism, Brainwashed Bucky, Hydra Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel),
HYDRA Trash Party, it gets kinda sweeter as it goes on, Other
Additional Tags to Be Added, Steve Rodgers catches feelings, Bucky
Barnes is a slut, Dumbification, dubcon blowjob, Objectification,
Watersports, piss drinking, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Come
Marking, Urination, spit, Dead Dove but covered in chocolate, Porn With
Plot, Slow Burn, One-Sided Relationship, Slow burn for feelings not
sex, Pining, Sexual Slavery, Puppy Play
Stats: Published: 2021-08-25 Updated: 2021-09-20 Chapters: 3/? Words:
13340

The Breaking of Bucky Barnes, HYDRA Slut

Summary

Steve Rogers, also known as Captain HYDRA, is HYDRA’s biggest asset. While being a
super solider, he also works as a scientist for his company. Currently he is helping HYDRA
brainwash Bucky Barnes into being the company’s new dumb fucktoy to be passed around.
When Steve’s hypnotic programming slightly backfires and makes Bucky only listen to him
and be aggressive towards the other hydra agents, he’s told to take the brainwashed fuck
home for his own personal use. What is he going to do with his clingy little slut? He’s not
sure what to do but he thinks he’s catching feelings.

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Notes
Hi everyone MIND THE TAGS BEFORE YOU READ!!! THIS CONTAINS HEAVY
SUBJECTS AND IS NOT FOR EVERYONE!!! this is my friend and I’s first dead dove.
It’s from a role-play we did! I hope you enjoy! (My friend who role-played the wonderful
part of Bucky would like to remain anonymous! :D )
Breaking him down
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It’s currently a week into hydra’s new fucktoy’s training and he hasn’t cracked yet. They’ve tried
water torture, electrocution, every kind of torture in the book. Nothing was making him submit.
Not until when hydras greatest asset, captain hydra suggested they try a mix of pleasure and
brainwashing to get him to submit. 3 hours into the new technique they were already seeing
improvements.

Captain hydra is in with the new toy. The toy is strapped to a chair naked, his cock out in its full
glory. A screen with a spiral and flashing images was in front of his face. According to his personal
file his name is James Bucky Barnes. Steve put a pair of headphones on the new toy. They are
playing a looped file Steve has recorded himself designed to hypnotize and brainwash the new toy.
It has mantras like ‘you’re a bunch of useless holes’ and ‘stupid fuck puppet whore’

Meanwhile, Steve is teasing the new toy with a vibrator on his dick. Beads of precum are flowing
down his length. He’s been at this, teasing him for half an hour. Hydra’s new toy is drooling his
mind out of his mouth already. Everything is going to plan.

Bucky can hardly remember his own name anymore, the combination of being painfully hard and
the words being pumped into his ears slowly erasing every autonomous thought. He moans softly,
shivering in his seat as another wave of pleasure runs down his spine and more drool drips down
his chin and onto his chest. "Useless holes..." he repeats, voice conveying no emotion at this point.

“Good slut… good…” Steve says, turning off the vibrator for now. He grabs a remote on the metal
tray beside them, pressing the button and activating the vibrations of the buttplug in his ass.
Hydra’s new toy moans and shivers again. “Feels good, doesn’t it fuck slut?” Steve murmurs just
loud enough for him to hear it. “It’ll feel even better when I’m the one fucking you, won’t it
sugar?”

Bucky grips the arms of the chair tightly, eyes rolling back as he rolled his hips, trying to press
down on the plug in his ass. "Fuck slut..." he repeats, speech slurring a bit.

“Mmmm baby you’re gonna be perfect for us… mindless little thing like you…” Steve smirks,
walking around him, in front of him once again. “Can you even remember anything? Any thoughts
in your fuckin head? No?” Steve wipes some drool off the fucktoy’s chin, watching his glazed over
expression.

Bucky slowly blinks as he looks up at Steve, adjusting so he can take his thumb into his mouth. He
starts sucking on it with a whine, desperate for anything in both of his holes.

“You’re the perfect slut, sugar. can you take three of my fingers in that pretty little mouth of yours?
Four?” He asks. “Lets take of that headset huh?… Aww that’s right all better now.”

Steve drops the headphones on the floor and returns his fingers to the toy’s mouth “good boy”

Bucky eagerly takes Steve's fingers into his mouth, moaning and drooling around them. His eyes
light up at the praise, and he tries to speak, but can’t with his mouth being occupied.

“Oh such a perfect whore, but how do you respond to pain now?” Steve wonders before slapping
him quickly without warning.
Bucky lets out a surprised yelp, whimpering at the pain and from the loss of the fingers in his
mouth. "No... I'm good..." he says. "You said good boy...”

“Oh Baby, you are a good boy, but good boys must learn that pain is praise too…” Steve lies to
him.

"Huh?" Bucky frowns, looking even more confused than before, but letting it go, just happy to
receive the praise.

“It’s true baby. You’re doing so good, so much better than earlier this week… you’re becoming
such a good whore and this is only the first day with your new programming.” He smirks. “We’re
not done though, far from it, boy. You’ve got a lot more pleasure coming your way baby, does that
sound good?” His tone is almost kind. Almost.

To Bucky, every word coming out of Steve's mouth sounds sweet as syrup. He bats his eyelashes
up at Steve then giggles, the warm feelings in his chest spilling over. "Sound good," he repeats.

“Good…” he says, turning up the level on the buttplug and reaching for the headphones on the
floor. “Time to get even dumber baby…” he says before putting the headphones back on the man.

Bucky comes with a shout as soon as the plug starts vibrating faster, making a mess all over
himself and the chair. He still is as hard as he was before after coming down from the orgasm high,
and he sinks back into the chair, panting softly as he listens.

Steve drags two fingers in the come, bringing it up to the man’s mouth. Waiting to see if he has the
correct response.

Bucky eagerly takes the fingers into his mouth, moaning softly as his breathing evens out, slipping
back into the words easily.

Steve pats his head approvingly.

Bucky sucks mindlessly on his fingers, making sure to clean up the all of mess that he had made.
The vibrations were manageable now, and it all felt very far away as the hypnosis did its job.

“What a good boy… it feels good to obey doesn’t it boy?”

Bucky nods, starting to drool again. He tries to speak around the fingers in his mouth, but all that
comes out is slurred whimpers.

Steve pats him on the cheek where he slapped him earlier leaning in to kiss him to gauge yet
another reaction.

Bucky looks up at Steve, confused as to why he's so close, too far gone to even move at this point.
He cocks his head to the side, not unlike a confused but intrigued puppy.

Steve meets his lips and waits a few seconds, deepening the kiss. In a split second he releases the
man from his restraints to see what he would do, not once taking his lips off of him.

Bucky giggles into the kiss, sloppily returning it. His hands slowly find their way to Steve's
shoulders and he holds on tightly.

Steve smirks into the kiss and bites the man’s lip, hoping to make him moan. He’s grown fond of
the noises he’s been making, he yearns to hear more.
Bucky moans sweetly, just like Steve wants, then nips at the other's bottom lip playfully.

Steve smiles at how good he’s being. Fondling at his belt to get off his pants and underwear. His
girthy cock springs from his boxers, already hard from teasing the man in front of him. He’s a bit
of a sadist he’ll admit, but he loves it.

Bucky keeps kissing Steve, moving from his lips to his cheek and down to his jaw. He doesn't even
notice that he's taking his pants off until he happens to glance downwards. His eyes go wide and
more drool starts to slip out. "Oh..." he says dumbly.

“Get on your knees and suck me off slut!” Steve says sternly.

Bucky nods, and whines as he carefully gets up and on his knees, the plug and the vibrator making
it hard to move quickly. The size of Steve's cock would have been intimidating, but being in this
trance, he's just desperate to get it into his mouth. He wraps his fingers around the length, jerking it
off before taking the head into his mouth, moaning around it.

“Fuck yeah…” Steve breathes, encouraging him.

Bucky doesn't even hear the praise, too focused on how wide his mouth has to stretch to fit Steve's
cock. His jaw will ache after but he isn't thinking about that, just focusing on carefully taking more
of him down, having to stop more than halfway when the head hits the back of his throat. He
chokes and gags on it, drool and tears running down his chin and cheeks, but keeps going, bobbing
his head as he sucks, cheeks hollowing out.

“Oh yeah… so fuckin hot, boy!” He praises.

He moans loudly around Steve's cock, then squeezes his eyes shut in concentration as he starts to
let the head slip down his throat, then looks up at Steve, expecting either praise or for him to
absolutely obliterate his throat.

“Yeah take it you fuckin whore!” He groans. “So good.. you like my cock huh?”

