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Adam was only a junior scientist but he had a lot of ideas. The Soldier was very inspiring. "I'm in love," Adam had told them the first time he'd been shown the Soldier. They had chuckled briefly in a dry, irritated way. They knew what they had and no one cared for the breathless praise of one Adam Gresham. They knew nothing was more stupendously priceless than an unbeatable supersoldier who did just what he was told. Adam loved the boldness and economy Hydra had used in executing the concept. Hydra had used every part of the original subject that it wanted, and suppressed the rest with ruthless efficiency. But Adam wasn't the kind of man who let his awe for an achievement blind him to the potential for further improvement.
He was also kind of reckless. Hydra attracted a number of different personality types, and Adam was not the sober, earnest zealot type. Adam had joined to find out what was possible if you allowed what was forbidden, and he intended to keep on finding out.
It was difficult to keep the Soldier fixed at the perfect balance. He must be at once a fearsome warrior, a skilled agent who could construct and switch between complex strategies in the blink of an eye, and a moldable object, obedient and dependent even on the level of bodily functions. Like a puppet with Hydra's arm stuffed up him, yet with a certain capacity allowed for independence at just the moments when Hydra needed him most. The thought inevitably led Adam to consider, purely casually, just for hypothetical fun, the possibility of stuffing a dick into the Soldier. If you saw him as the monster Hydra let loose on the world, it seemed impossible. The thought of fucking him simply wouldn't occur to you. If you considered him as the meek creature of the labs, it seemed so temptingly possible as to be almost inevitable. Knowing the creature could be a monster would make him so much more worth fucking, too.
Adam thought then of the times when the Soldier was neither a monster or a puppet. Those times weren't supposed to exist, and they only barely did. But after a mission, after he'd spent hours, even days, running around on his own with his brain inevitably soaking up new information and making connections, then out peeped the imperfections that showed the immensity of the achievement. The Soldier began to become a little bit human. You could see him start to wonder what was going on here. It was usually only a mild curiosity. Every once in a while, though, the Soldier began to wake up to the fact that his life was shitty and unusually confined and samey, that despite everything he has done for the people around him, no one has less autonomy than he does, because he has none.
That might be the most fun time to try something. It would be fun to shove your dick in his mouth when he was all blank and good, freshly defrosted and accepting everything he was told. If he was told to suck a dick then, Adam could imagine that he would just open his mouth and do it without any thoughts at all. And that was hot. But it was easy, and puppet Soldier wasn't as hot as as the Soldier who was, all once, a terrifying assassin, a dangerous animal, a rational man and a useful object. The first time Adam saw the Soldier like that, as the technicians closed in on him, was the moment when he really started thinking about the Soldier's physicality. He thought about resentment and confusion and defiance and misery coming to a head for a moment as the Soldier was made to accept a cock inside him like he accepted everything else. If he could once make that happen then he would really feel like he was getting away with something he never would in real life, that only Hydra could give him.
It wasn't like Adam was gay. It wasn't about lust, it was about fun. It was true that he'd sometimes tried to visualize the Soldier walking down the street when he was some ordinary guy who had no idea what he was going to become. He'd thought that guy wouldn't have been bad looking. But if the Soldier had been a real person Adam wouldn't have been interested in sticking his dick in his mouth. What was interesting was being smarter and more daring than other people. And anyway, he had a hunch that if you smashed through the Soldier's will in such a crude way when he was in that five o'clock shadow of selfhood state it might improve functionality, make that end-of-mission procedure less fraught in the future.
He thought a lot about how it might happen. It was hard to tell the difference sometimes between a fantasy and a plan. Sometimes he got all worked up about something and thought it was a plan and realized either almost or actually too late that it was a fantasy and not something you could actually do in the world. But thinking about things and not doing them wasn't something Adam had worked out how to do. It just wasn't how he was made.
So it was inevitable that, having decided which more senior member of the lab team would be most promising to approach, Adam went ahead and took advantage of the next time they were alone together.