Bucky tries to nod, but chokes, and has to stop for a bit before bobbing his head again, teasing with
his tongue and sucking hard, keeping his eyes on Steve, trying to coax an orgasm out of him.

Steve moanes “Oh poor baby… is my cock to big for you? Keep going, slut!” He grabs a handful
of Bucky’s hair and guides his mouth on his cock, forcefully but with a surprising amount of
restraint.

Bucky moans, shivering from the touch and the overwhelming sensation from the plug in his ass.
He is so turned on it hurts, but he still lets Steve use his mouth, eyes rolling back with a moan as he
gets close to coming again.

“You’re close aren’t you slut?” He asks rhetorically. “You can’t come until I do, whore!” He says
reaching for the plug controller and turning it off.

Bucky did his best attempt at pouting and huffing while getting his throat fucked, being right on
the edge of release and losing it frustrates the hell out of him. He starts moving back, trying to fuck
himself on the plug.

Steve clicks his tongue. “I know you’re a desperate slut, but I know you can hold on for a little
while longer… for me… please?” The please was a mock of kindness, but he knew Bucky
wouldn’t know the difference.
Bucky nodded as enthusiastically as he could, now concentrating on not coming until he was told.
He bobs his head until he takes all of Steve down his throat, holding him there for a bit, his throat
squeezing around him tightly.

Steve groans “so… good… fuck I’m close!”

Bucky moans and swallows around him, starting to get light headed from holding his breath.

“You’re such a desperate whore for my cock that you’re forgetting to breathe… can’t have that
baby…” he says tugging the man off his dick by his hair. He hears the man inhale sharply
“Breathe slave… good… isn’t that better?” He looks down at Bucky, lips pink and puffy from
sucking on his length. What a pretty whore.

"Nnn... no!" Bucky whines, panting heavily to catch his breath. "D-daddy, please... please, need
you to come down my throat, need it, Daddy~" He held his mouth open, tongue hanging out,
begging for it with the look he's giving Steve.

Hmmm ‘daddy’ wasn’t one of the words in the files, they must be bringing out the freak in him
more than expected “So needy! I’m not gonna let you bite the bullet because of how desperate you
are!” He grunts, beginning to tug on his own member. It isn’t long until Steve spills his load onto
his plaything’s face, going everywhere, some even landing on his eyelashes.

Bucky whimpers, annoyed that he didn't get his way but still taking it obediently, keeping his
mouth open until Steve is completely spent, then leans in to clean his daddy's cock with his tongue.

“You’re so good look at you, fuck!” He says before leaning down, cupping his cheeks and kissing
him. He can taste his own cum on his lips.

Bucky is beaming from the praise, and leans up to kiss Steve. His heart skips a beat with the
affection, already feeling him falling fast and hard for the older man. This should be against his
better judgement, but his better judgement was far away now, pushed out by the hypnosis.
"Daddy..." he whines, rolling his hips into the air, still needing release.

“Oh you still haven’t come baby, you’re being so good, but I still can’t let you come yet, slut.” He
says, pushing him back to the chair and strapping the vibrator to his dick again.

"No!!" Bucky whines but lets himself be manhandled back into the chair, and only squirms a little
bit while Steve straps the vibrator back in place. "Why not?"

Steve smirks. “Because good fucktoys don’t decide when to come… and you’re a good fucktoy
aren’t you?”

Bucky huffs, but nods. "Yeah... good for you, Daddy..." he complies, holding onto the chair arms
as he spreads his legs enticingly.

Steve smirks a little. The files are making him slutty but he can tell there’s still a bit of brat in him.
He doesn’t worry. Tomorrow he plans to change the files to something that will encourage
obedience.

Steve moves the vibrator up and down his plaything’s member, wanting to hear him moan once
more.

Bucky moans, legs shaking as he leans back into the chair. "O-oh god... please, lemme come~"

Steve switches it off, opting to torture his little plaything for a little while longer.
Bucky trembles and moans pathetically, his hips still moving, desperate for any kind of friction.
"Please!"

“Aww you ask so nicely for a slut…” Steve muses. He decides to grant him a small mercy and
keep the vibrator on him until he comes.

Bucky giggles breathlessly, then lets out a high pitched whine once the vibrations started back up.
"Mm, yes! S-so close, gonna come, please!" His whole body was trembling, right on the edge of
finishing. "Can I? Please?"

“Yeah sugar, you can come. You’ve been so good…”

He didn't even have time for words, and immediately came with his mouth hanging open in a silent
moan. He once again makes a mess all over himself, coming for what felt like an eternity before
finally coming down, tears welling up from the overstimulation.

“Oh baby don’t cry! There’s no reason to cry now…” he says. “You’re a pleasure puppet now…
your life is pleasure… enjoy it… revel in it like the true whore you are…”

Bucky nodded, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling. "S-so much... it's so much, I can't..."

“Oh.. you’ll be able to soon, spend the whole night like this melting your brain with the messages
and watching the spirals and you’ll learn to appreciate the pleasure with the pain…”

Steve grabs the buttplug remote and turns it on to its highest setting.

Bucky let our a high pitched yell, involuntarily pushing himself back into the chair, trying to
somehow get away from the vibrations. He was already so hard again that it hurt. "T-too much!"

“Oh babe… when your brain melts entirely it won’t be enough… so just be good for daddy and
give in to everything I’m feeding you… it’ll be easier for you if you don’t fight…”

He nods, not even really grasping what he was agreeing with, but he hiccups pathetically as the
tears keep coming. It wasn't long before he started panting again, close to coming a third time
already.

“You’re so fuckin pathetic I love it!” Steve laughs. “I’m sure you’re dehydrated baby, let me give
you some water…”

he reaches for the water bottle on the metal tray. He grabs the man by the chin to keep his mouth
open and he pours some water in his mouth forcefully.

Bucky's eyes were glazed over, staring out into the distance at nothing. He willingly let Steve open
his mouth and drank the water, but coughed and choked on it, spitting it out all over himself and
Steve.

“Awww… poor pathetic whore!” Steve says before pouring more water into his mouth slower this
time. “Let’s try that again…”

Bucky lets Steve try again - he doesn't really have enough awareness of what's going on around
him with how overstimulated he is currently. He lets out a soft, pathetic whine before coming
again, thighs shaking a lot even though he's coming dry.

Steve pats his cheek approvingly. “Good whore… good little whore…” Steve pauses for a second.
“It’s time for me to leave you here, but don’t worry, I’ll be back soon enough. By then you’ll be a
pile of goo for me to shape and mold, we’ve got a lot more to do tomorrow…”

Bucky can barely hear what Steve had said, but as soon as he turns to leave, he starts struggling to
sit upright. "No! No, stay..."

“I can’t baby, but I’ll be back… I promise…” he smirks. “In the mean time let my words continue
to permeate your little head huh?”

Bucky whimpers, but nods, sinking back into the chair. "Okay..." He believes Steve when he says
he will be back, even though there's no reason he should.

Steve walks through the door, leaving the room and walking out to all his hydra colleagues. “You
did good son, his boss says. If this goes well we’ll be able to have a slut for every worker.”

Chapter End Notes

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Chapter 2 coming soon

Steve comes in the next morning, proud to see just how much Bucky’s brains have
been fried through the pleasure brainwashing regiment he has created. Everything
seems to be going as planned, but when other HYDRA agents come in to test out
Steve’s new toy, and when things go awry, what is to be done then?

Chapter Notes

Here comes chapter 2! Hope you guys enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Bucky has lost all sense of time not too long after Steve had left. All he can remember is crying
after he was left alone, an overwhelming fear overtaking him at the thought of being alone in the
facility. That fear is soon wipes away, though, as the hypnosis does its job. The little bits of fight
and brattiness that Bucky had in him were gone, and all that was left was a willingness to serve and
a clean slate for programming.

The vibrator and buttplug stayed on through the night, and after the fifth orgasm, Bucky could
barely even register them, his attention on the spiral that has been playing on loop throughout the
night. His body was completely wrung out, his cock and his hole ached, he had had only one sip of
water hours ago, but he kept having dry orgasms.

He’s a mess, covered in drool and dried come, but he doesn’t even have the ability to care
anymore. One of the orgasms causes him to wet himself, and even the strong scent of his own piss
can’t break him out of his trance. He’s finally that perfectly malleable pile of goo that Steve set out
to make him.

Steve walks into the room they keep his slutty project in the next morning, the foul smell of piss
permeating his nostrils. Poor slut must’ve messed himself last night. That simply won’t do. He
looks over across the room to the man shaking and limp. He makes his way over to him and takes
off his restraints before he reaches for the buttplug remote to turn it off and then switches off the
vibrator too, and takes it off his dick. He takes the headphones off of him too. He’s drooling and
messy and stinks.“Come on piss whore come with me time to clean you up…” he helps him up,
starting to walk him over to the shower at the corner of the room.

Bucky clings onto Steve tightly, nearly falling over if it wasn't for the other man's strong hold on
him. He doesn't even have the capacity to feel shame anymore, he just looks up at Steve and smiles
sweetly. "Daddy..." he says, speech still slurring from how scrambled his mind is. He nuzzles his
side not unlike a cat, craving any kind of touch he can get at the moment.

“Told you I’d be back baby… How could l leave such a sweet slut? Hold onto me while I wash
you… can you do that? Huh?”
Bucky nods and hums contently in response. He holds onto Steve tightly, standing up as straight as
he can to nuzzle at his jawline.

Steve starts the shower, it’s cold at first and makes Bucky shiver but soon grows warmer. Steve
grabs for the small container of generic body wash and squirts some on his hand before lathering
him up. Soon after he grabs a washcloth and a little bit more soap. “Close your eyes, I’m gonna
wipe my cum off your face…”

Bucky closes his eyes as instructed, and sighs at the pleasant feeling of warm water on his face.
This feels nice, and the gentle way that Steve wipes his face makes him feel tingly all over.

“Good little slut, I’m sure that feels better huh, a clean fresh face?”

"Uh huh..." Bucky went limp against Steve's chest, nuzzling it lovingly.

“Aww we wrecked you so hard you can’t even stand straight… Poor slut, let me wash your hair
and you can sit down again…” he says and he lathers his hair before washing it off. Steve is proud,
Bucky’s brain is fried. His programming is working.

He nods, not really aware of what he is agreeing with, but starts pressing soft kisses to Steve's
chest. He keeps his eyes shut the whole time, taking care to not get shampoo in his eyes at least.

“You’re a clingy little fuck aren’t you baby?” Steve teases coldly before turning off the water.
“Stay here, hold on to the bar if you need to. I gotta wipe down your seat before we can continue
your programming… You unsanitary bitch!”

Steve walks over and begins cleaning the chair before finishing and walking back to the man.

Bucky is too far gone for anything but giggles and affection, and he laughs softly as he falls over,
grabbing the bar before he hits the ground. "Hi Daddy~" he greets in a sing-songy voice once Steve
makes his way back to the shower.

“Stupid fuck slut…” Steve murmurs to himself. “Hold on to me!”

Bucky holds his arms up, hands splayed out towards Steve. "Pick me up~"

Steve looks at him mildly annoyed and spits in his face. “You're not the one who makes demands
around here, whore!”

He laughs, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. "I can't get up, though... Legs don't work…
Thank you for your spit, Daddy…" he smiles widely with a stupid expression on his face,
overjoyed by being spit on by his master.

Steve grabs him by his hair, beginning to drag him back over to the chair.

"Ow~" Bucky whines, but he doesn't even sound that pained. In fact, he sounds like he's enjoying
the rough treatment.

“Sit back you filthy slut!” He pushes him into the chair and straps him in again.

Bucky lets himself be manhandled, and sinks back into the chair, legs spread wide and ready for
whatever his daddy has in store for him.

What a desperate whore. “I’m going to loop a different track today to program you even deeper… I
need you to listen to the words and internalize them…” Steve says before putting the pair of
headphones back on Bucky and switching out the files to an obedience addiction file he made
himself, it also introduces triggers to make him like a puppy a puppy or to make him stay still
among other things.

He nods eagerly, and lets Steve put the headphones on him. Honestly, the overnight hypnosis has
already done its job, leaving him broken beyond repair, but this will solidify the work that Steve
has already done. It isn't long until Bucky has his head lolled to the side and starts drooling all over
himself, internalizing the words playing in his ears. Completely pliant, he really can take anything
right now, as long as his master told him so.

Steve pulls a chair in front of him to watch him all the while, a smirk growing on his face at how
stupid the man’s face looked.

Eventually, hours later, the words being pumped into his ears trigger something deep inside of
him, and Bucky sits up straight, looking more attentive but still having that glossy, empty eyes
look. "Daddy..." he sighs softly, then starts struggling against his restraints. "Mm... lemme make
you feel good, please, wanna be good... s'all I'm good at, yeah?"

“Yes baby… Aren’t you a smart little slut!” Steve says with a little bit of pride.

Bucky smiles, relishing in the praise, but still tries his best to move closer to Steve. "Wanna suck,
like before.... Can I Daddy? Please, can I?"

“So desperate… So good… But I can’t use you just yet… We’ve gotta see how you are around
other people…” Steve says.

"Mmhm, yeah... Wanna make you happy, Daddy~" Steve could have said anything at that moment
and Bucky would have agreed to it.

Steve walks over to the door, opening it. HYDRA agents are standing in a line to come. His
colleague Rumlow comes in first. He walks in, daunting. The others will have to wait and watch
through the one way mirror.

“Is that the bitch?” Rumlow asks.

“You’ve got it.” Steve says with pride leaking through in his voice.

Bucky locks eyes with the stranger, and recoils away from him as much as he can while strapped to
this chair. He doesn't like the way that he looks, and he tries his best to make that clear with his
body language.

“You really fucked him up didn’t you?” Rumlow says, impressed. “Can I have a go at him?”
Rumlow asks excitedly with a certain darkness in his voice.

Steve nods. “By all means…”

Rumlow walks over to him, a finger caressing his dazed out face.

Bucky hisses at the strange man for having the audacity to touch his face while his master is
standing right there. The programming is still strong, he does want to obey, but not to anyone but
Steve, and especially not this creep.

“The fuck?” Rumlow murmurs to himself. He pays no mind and starts unzipping his jeans. He
releases him from his restraints He pulls out his own cock. “Suck it… now!”
Bucky glares up at this ugly, pushy stranger waving his dick in his face. He hates him, hates that
he's taking time away from his daddy. When he gets too close, Bucky bites at the head of his cock,
growling softly.

“ Gah! The fuck is wrong with your slut here!? I thought your plan was fool proof!” Rumlow yells.

“It’s not an exact science, I can’t guarantee anything… he was subservient to me…” Steve
explains,

“Fuck this!” Rumlow says before pulling up his pants and storming out.

Bucky snickers to himself, watching smugly as the other man leaves.

“Why the hell did you do that, slut?” Steve asks him.

He looks up at Steve, that same puppy dog eyed look back on his face as he smiles. "No strangers,
just Daddy..." He answers.

“But I made you to be passed around by everyone!” Steve snaps

"Don't wanna… I obey you Daddy… I’m your fuckslut to be used… use my holes, Master…" He
pouts up at Steve, not wanting to say no but he really hated the idea of being anyone else's but his.
"Just Daddy… Just Master… just for you, Master…"

The hypnosis must’ve worked too well. He figures that next time with the next subject he will be a
little more specific to make it so the subjects will listen to all of HYDRA instead of just him. This
is his first time dabbling in this kind of brainwashing, so there was bound to be mistakes. That’s
when it hits him, Bucky has been calling him daddy and master because he’s somehow aware that
Steve is the one who made him like this. Interesting.

He opens the door to bring in another colleague, Rollins. Steve could tell he was a bit nervous. He
must have been watching Rumlow’s interaction with the subject. He ushers him in and pats him on
the back.

“Try not to worry man, he’s just a brainless slut…” Steve eases.

“He tried to bite of Rumlow’s dick and you’re telling me not to be scared?” Rollins asks.

Steve sighs. “This is a work in progress, next time I do this with another subject it will be better…
Go over and try him out…”

Rollins walks over to the subject, who has a distressed look on his face.

“Master, Daddy, help!” He whines. As Rollins gets closer Bucky squirms. Eventually he tries to
get up out of the chair amd starts to walk to Steve but his body is putty and his legs are jelly so he
just lands flat on his face.

Rollins backs away, unsure of what to do, not wanting to pick him up in fear of what the subject
might do when he sees he’s not Steve.

“I’m just gonna go.” Rollins says, exiting the lab.

Steve walks over to his subject, picking him up and pushing him back in the chair. “Stupid slut!
You can’t even walk on your own!” He says.

After Bucky sits back on the chair he clings himself to Steve, wrapping his arms around him being
to weep quietly. His words are slurring slightly as he tries to muster a full sentence. “Men scary
Daddy… Don’t want them t’use me… Don’t want them t’ruin Master’s property…”

His property… Bucky thinks of himself as his property.

“Let go of me I have to see something, slut!” Steve says.

Bucky lets go of him with no hassle.