"You ever think about how crazy it is that you have the Asset, and he's this killing-machine guy, this unbeatable guy who's the answer to dozens of unsolved mysteries, who can fuck with all these powerful agencies across the world, and you've got him?"
"Well, that's Hydra. It's Hydra who fucks with all those powerful agencies. He's just a tool." Robins sounded like he thought Adam was a total kid, a moron.
Adam ungritted his teeth and said, "Yeah, that's my point. Out there he's terrifying and in here he's nothing. Doesn't that feel kind of cool? Looking at him and thinking, you could kill me if I didn't know how to make you be nothing?"
"Oh! Well, yes, that is a bit of a thrill. Never quite goes away." Robins had a dreamy little smirk on his face. Adam knew he'd chosen the right guy.
"You ever think about making him do stuff for yourself, not just following orders?"
"I absolutely never think about using the Asset as my own private heavy, if that's what you mean." Again the talking-to-a-moron voice.
"That is not what I mean. I don't mean taking him out of here, I mean making him do stuff here, just because you can. Like I was thinking that you could probably make him suck your dick when he's all fresh from cryo." Robins began to laugh. "Come on, he's like a sleepy baby, a blank page, if you told him sucking dick was what life was all about he would just do it."
"You first, Gresham. You show me how it's done."
"That's all I want to do! That's what this whole conversation is leading up to. If you get the Asset out of cryo with me late one evening, and he bites my dick off and I die of blood loss, you can say you stumbled on the scene, nobody blames you and that'd be fun in its own way for you. Or it goes differently, and it's a different kind of fun, for both of us."
"Fun if you're a pervert."
"Who wouldn't be a pervert if they could get away with it?"
So it was a plan, and so it was carried out.
*
It was eerie as fuck getting the Asset out of cryo by themselves at eleven at night in a deserted building, but it was an exciting eerie. Adam was getting hard before they'd even defrosted the Soldier.
Adam wasn't actually going to assume the Soldier in this blank page state was just waiting to prove himself a generous lover. This was what he'd needed Robins for, beyond moral support and audience. Robins had enough clearance to access the brainwashing equipment.
"You could just do what you want to him without making it more complicated. We've got the restraints. He's not exactly going to complain to HR next time they get him out." Robins was getting cold feet as he helped Adam get the equipment together. They weren't so cold that he didn't help, though. The Soldier was already in the chair now, secured by wrists and ankles.
"That's not my vision," Adam said shortly. He wanted to fuck with the Soldier's brain as well as his body. Partly because it seemed less gay if this whole thing was an experimental research thing as well as a sex thing, and partly because forcing the Soldier to participate seemed hotter. The idea of leaving his mark on the Soldier's brain, permanently molding him to Adam's desires, got Adam incredibly hot.
Adam had bought a gag designed to keep someone's jaw open. He'd had to jerk off after buying it. He'd got it out of its packaging and tried it on himself. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if it would be worse if someone put that on you and you knew it was because they were going to stick their dick down your throat or whether you didn't know what was going to happen at all. He thought about holding the Soldier's nose to get him to open his mouth enough to shove the gag in and he was gone.
In the event the Soldier opened his mouth when Adam told him to. He didn't look as if he expected to like anything that was about to happen, but he didn't look as though he wondered why nothing nice ever happened to him. Adam and Robins both looked at the Soldier for a long moment once the gag was fitted, and he looked back at them.
"So are you just going to stand there all night?" asked Robins. Oh, Robins wanted to see it. Adam swiped his thumb briefly inside the Soldier's mouth, and swallowed when he felt the warmth and wetness. He reclined the chair so the Soldier was almost horizontal, straddled the chair and got his dick out.
He soon realized that he was going to have to really thrust in to make it work for him, since the Soldier couldn't suck. The Soldier made sounds in his throat, not just choking, squelching sounds but a sort of muffled protest. Adam looked into his eyes. Adam thought he looked more bewildered than anything else, but who knew, maybe he was feeling more outraged than that. Adam had always thought all that windows-of-the-soul stuff was hype.