Steve goes out the door to talk to his boss, Pierce

“Sir, the new project went south. What do we do?” Steve asks.

“So I see, I’ve been out here observing you the whole time. You can take this one home and keep
him as is since he only listens to you.” Peirce says.

“Really sir?” Steve asks.

“Well of course! We have no use for him, and what’s the point of killing him if he’s still useful to
one of our own, take him at the end of the day, just make sure to update us about him, and by the
way, you’re still welcome to bring him in and continue to use our equipment on him.” Peirce
answers.

“Thank you sir.” Steve says

“Now get back in there and continue your experiments!” Peirce says.

And so Steve does.

Bucky doesn't understand why Steve leaves the room. He blinks slowly, first confused, then
worries that he wasn't going to come back. He starts tearing up, whimpering pathetically as Steve
comes back into the room. "Daddy!" he wails.

“Jesus Christ, bitch!” Steve says. This one has a lot of separation anxiety. He supposes it’s a little
cute. “I’m right here!”

He makes grabby hands at Steve, feeling better now that he is back. "Did I do good?" he asks.

Steve doesn’t answer him. “Change of plans… you’re coming home with me… you’ll be mine and
only mine…”

Bucky's face lights up, that's all of the validation he needs. "Only yours," he repeats with a dumb
smile on his face.

“That’s right baby that’s right… you know what’s gonna happen now?” Steve muses.

Bucky shakes his head, still smiling and drooling a bit.

“I'm gonna let you choke on my cock some more baby… and I want you to keep listening to the
whispers while I do… you’ve had a stressful day… it’s time to submit yourself to me…”

Bucky nods with a whine. "Please, gimme~"

Steve slaps him quick and harsh “I told you! You aren’t the one who gets to make demands around
here, you fuckin whore!”
Bucky returns the kiss eagerly, runs his fingers through Steve's hair and holds onto him tightly.
He tugs on the other man's bottom lip with his teeth and sucks on it, then licks at it. "Thank you,
Daddy~" he giggles.

“So good…” he repeats as he opens the fly of his jeans and pulls his pants down with his boxers.
“Now suck!” He demands, forcefully grabbing Bucky by his hair to pull him closer.

Bucky doesn't even need to be pulled closer, he already has his lips around the head of Steve's
cock. He moans around it and wraps his fingers around the shaft, jerking him off slowly as he
swirls his tongue around teasingly.

Steve slaps him again “Fucking tease!” He says under his breath “You call that sucking, whore?”

He moans, looking up at Steve with puppy dog eyes as he starts bobbing his head, getting about
halfway before holding him in his mouth, sucking hard.

Steve spits on him. “Good, you little bitch! At least you know how to listen to me!” Steve tugs on
his hair again.

Bucky giggles, pleased with himself as he starts taking more of his cock, stopping once it hits the
back of his throat.

“Ah fuck!” Steve moans, throwing his head back. He fucks into Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky gags a bit, and exhales through his nose as he tries to relax, letting Steve take control.

“You pathetic fuck!” He laughs “Do you like gagging on my cock? Huh?”

"Mmmhm~" Bucky whines, eyes rolling back as he gags a bit, drooling all over himself.

Steve smirks, proud of himself. “Such a needy little cunt!”

Bucky moans, choking and drooling even more. He's starting to feel lightheaded, but it doesn't
really register over the overwhelming pleasure.

“Take it deeper bitch!” He says before thrusting hard in his mouth again.

He gags loudly, tears streaming down his face now, and grabs onto Steve's hips with his shaking
hands to keep himself upright.

“Perfect…” he moans, feeling himself on the edge.

Bucky feels his heart swell in his chest at the compliment, and he looks up at Steve lovingly, as if
he's the only person in the world. He swears he's seeing stars, and doesn't associate it with the fact
that he hasn't been able to breathe for minutes.

Steve keeps ravaging his throat, so close that his vision is getting blurry at the edges.

Slowly, Bucky's grip on Steve's hips loosen, and his eyes slip shut, starting to go limp.

Steve continues fucking into his mouth finally finishing a few seconds later, spurting hot cum
down his throat.

Bucky chokes, whimpers pathetically, only being held up at this point by Steve holding onto his
hair as he loses consciousness.
Steve lets go of his hair and watches as Bucky slumps to the floor. He spits on him. “My perfect
slut!” He says before picking him up and putting him back in his chair.

Bucky isn't out for long. After about ten minutes, he slowly regains consciousness, and is suddenly
very aware of how sore his jaw is. He smiles up at Steve once he realizes he's still in the room.
"Daddy~"

Steve pats his face slowly “that was amazing!”

Bucky nuzzles his hand, giggling softly. "Thank you, Daddy~"

“Open your fucking mouth!” Steve demands.

Bucky nods, still dazed, and does as he's told, his tongue hanging out a bit.

Steve grabs him by his hair again before spitting in his mouth and slapping his face with his other
hand. “There, that’s your reward!” He growls.

Bucky flinched from the slap, but was still smiling up at him. "Thanks, I loved it~"

“Good whore! Keep listening to your programming and I’ll be back to take you home at the end of
the day!”

He nods, giddy at the thought of going home with Steve at the end of the day. "Yes Master~"

Steve leaves, counting down the minutes till he can come back.

Bucky frowns, not liking that Steve has to leave. He was given an order, though, so he sits back
and starts to listen to his programming again. Soon, he isn't capable of thinking about anything
else. He loses himself in the repeating sounds and commands, and he isn't even aware of what he's
doing when his hand starts sliding down his torso and his fingers wrap around his painful erection.
He slips two of his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them while he touches himself, not taking
much before coming all over himself with a high-pitched moan.

Steve has no problem finishing work but when he is done he rushes to the experimentation room
where his subject, Bucky is kept. His own personal fucktoy. He is eager to see him again. He
walks down the halls and opens the door to the room, running in to see Bucky covered in his own
cum, rubbing another one out absent-mindedly.

Bucky hasn't been able to stop touching himself since then. He letsout a soft whimper as Steve
walks in, oversensitive but still touching himself slowly, so far gone in his trance that he didn't
even hear Steve walk in.

“What the fuck is this?!” Steve yells.

Bucky jumps in his seat, eyes wide as if he had forgotten that Steve was going to come back. "Hi,
sir~" he greets, his hand going still but still wrapped around his shaft.

Steve walks over to him angrily and grabs his face with one hand, making Bucky’s face squish
together in an almost uncomfortable state. “Stupid bitch!” He says before slapping him harshly.
“Your body isn’t your own! I own you! Your body is mine!” He says slapping him again but
harder. “I’m feeling merciful though so I will tell you this once and only once, slut! I’ll allow you
to touch yourself all you want, but your orgasm is mine to control!”

Bucky actually whines in pain at the last slap, then looks up at Steve with that same kicked puppy
look. "Can't help it, Daddy..." he whimpers. "M'just a slut... needed it so bad, it hurt..."

He slaps him a third time. “How about this? Does that hurt, slut?”

Bucky moans, clearly enjoying the pain, but still feeling upset about disappointing his master.
"Yes, please~ Need to be punished for being bad..."

Steve smirks. He knows the perfect punishment. “You want an orgasm, I’ll give you an orgasm!
I’ll give you many!”

After giving Bucky another quick shower, he opens him up to put the buttplug back in before
turning it to the highest setting. He leaves for a moment to retrieve some vibrating underwear that
hydra intended to torture him with before putting the pair on him and turning that up to its highest
setting as well so Bucky was getting overstimulated at both ends and his dick was growing hard
again.

Bucky lets himself be manhandled, moaning nice and pretty while Steve stretches him open,
throwing his head back as the plug is shoved in. He is close to the edge even before the underwear
was put on, and as soon as Steve pulls it up, he comes almost immediately, making a mess.

“You better get used to it slut! You’re gonna be this way all the way home!”

Bucky falls to his knees, whining loudly as he presses his hands to the wall to keep himself upright.
"Mmm, Daddy, please~" he cries, starting to tear up from being overwhelmed. "So much..."

Steve doesn’t answer him. He grabs a collar and a leash to go clamp around his neck “Alright,
we’re gonna walk through the halls. You’re gonna be on your hands and knees. When we get
outside we will be escorted home in a company owned car.”

Bucky gets down on his hands and knees with no fuss, looking up at Steve with adoration as he
waits for him to lead him out. He's still crying and softly sniffling from being overwhelmed but
that doesn't get in the way for his need to be subservient.

Steve walks through the halls with Bucky, getting smug looks from everyone around, and soon
they got outside. Steve helped him into the car since he was shaking.

Bucky is far beyond feeling shame, but he does let out some pretty embarrassing whimpers and
moans as the plug gets moved around as he crawls. As soon as they get in the car, he crawls into
Steve's lap, whining and really crying at this point. "Sir... please!" he sobs.

“This is what you wanted, whore!” Steve yells.

Bucky nods, wiping at his tears and rests his head on Steve's shoulder, whimpering softly but still
taking the punishment obediently. He hides his face in the older man's neck as he starts shaking
through another orgasm.

“Let them hear what a whore you are!”

He keeps his face hidden in Steve's neck, still moaning loudly despite it being muffled as he
comes, making even more of a mess this time.

“Perfect.” He says before kissing him on the head in a gesture surprisingly gentle for him.

Bucky whimpers, then moves to press gentle kisses to Steve's neck, smiling softly. "Hm? I do
good?" he asks in between pants, too far gone to realize that the car has stopped.
“You’re my perfect whore, babe.” He says before kissing him gently. He’s beginning to enjoy
having this little cumslut around.

Bucky kisses Steve back eagerly, the kiss surprisingly chaste for how hard and sticky he is at the
moment. He clings onto Steve tightly as he's carried inside, giggling softly as he keeps pressing
sloppy kisses to his face. "Where're we going, Daddy?" he asks in between kisses.

“Home, babe…” he says, opening the door and walking through the door.

"Oh." Bucky tries his best to look around, but he keeps getting distracted by the vibrations still
going strong and how nice it feels to kiss Steve's face.

Inside Steve lays him down on the couch. The slut was already presenting his ass in the air.

Bucky drools a little bit on the couch, waving his ass in the air slowly with a giggle. His brain is
scrambled from the overstimulation.

Steve pulls down the vibrating panties and slaps Bucky’s ass just to see it jiggle.

Bucky moans and spreads his legs a bit more, still desperate for it.

Steve turns off the buttplug manually with the button on the back and pulls it out, dropping it to the
floor.

“You need to eat… You must be a hungry little whore…”

Bucky giggles, hips swaying. "Want your cum, Daddy..."

“No! You need real food, you dumb bitch!” Steve walks into the kitchen to prepare something
small.

He continues to giggle, laughing even louder now. "Okay, Daddy~" After a while, Bucky had to do
something about feeling so empty, so he slips two fingers inside of himself, thighs shaking as he
started to fuck himself on his fingers, but being careful not to make himself come.

Steve glances over to him and smirks “Good fuckslut… I’ll have your sandwich ready in a
minute…”

He shoves another finger inside of himself, taking it easily after being stretched out by the plug for
so long.

“You better not fucking cum or else I’m going to punish you again and it won’t be fun…” Steve
yells from the kitchen.

"Not gonna come!" he answers with a pout, but whines loudly as he positions his fingers just right,
precome leaking onto the couch as he starts fucking himself faster. "Nn.. not gonna..."

“Good, now stop that so you can eat your sandwich, slut!” Steve says, handing him the plate.

"No!" Bucky whines, not wanting to feel empty again. He keeps up the pace with his fingers, and
starts humping the couch slowly. "Can't stop... feels too good..."

Steve slaps his face! “I said stop!”

"Can't!" he moans, humping the couch faster until he finally comes with a yelp.
“That’s it turn around turn over!” Steve says as he forcefully flips him around. “Open your fucking
mouth!”

Bucky whimpers as he is forced to flip over, then opens his mouth as instructed.

Steve sticks his fingers in Bucky’s mouth, stretching it before he shoves the sandwich inside.
Bucky gags. “You better fucking eat that, whore!”

Bucky gags and chokes, making a mess but still swallowing some of it.

Steve slaps him, causing him to sputter some of it out of his mouth.

"M'sorry, sir..." Bucky whines after trying to eat what he can. "Felt too good, I'm just a dumb
whore..."

“At least you’re aware of what you are!”

"Uh huh... Just a hole for you," he agrees with a soft smile.

“Yeah you’re fuckin right!” Steve says before turning him around and unzipping his fly.

Bucky's eyes widen, and he holds his ass up in the air, then reaches back to spread himself open.

Steve smacks him directly on his hole

Bucky jumps with a yelp, his cock twitching and dribbling precome. "Yes! Feels good~"

“You’ve already opened yourself up, there’s no point in foreplay!” He says before rubbing his cock
against his hole one the thrusting in.

He claws at the couch, pushing back against Steve's thrusts. "Fuck me~" he whines, biting down
on his bottom lip.

“Oh you’re so good!” Steve grunts.

"Yeah, want your cum Master~" He tightens around Steve, and moans as he gets fucked open.

“You’ll get it, dollface you’ll get it…” he says before pulling him back by his hair and slapping his
face.

Bucky's eyes roll back, whimpering as he gets slapped. "God, yes! So deep..."

Steve starts up at a faster pace as he’s wrecking him.

His thighs were very sore from how many times he had tensed them up while coming. He fell over,
being held up by Steve's hand in his hair.

Steve kept fucking into him regardless of is position.

"Nn.. Daddy, daddy please, need it!" he whines, trying to reach between his legs to touch himself.

“You’ve done enough!” Steve growls.

He huffs in frustration, but keeps his hands away and pushes his hips back instead.

“Good boy.” Steve says, running his hand down Bucky’s back.
Bucky smiles, glowing with the praise as he feels himself getting closer to finishing without being
touched.

“Let me do all the work baby… you just stay there and look pretty…” Steve says.

"Uh huh," he moans and nods, then stops moving his hips to let Steve take over. “Sit ‘n look
pretty…” He smiles.

Steve fucks into him with abandon, the sound of skin on skin and the smell of sex filling the room.

Bucky whines, his aching thighs tensing up while coming on the couch once again.

“Lick up your fucking cum, you filthy little cunt!” Steve says.

"F-fuck, yes Master~" he answers, drooling onto the couch as he licks at it, not even able to reach
the spot where he had come, but licking it anyway.

“Dirty desperate whore!” Steve says.

"Daddy~" he sobs, clawing at the couch, tightening around his cock.

“Gah you’re so fucking good!”

"Nnn, come in me, Master… come in me please~"

Steve feels himself teetering on the edge of climax. A few more thrusts and he’s gone Steve comes
with a shout in his fucktoy.

Bucky lets out a high-pitched whine as Steve finally finishes inside of him, and moves his hips
back to make sure to milk him completely dry.

“Good boy…” Steve says.

Bucky mumbles something incoherent, shivering at the feeling of Steve's come dripping out of his
hole. It made him dirty, used, and owned, even more so than the collar that was around his neck.

Steve slaps Bucky’s ass before giving a teasing lick to his hole.

Bucky shivers from the feeling of Steve's tongue on his abused hole, whining and laying down flat
on his stomach. Being on his knees for so long was getting painful.

Steve continued to poke and prod at his hole with his tongue.

Bucky hums contently, then rests his head on his crossed arms and closes his eyes. "Thanks,
Daddy..." he mumbled, clearly worn out.

“You tired baby?” Steve asks, surprisingly tender.

Bucky nods with a yawn. "Uh huh..."

Steve gets off of him and pulls up his pants. He goes to get an extra blanket from his room. He
comes out and Bucky is already sleeping. He looks wrecked but somehow angelic. He wraps him
in the blanket before carrying him to the guest room and laying him on the bed before going to his
own room.
Bucky stays asleep for a few good hours, but eventually slowly stirs awake again. He blinks
sleepily at his surroundings before he realizes he had no idea where he was. Covering his mouth,
he sits up with a start, confused and terrified before the events of the evening come back to him.
He calms down once he remembers he's in Steve's house, then, after a few moments of
deliberating, hops out of bed to go find Steve. The third room he checks is Steve's bedroom, and he
carefully crawls into bed with him, snuggling close.

“What the fuck?!” Steve says tiredly.

Bucky jumps, still half asleep. "Oh!" he yelps, then smiles dumbly up at Steve. "Hi..." He nuzzles
the other man's shoulder with his cheek. "Warm..."

“No! Get out!”

Steve sighs and gets up, quickly returning with a pair of headphones. “If you listen to more of my
files I’ll let you sleep here… put these on and I’ll turn it on for you…” Steve rubs the bridge of his
nose tiredly.

Bucky smiles again, giggling as he puts the headphones on like he's instructed to.

Steve taps a few things on his phone and soon the files begin playing on a loop for Bucky. “There,
now you can stay here.” He says loud enough for Bucky to hear. Steve gets back under his covers
and turns over.

Bucky lays down on the bed, snuggling close to Steve, and gently slips deeper into a trance. He
lets out an unintelligible noise, resting against Steve's chest.