"Are you —" he asked Robins, who was staring, mouth open.
"Yeah, it's all set up, I'm doing it." Robins was stimulating the parts of the Soldier's brain that dealt with arousal. "He's getting hard, look."
Adam stopped thrusting and peered awkwardly over his shoulder. The Soldier was naked, because he always was naked when they got him out of cryo. They made him get dressed after they gave him the mission briefing, and the action of putting the right clothes on worked well as a kind of acceptance of his mission, drawing the line between the Fist of Hydra and lab rat. Robins was right, the Soldier's cock was filling.
Adam turned back and resumed thrusting, careful even as he got more into it to allow the Soldier to breathe in between thrusts. "I hope you know how lucky you are to get to serve us. That's the only way you can be good for anything, serving Hydra. We've thought of an extra function for you. Your throat is a good place for me to put my cock. I want you to feel satisfied knowing you're making me feel good. This is the only thing you're good for except killing. Otherwise you're nothing." He felt stupid talking to the Soldier, he always did, like he was both talking to a machine and to someone too mighty to know he existed, but he knew this was an important part of what he wanted to achieve.
It was easy to come, despite his nerves. It was all so exciting and strange. Adam wasn't sure how much come went down the Soldier's throat. The Soldier was coughing and swallowing convulsively, but certainly some come was dribbling back out of his mouth. His chin was wet now with spit and come and Robins said, "Not very sanitary," and eyed him kind of fastidiously as he undid his pants. But he could have found something to wipe the Soldier off with if he'd really wanted. Instead he just fucked the Soldier's slobbery mouth.
It was hot just to watch, even after Adam had just come. It was hot to see the electrodes connecting the Soldier to the machinery with its beeps and color-coded imaging of his brain, and know he was being fucked by that, by what it was doing to him, and not just Robins' dick. "This is what you are, this is the best you can hope for. I want you to enjoy being useful for something," Robins told him. "I'm approaching orgasm and I want you to climax just after I do because you're glad you're making me feel so good."
"He might, he might come," Adam said. The Soldier was fully hard now, his cock red and beginning to leak at the tip.
"I'm coming!" cried Robins, and Adam had to remember that this was part of what they were achieving and bite back his impulse to imitate Robins. Robins twisted round while he was still spurting into the Soldier's mouth to look at the Soldier's cock. "Now you orgasm. I've used you and that should satisfy you. You're so glad you made me feel good. You're so glad you're going to climax."
And there it was; the Soldier's cock twitched and jerked, and white streaks flew up into the air. Adam and Robins cheered.
"I mean, he should be glad. He hasn't been laid in decades. This is as good as it's gonna get for him," said Adam.
*
Robins had to be persuaded not to just leave it there as a daring one-off adventure. "There's so much more we could do with him. And like I said, I think if we got it right we could make his morale..." Adam didn't know whether to say better or worse. "We could make him more genuinely compliant."
But Robins wasn't too hard to persuade, and back they went. Not every evening, but once or twice a week. There were two things they particularly wanted to achieve: for the Soldier to let them fuck him when he wasn't restrained, and to establish the association between their orgasms and his strongly enough that he continued to come when they did even when they were no longer stimulating his brain.
There were other details that came to them as they went. They trained the Soldier to respond to direct genital stimulation with an immediate loss of arousal and an upwelling of negative emotion. They wanted the Soldier to know they were his only possible sexual outlet. Then they thought it would be fun if he was aroused by not-strictly sexual touches of degradation, like having his hair pulled, being slapped, being spit on, being pissed on, being called names. They only tried out fucking him unrestrained once they'd gotten him to the stage of orgasming after being treated like shit for twenty minutes.
"Now or never," Adam gasped, feeling pretty close himself after watching the Soldier gasp and close his eyes in what looked like ecstasy, spit sliding down his cheek and his hair wet with piss. He wasn't rigged up to any equipment. His brain with Adam's fingerprint pressed into it had done this to him on its own.