Steve begrudgingly wraps an arm around Bucky. He had to admit it was nice having someone else
around, even if no intelligence was left in him. He hates to admit it but he craved intimacy. “Good
night, dummy…” he whispers before kissing his head.

Bucky drools on Steve's chest, falling back to sleep quickly.

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Steve wakes up in the morning, confused that he feels arms wrapped around him, a head on his
chest, and something wet dripping down from his stomach. He looks to see Bucky, he’s still
asleep, his arms are wrapped around his waist and he’s drooling on Steve. He can hear him
mumble words, no doubt mantras from the file that had been repeating for him all night. He looks
kinda cute.

Bucky doesn't wake up until Steve moves enough to disturb him. He yawns softly then nuzzles
Steve's chest with his cheek, slowly blinking his eyes open. He mumbles something unintelligible
and smiles up at the other man, clearly still in a daze.

Steve suppresses the fluttery feeling in his chest. Is he really starting to like having him around that
much? No, he can’t… He’s just a fuck toy.

"Hi~" he greets, voice still slurring from just waking up and from how melted his mind was. He
starts pressing kisses to Steve's chest, slowly working his way down as he cups his bulge with his
hand. The only thing on his mind right now is pleasing his master.

Steve lets out a guttural moan, being caught off guard by Bucky’s actions.

Bucky giggles, pleased with the reaction he had gotten. He pushes on Steve's hip until he lays on
his back, then straddles his thighs to finish kissing down his chest to right above the waistband of
his underwear. All the while he is gently rocking his hips, already hard and dripping just from the
tapes he had listened to all night. He mouths at the front of his boxers, leaving a wet spot from the
drool.

“Fuck!” Steve breathes. “Keep going, slut!”

Bucky moans at the encouragement, then adjusts so he can tug Steve's underwear down just
enough to let his cock free. He starts drooling even more, then eagerly puts the head in his mouth,
teasingly swirling his tongue around it.

“Gah… Mmm—Fuck!” Steve moans, arching his back.

Bucky looks up at Steve, glowing from the reaction he's getting, knowing that he's doing his job
well. He starts to take more of his cock into his mouth, wrapping his fingers around the part that he
can't fit just yet and gently jerks him off.

“Ahh… Ahh… shit—!” Steve moans.

Eventually, Bucky moves his hand away and tries to take Steve all of the way down, gagging and
choking a bit. Focusing on not overdoing it is hard when he wants it so desperately, but it's only a
short matter of time before he's swallowing around his cock.

Steve shuts his eyes, face twisting in pleasure as he bucks his hips into the man’s mouth.

Bucky whines, gagging loudly as Steve forces himself further down his throat. The angle he's
currently in makes it hurt more than usual, and he tears up but bobs his head a bit encouragingly.

“Fuck! I’m gonna come!” Steve shouts before shuttering and spurting hot cum down Bucky’s
throat.

Bucky moans as he greedily swallows down everything, still sucking and teasing with his tongue to
make sure to get every last drop, desperate and needy for it as if his life depends on it.

Steve breathes heavily coming down from his orgasm. “You’re so good…”

Bucky slowly pulls off of Steve, teasing the head of his cock with his tongue just to ensure that he's
really gotten every single last drop. "Mm... thank you master~" he beams up at his master, very
pleased with himself.

“Fuck I gotta piss… I’ll be back… you just sit there and look pretty…” Steve says before starting
to walk to the bathroom.

Bucky's smile fades. "No!" he cries out, then grabs onto Steve and tries to pull him back. "Don't
go... please, Daddy, I need it, wanna be good for you, lemme taste it~" His mouth hangs open after
he finishes whining, hopefully enticing him further.

"Please!" Bucky moans, panting as if he was in heat. "I'm your desperate little slave whore, I'm
anything you want me to be, Daddy. C'mon, sir, wanna taste you so bad, lemme be your piss slut,
please~"

“Alright… kneel for me and open your filthy mouth!” Steve says, grabbing a hold of his dick to
get it ready for his slut.

"Thank you, sir~" He kneels on the bed, opening his mouth and looking up at Steve with adoration,
wanting nothing more than his praise after he fulfills his duty as a couple of holes for his master to
use however he sees fit.

Steve aims and begins relieving himself into his perfect slave’s mouth. “Oh show me how much
you want it you fuck! Tell me how much you love my piss!”

Bucky whines, eyes rolling back with the pleasure of being used and filthy. He starts to tell Steve
this as he was told, but no words come out, just a whimper as the piss dribbles out of his mouth and
gets all over his chin, too far gone to realize that trying to talk was a bad idea until he actually tries
it.

“Don’t let out a fucking drop, whore!” He demands just before he finishes.

Bucky opens his mouth again, catching the rest in his mouth, shivering as the excess on his face
and chin starts to run down his neck. Nearly all of his senses are completely overwhelmed at this
point, and the depravity of it all makes his erection throb.

“Good slut… now wipe your mouth!” Steve says.

Bucky does as instructed, trying to wipe at his face with the back of his hand.

“Good boy… so obedient and ready at this early in the morning…”

"Thank you, master..." Bucky's thighs are trembling at this point, painfully hard.

“Awww poor baby…” Steve mocks. “All hot and heavy from letting me use your mouth…”

He bites his lip, shuddering from the taste still on his mouth. He wants release, but won't do
anything until he's given permission.

“Stroke your cock for me baby, but don’t cum… just edge yourself for me” Steve says.

Bucky huffs, taking his cock in his hand and rolling his hips, fucking into his fist. "T-thank you,
Daddy~"

Steve leans in and takes the headphones off his head before messing with his hair a little bit.
“Good boy… don’t cum… just edge for me…”

"Good boy..." he repeats to himself, giggling softly as he sits back on his thighs, needing to rest his
knees.

“Yeah…” Steve eases. “And you don’t wanna disappoint me do you?”

Bucky shakes his head. "Nu uh. Don't wanna."

“If you feel like you’re gonna cum, slap your dick, and stop stroking until you can continue.” Steve
says.

"Yes sir," he says in between panting. He bites down on his bottom lip and keeps holding eye
contact with Steve, his strokes getting quicker as he feels himself getting closer. The only thing that
is really on his mind is how much he needed to please his master, how receiving praise from him is
better than any orgasm he can give himself.

“My work wants to see your progress… remember to take pictures of yourself and don’t hold
back…” Steve starts. “I need to get some work done from home so entertain yourself with that and
don’t stop until I come back to bring you lunch…”

"Yes sir." Having a task to focus on will keep Bucky occupied, so he won't have the brain capacity
to worry if Steve will come back or not. He lets out a moan, covering his mouth with his free hand,
bites down on his finger as he feels himself get right on the edge of release. He moves his hand
away then slaps himself, moaning with the pain as his hips jerk forward, desperately trying to find
any sort of friction.

“Good boy… I’ll be in my office…” Steve says turning around and exiting the room.

Bucky is panting and tearing up at this point, already overwhelmed but determined to follow
orders. After a few deep breaths to calm himself and another slap to his dick to bring himself down
again, he starts touching himself again, slowly at first.

Steve goes into his office and begins to work. Though out the day he hears Bucky moan. At lunch
time he takes a break to make himself a lunch and he does so for Bucky as well. He brings Bucky
his lunch and sets it on the bedside table. “Stop edging, you need to eat!”

It doesn't take long for Bucky to be right back on the edge. He yelps as he slaps himself again, then
nearly falls over when he tries to grab the phone on the bedside table, the floaty feeling of being
this deep in subspace making it hard to move. With shaking hands, he takes a picture of his leaking
cock, then another one with his hand wrapped around it. This cycle of edging, slapping himself to
stop him from tipping over that edge and trying his hardest to take pictures. He's so deep in this
trance that he doesn't look up at Steve until he hears his demand. "Mmhm..." he hums with a nod as
he drops his hands to the side. "Yes, Master..." He obediently opens his mouth and waits to be fed.

Steve walks over to the bed and gets on it, making his way over to Bucky. He brings the sandwich
up to his mouth and lets him and lets him take “There you go…”

Bucky meets Steve's gaze with a look of pure adoration as he eats. staying quiet until he finishes
eating. He then licks at his owner's fingers, making sure to clean them off completely. "Thank
you…Daddy..." he says sweetly, giving him a dazed smile.

“You’re welcome, slave…” Steve pays his chin with an almost roughness.

Bucky giggles, and just lets himself be manhandled before his hand falls onto the phone again.
"Oh..." he says before holding the phone out to Steve. "I did it."

“Good boy.” Steve takes the phone, looking through his photos gallery. “Very good…”

His eyes light up at the praise, and he lets himself fall forward so he can rest on Steve's chest and
nuzzle it lovingly. "I'm very good?" he asks just to hear it again.

Steve doesn’t answer him, he just pushes his lips into Bucky's, holding his face firmly.

Bucky kisses Steve back eagerly, reaching up to hold his master's hand.

Steve hits at his hand to make him stop “No!”

Bucky drops his hand down back to his side, not a single complaint as he continues to kiss him.

Bucky is being the perfect submissive fuck and it makes Steve go feral. He pins him to the bed
before biting his lip.

Bucky moans into the kiss, becoming acutely aware of how badly he needed to come as Steve
presses down on his cock. "Daddy..." he pants softly against his lips.

“What do you want, slut?” He breathes.

He moves his hips against Steve's, whining desperately. "It hurts, please, sir..."

Steve lets go of Bucky and takes off his clothes ass in the air. “Get the lube now, slave! It’s in the
drawer.” Steve looks at him as he scrambles to find the lube. “I need you to open me up before you
fuck me…”

Bucky's eyes go wide at the command - even in his current state he's a little taken aback. He checks
the same drawer twice before opening the one below it, then pulls out the small bottle. "Y-yes
sir..." he stutters, fiddling with the bottle before getting it open and coating his fingers with it. He
hesitates a bit before gently teasing Steve's hole, making sure there's enough lube on it before
pushing one finger inside of him. "Is this okay?"
“Yes, slave… perfect…” Steve breathes.

The praise is all that Bucky needs to keep going. He keeps at it, carefully stretching Steve out with
two fingers before kneeling onto the bed behind him. He makes sure to slick his cock up with the
lube before gently pressing the tip against his hole. "Can I?"

“Keep opening me up… or is your cock so small that you think it’ll fit in my tight hole without
anymore fuss?” Steve mocks.

Bucky blushes brightly, looking down at his dick that he's holding in his hand. "I think it would
fit..."

“Go ahead and try if you’re that confident in your tiny cock…”

Bucky bites down on his bottom lip, holding back a moan as he slowly pushes the head inside of
him. "Does it hurt?"

“No it feels good… do you like my tight hole, slave?”

Bucky nods quickly, carefully grabs Steve's hips and moans loudly as he bottoms out inside of
him. "Uh huh..." he whimpers, trying his hardest to not come just from the tight heat around him.
He slowly starts to move his own hips, breathing out of his nose slowly to calm himself.

“Don’t hold back your fucking noises, I wanna hear how desperate you are for my hole!” Steve
demands.

"Yes sir!" he whines loudly, still trying to keep his thrusts slow, already panting from how overly
sensitive he is right now.

Steve pushes back, fucking himself on Bucky’s dick. “Keep going!” Steve says.

Bucky nods, whimpering with each thrust. "T-thank you, Master..." he chokes on a sob as his
thrusts get quicker and more erratic. Tears start running down his cheeks, overwhelmed by the
tight heat and the fact that Steve is even allowing him to do this.

Steve lets out a guttural groan from his throat, pushing back on Bucky’s dick. “Fuck…”

"Wanna be good... need to be good for you..." Bucky babbles incoherently, holding onto Steve
tightly, legs shaking as he gets close. "Mm! C-close, so close... lemme come, please!"

“My pleasure comes first, whore!” Steve yells.

Bucky has to slow his thrusts to keep himself from finishing, and he bites down on his bottom lip
so hard he starts to bleed. "Uh huh... m'sorry, sir..."

Steve begins to touch himself while Bucky fucks him.

Bucky tries to ask a question, but his words come out a jumbled mess, drool mixing with the blood
dripping down his chin.

“Harder, I’m gonna come!” Steve demands.

Bucky does as he's told, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries his hardest to keep it together.

With a few more strokes Steve comes in his hand with a shutter.
Bucky finally comes with a choked sob, his nails digging into Steve's hips as he milks himself dry
inside of the other, then collapses on top of him, trembling violently.

“Eat me out…”

Bucky pulls out and is on his knees in seconds. "Yes, Master," he answers, then spreads Steve
carefully and presses his tongue flat against his hole with a moan.

Steve shuts his eyes and shutters.

He licks his way inside of Steve, moaning loudly as he enthusiastically cleans him.

“Ugh… so good… yeah… lick up your cum…”

"Uh huh..." He shivers at the hot wetness, then starts fucking him with his tongue.

“Gah! Fuck!” Steve moans.

Bucky moans along with him, the heady taste and the way that Steve is obviously enjoying it
causing his cock to throb painfully. He continues to lick and bite gently at the sensitive skin,
desperate for more encouragement.

“Stick your nose up there and smell me like the desperate whore you are!”

Bucky pulls back, whining as he does as he's told, feeling completely filthy and loving it. "Mmm...
Daddy, please... m'your desperate whore, yeah?"

“Yes you are… yes you are!” He moans.

"Yeah~" he whines, his hips moving against nothing as he went back to fucking Steve with his
tongue.

“Fuck!” Steve comes for a second time.

Bucky licks him through his orgasm, very pleased with himself for making his master come twice.
He pulls back, giggling softly. "Mm... I did good?"

“Perfect…”

"Perfect?" he repeats, sitting down on his legs to rest his knees.

“Yes, perfect…” Steve breathes.

"Thank you, Master... for letting me please you..." He smiles up at Steve, still in a daze.

“I need to get back to work…” Steve says getting up and fixing his clothes.

"Wha—?" Bucky's smile fades in an instant, and he tugs on Steve's hand in an attempt to stop him.
"No... Stay." He whines.

Steve turns around and sighs. There is one thing I haven’t tested out yet with you… and if it works,
you can come with me and keep me company in my office.”

Bucky cocks his head to the side, a confused but eager look on his face. "Wanna stay with you,
Daddy... what is it?"

“Shchenok.” Steve says plainly. It’s the trigger word Steve implanted in his programming to make
him act like a puppy. It’s the word puppy in Russian.
He waits to see if it works.

Bucky sits up straight, eyes wide for a second. He gets down off of the bed then sits in front of
Steve on all fours, panting with his tongue hanging out.

“Good boy… follow daddy…” he says before walking to his home office.

Bucky follows behind Steve on all fours, then sits by his feet once his master sat at his desk.

“Good boy…” Steve says as he lets Bucky’s head. He types his password into his computer and
keeps working.

Bucky rests his chin on Steve's thigh, nuzzling it gently, trying to ask for pets without saying
anything.

Steve pats his head without looking, his eyes glued to his computer screen, doing work.

Bucky starts panting again, content and drooling a little bit.

Steve absentmindedly pets him while he works.

Bucky is exhausted after all of the edging, and slowly drifts off to sleep with his head in Steve's
lap.

“Awww” Steve says to himself. He was being so sweet, just a dumb puppy, and while he worked
he made sure not to wake him. It’s peaceful in his house for the first time in a while and he misses
the quiet.

Bucky sleeps peacefully, enough that he starts drooling, for an hour or two. Everything is
comforting and warm, his dreams are nice and sweet, until they're not. It seems as if the reality of
his situation dawns on him while his dreams slowly shift into nightmares. In his dream, he's
strapped to a chair in that freezing cold cell back at Hydra's base, the man that he recognizes as the
one who was doing most of the torturing looming over him and threatening to cut him open slowly,
painfully. Bucky tries to scream, but nothing comes out. No one is coming to save him and he will
die here alone.

As soon as the blade touches his skin, he wakes up with a start, sitting up so quickly that he hits his
head on the desk. The events of his nightmare are now fuzzy in his head, but he's still left terrified,
confused, and in pain. Tears are streaming down his face and he can't stop himself from
hyperventilating. He looks up at Steve, and clings to his leg tightly for comfort. "D-Daddy!" he
whines, shaking.

Steve looks down at him, caught off guard and quickly becoming concerned. “What is it? What’s
wrong?”

Bucky nods, and tries to get words out, but he can't remember his name and can hardly speak in
between sobs. "T-the bad man..." he repeats.

Steve pulls him close in an effort to comfort him. He doesn’t want Bucky to become so stressed
that all of Steve’s work wears off.
Bucky hides his face in Steve's neck and cries, holding him tightly as he sits in his lap. "Don't
wanna go back..." he whimpers.

“Keep being good, and you won’t have to…”

"M'good… always good..." he pleads, hoping he can convince Steve to let him stay.

“It’s okay… you’re not there anymore… you’re with daddy…”

"Daddy..." he chokes out, shaking against him but starting to calm down a bit.

“What, slave?” Steve asks.

"Can I stay with you?" Bucky whimpers and sniffles.

“They made me take you home anyway so yore stuck with me.”

He looks up from where he had his face hidden, blinking, clearly confused. "Huh?"

“I said you’re stuck with me.”