He thought for a moment Robins was going to sit this one out and see how it went for Adam. But no, that was awe he was seeing on Robins' face, not caution. "I'll fuck him. You can have his mouth, if you want."
Okay. It was always going to come down to this. No restraints. No gag. Just training and willpower. Robins uncuffed the Soldier from the chair and told him to get down on his hands and knees, which he did. Adam squatted down so his crotch was in front of the Soldier's face. "I'm going to let you suck my cock, you whore. Make yourself useful. Be a hole for me." There was very little hesitation. The Soldier sucked him. For the first time, Adam experienced the sensation of the Soldier actively pleasuring him with his mouth, and Adam almost loved him.
Reassured, Robins lubed up the Soldier's asshole. Thrusting roughly into him, he pushed him further onto Adam's dick. Adam pushed him right back at Robins. "That's right, you're filled up now, you're doing your job, you're going to come again, you're so happy to be useful, you're so happy to be where you should be, it feels so good to be used."
And the Soldier did come again when Adam shot into his mouth. He moaned around Adam's pulsing cock and Adam could see jizz on the floor when he peered underneath the Soldier. Robins pumped madly into the Soldier and as he started groaning, the Soldier's moan became louder as if he was -- yes, he really was -- coming again a minute later. Adam thought it must feel amazing, in a way, to be the Soldier.
The next step was to see if their conditioning held good on the Soldier's return from a mission, when he was at his most alert and capable, and least compliant. This could not be done without showing their work to their coworkers. The whole thing gave Adam erotic nightmares for several nights before carrying out his plan. "Yeah, I know, I go first and you had nothing to do with it unless the Soldier is just begging to take everyone's dicks and everyone is really impressed," he reassured Robins.
"Do you think the macho types be interested?" Robins fretted.
"I think they'll be interested if it's happening right in front of them. I think Rumlow's the type to get a kick out of the Winter Soldier going down on his hands and knees for him."
*
It was magical watching the switch happen.
The Soldier had been out in the field for five days. He'd been debriefed without incident and Pierce had left, satisfied, but now the Soldier was frowning, asking "When did I join Hydra?" with the attitude of a cat irritably swishing its tail, about to lash out. Lab technicians and senior agents anxiously swooped towards the Soldier but Adam swooped faster.
He took out his dick, so that everyone stopped and boggled at him. "You don't ask questions, whore. You wait to be used. Now suck it!" Adam's voice rang out in a cheesy, campy way but he ignored the cringe and he ignored the fear. He looked into the Soldier's eyes, staring him down, willing him to give in. He could see more in the Soldier's eyes than he'd ever seen before. He saw hatred and self-disgust and resignation. In that moment, at least, the Soldier understood the deal. One of the things he understood about it was that he was for making Hydra cocks feel good. Another thing he understood was that he would feel really good doing it. And he understood the thing Adam had most wanted him to understand, that he didn't want to give Adam pleasure, that he didn't want to feel good doing it, but he would do both of those things anyway.
The Soldier got down on his knees and sucked Adam's cock really nicely. Even in his wildest fantasies Adam had never dreamed of coming in front of such an admiring audience. They were irritated and disconcerted to begin with, then wide-eyed and open-mouthed as they saw that the Soldier really seemed to be docile and usable. Then they began to see the possibilities. By the time Adam had come there was widespread agreement that it wouldn't be gay… By the time Adam had tucked himself back in the macho types were literally shoving each other aside in their bid to get to the Soldier's ass first.
Neither Adam or Robins got round to explaining how they'd trained the Soldier to respond to rough treatment, but the guys were well on their way to discovering it on their own. Rumlow, who'd won the race, yanked the Soldier's head back by the hair as he fucked him, just to see if he could, and laughed delightedly as he discovered that he could. Rollins slapped him in the face, a real resounding whack, maybe to satisfy himself that the Soldier was subservient enough for him to risk putting his dick in his mouth. The Soldier stayed wherever they put him, swaying a little with a movement like underwater weed. His eyes were closed and his face seemed full of something that was perhaps more preoccupation, attention to a demanding sensation, than pleasure. He didn't seem happy, exactly. That would have been weird and maybe off-putting. But his will had been as entirely broken in this new direction as it had been to make him a supreme enactor of violence. Adam felt as if his heart would burst with pride.