"But... you gotta go back there..."

Steve nods. “But you don’t. You’re a failed experiment so they don’t really need me to test you
anymore… so you’re mine for the rest of your days…”

Bucky's eyes lit up, despite being told that he was a failure. "Really?"

“Yes! They just want updates about you every so often and that’s why I needed the pictures.”

Bucky sniffles and wipes at his eyes, but is now smiling a little. "Thank you, sir..."

Steve doesn’t answer him, but he pats him on the head.

He nuzzles Steve's hand before starting to kiss down his neck, wanting to show his master just how
much he appreciates him.

“Perfect Slut… always know how to please me, always so willing…” Steve leans back into his
chair and lets Bucky kiss his neck.

Bucky moans softly at the praise. "All yours, sir," he reassures, nipping at his neck gently, then
runs his tongue up it slowly.

“Ah!” Steve moans softly. He melts into his seat.

Bucky starts biting at Steve's neck again, trying to leave marks, pleased with the reactions he's
getting.

“Keep going, slave…”

"Yes, Master..." he starts kissing up his neck, nibbling at his ear. He's looking at Steve as if he's his
entire world, which, in all honesty, isn't far from the truth. Steve is all that he really has now.
"Wanna make you feel good..."

“Take off my clothes… I’ll allow you to touch my body the way you want… you’ve earned it…”

"Really?" Bucky asked, going still as he made sure that he understood that correctly.
“Yes… as long as you make me feel good…”

"Thank you," he says again, and starts undressing Steve by taking off his shirt. He kisses up his
chest after he does, nuzzling it before sliding down to kneel between his legs and starting to work
on getting his pants off. Steve just waits to see what he will do.

After getting him undressed, Bucky places his hands on Steve's thighs and pushes them apart,
licking at and sucking hickies into them slowly making his way up. He wants to say something
along the lines of how honored he is to have been given permission to do this, but the words are all
jumbled in his mind, his entire focus on making his master feel as good as he deserves.

Steve moans at each suckle of his neck.

Bucky kisses up Steve's chest, leaving hickies all over his chest, his neck, and his thighs once he
settles down in between them. He nuzzles Steve's half hard cock with his cheek, then left soft
kisses and little licks all along it, staring up at his master in adoration.

“So good…”

Bucky moans at the praise, takes Steve's cock in his hand and runs his tongue up it slowly.
"Yeah?" he asks, clearly fishing for more compliments.

“Yeah…” Steve moans.

Bucky wraps his lips around the head of Steve's cock and hums contently. He bobs his head, taking
him just a bit further into his mouth before pulling off and replacing his mouth with his hand.
"Mmm... wanna hear it~" he pleads as he runs his tongue down the shaft again then uses it to tease
his balls.

Steve moans loudly half of his mind screaming at him to slap this brat for trying to order him
around but he decides against it.

A smug little smirk spreads across Bucky's face as he gets the reaction that he wanted. "Tell me I'm
good again," he asks, batting his eyelashes up at his master sweetly as he keeps teasing with his
tongue, moving further down to lick and nip at Steve's hole.

“Such a good slave…” Steve moans, just letting go at this point.

Bucky moans with his tongue pressed flat against Steve's hole, the praise making his own cock
throb against his thigh. "Mmhm..." He gives his hole some more slow, teasing licks, still stroking
his cock as he pulls away to speak again. "Tell me I'm all yours."

“You’re fuckin mine!” He growls.

"Yeah~" Bucky whines, very pleased with himself. He starts eating Steve out enthusiastically,
moaning loudly at the taste, still jerking him off slowly as he does.

“Mine always…”

"Always?" he asks, his tongue still out so his words slurred a bit. He looks up at Steve, eyes wide
in anticipation of his answer.

Bucky moans desperately, his hand moving quicker, very happy with getting the exact answer that
he wanted. He wishes he has something physical to show that he is owned, but his head is too
jumbled to think of anything further than that while he focuses on the task at hand, which is eating
Steve out like his ass is his last meal.

After he moves Steve to a better angle with his legs over his head, Steve pulls Bucky by the hair to
encourage him. “Eat daddy out…”

Bucky whines, then nods obediently as he spreads Steve with his hands and lets his tongue gets to
work.

“So good… fuck…”

Bucky's dick throbs weakly at the praise, and he looks up at Steve in adoration before getting back
to work. He can do this all night if Steve keeps at telling him how good he is.

Steve moans as Bucky spreads his cheeks for easier access.

Bucky keeps at it, his jaw aching at this point but the pain is completely overshadowed by his need
to be good and receive praise again. It's the only thing he can think about.

Steve moans again, his eyes tightly shut with pleasure. Bucky teases him. Little bitch.

Bucky nips gently at the sensitive skin around Steve's hole, keeping an eye on him to gauge his
reaction. He isn't trying to do anything he thinks Steve won't like, but he's high on the feeling of
being praised and tries to see just how far he can go before it's too much.

“Give daddy more… guh… please…” Steve was not one to beg for anything but he was too lost in
the pleasure that his fuckslut was giving him to care.

"Mmm, yes, Daddy~" Bucky moans, then presses his tongue flat against Steve's hole, licking up it
very slowly before biting just above it once again.

“More… baby…”

Bucky hums an affirmation, then bites a bit harder, sucking at the skin between his teeth.

“Ah… ah! Good boy… keep going!”

Bucky's pupils are blown out, looking like a shark that's had a whiff of blood. He keeps going,
sucking more hickies into the tender skin, moving slowly up then licks at the steady stream of
precum that's been leaking out since he began.

“Ah… ah… please… I need more, slave!”

Bucky giggles, then takes the head of his cock into his mouth, swirls his tongue around it before
letting it go with a pop. "So needy, master..." he teases, then presses two fingers to Steve's hole to
see him squirm. "Sounds like me."

Steve grabs him by his hair, pulling his head up and slapping his face. “Don’t tease me, whore!”

Bucky whines at the pain, but is still smiling and clearly enjoying himself. "Sorry, sir..." he says,
then presses his fingers against his hole as an apology.

“Ah… please!” He moans.

Bucky nods, still obedient even like this. "Yes, Daddy," he says sweetly, sliding his fingers into his
hole.
“Good boy…” Steve is so close even just from this little bit of stimulation.

Bucky fucks Steve at a steady pace, then wraps his lips around the head of his cock again, suckling
gently as he kept his eyes locked with his master.

Steve bucks his hips into the man’s mouth finally getting enough.

Bucky hums around him, eyes rolling back as he angles his fingers just right to brush over his
prostate.

Bucky starts sucking harder, his wrist starting to cramp but he pushes through it.

Steve comes, spilling himself into Bucky’s mouth with a groan.

Bucky swallows it all dutifully, then pulls away, panting for air as he pulls out his fingers.

“You’re so good at that… thank you…” Steve says out of breath.

Bucky beams up at Steve, very proud of himself and relishing in the praise. He even got a thank
you, which has him over the moon. "Thank you, Daddy," he replies.

“Get off the floor and go back to my room, I’m almost done with work.”

"Yes sir," he says as he stands. He hesitates for a moment and steals a quick kiss before making his
way back to the bedroom.

“Good slut…” Steve says.

Once he's in the room, Bucky lays down face first onto the bed, still giddy from making Steve so
happy. He adores him.

Steve ends up working for another half hour before stopping, heading to his room, where Bucky is.

Bucky sits up when he hears Steve come in, not unlike an excited puppy. "You're here!" he greets.

Steve gets on the bed and grabs his tv remote turning on the tv. “Come watch tv with me…”

"Yes, sir," Bucky smiles, and waits for Steve to get comfortable before snuggling up to his side.

Steve flips through the channels before settling on some old movie.

Bucky makes himself comfortable, not really able to comprehend what the movie is about, but it
didn't really matter. All he cares about is the fact that Steve has his arm around him.

“Do you have a favorite show?”

Bucky looks up at Steve, clearly confused by the look on his face. "I dunno," he replies with a
smile. "I only care about serving you.”

Steve smiles at the thought. “Good boy…”

Bucky giggles, and presses kisses to his chest. "I'm good?" he asks, asking for more praise again.

“Yeah…” Steve says.

He smiles up at Steve and continues to kiss at his chest. After a few moments of silence, he looks
up at Steve, then chews on his bottom lip before asking, "Can I stay in the bed with you tonight?"
“Yes.” Steve says. “You can stay with me again tonight.”

"Thank you, master," Bucky replies, covering his face with kisses. Being close with Steve makes
him feel safe and protected, and he knows he'll sleep better tonight by his owner's side. He stares
mindlessly at the television, his fried brain still not understanding what's going on, but he's still
perfectly content.

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