*
There was a golden age of gangbangs. To say that no one found out about the Soldier's new use would be untrue, but no one was willing to make a whole thing of it and tell Pierce. Nobody wanted to risk being caught in the glare of Pierce's attention. Pierce did, like everyone else, note that the Soldier's functionality had become less erratic. He was more subdued, as task-oriented as ever but more likely to go into a stand-by state, waiting for the next task rather than beginning to look around him and take notice. But Pierce assumed that this pleasant improvement was due to the increased organization he'd been able to impose, and to his own intimidating natural charisma.
Inevitably there came a day when Pierce appeared when no one expected him, due to a cancelled meeting.
*
It took a moment for Alexander to process the sight that met him. There was quite a crowd in the room, heaving excitedly like a crowd around a fight. Or like maggots. At the centre of it was the Soldier, who had not been put away yet, which he should have been. At first Alexander was sure that the Soldier had gone berserk and was furious that no one in the heaving crowd had thought to contact him. But then he realized that the Soldier wasn't struggling, and although people were grappling with him, it wasn't because they were battling to restrain him. The Soldier was being fucked. Once he'd got this through his head, Alexander thought for a moment that one guy was jostling the guy fucking him because he wanted to replace him but then he realized it looked more like the two of them were actually both fucking him at once, like they were both in him. He hadn't known that was possible. And another guy was fucking the Soldier's mouth. It looked like someone had already come on his face.
Alexander was appalled. His mouth was open. People began to notice his presence, to turn to see what other people had seen and freeze. Alexander realized he was dangerously close to spluttering words like 'effeminate' and 'feckless', like some old man offended at a dinner party. He swallowed them down and did his best to find others. "I cannot believe what I am seeing. I can't believe that you all have had the audacity to squander the Asset on this disgusting display. He is the Fist of Hydra! How can we send him out to devastate our enemies when you've reduced him to this …" Alexander didn't know how best to articulate the way the Soldier appeared to him at this moment.
The men fucking his ass had disengaged as soon as he started speaking. The man fucking his mouth had been so unwilling to be interrupted that he had made several long slow thrusts as Alexander spoke, as if he hoped that if he moved slowly enough it mightn't count. Giving up, he pulled the Soldier's arms roughly behind his back, using them to spin him round so he was on his knees facing Alexander. The look on his face was very similar to the wary yet acquiescent look he wore when he was being briefed, before he began to get interested in how he would accomplish his task and knew only that he must do something. Alexander had always found that look quite pleasing and reassuring. Now there was something abject about it that brought home to him the fact the Soldier was flesh at the mercy of flesh. Something indecent and uncovered, hot and pulsing like a wound.
Alexander had been too focused on the Soldier to hear the protests and frantic explanations and excuses the culprits had begun throwing at him. He snapped his attention back to them and stared them down savagely. So many very junior nobodies and so many senior agents that he relied on, and made reliable through knowing everything about them and their families. He couldn't comprehend how any of these people had dared.
Brock Rumlow came forward and took his arm. Alexander reared back. "I know it's an outrageous violation of protocol but I promise you, sir, it has a beneficial effect on his performance in the field, a real, measurable effect. We're making him more of a weapon than ever."
A chorus of voices earnestly agreed and men zipping up their pants eagerly offered to show Alexander the data. Alexander genuinely wondered if this could be reality. More at a loss for a way to come out of this situation on top than he ever had been before, he pulled his gun out of his jacket and shot several of the more junior members present. He couldn't kill all of these men, he needed them, but there must be some show of violent warning, some display of consequences. He shot more, seeing from the faces of those left that this was the way to proceed. When they were quiet, no longer making excuses, he said, "Alright. Show me the data."
Finally suitably awed, tracking blood, they showed him the data. "I'm forced to admit that if this date range really does correspond to the period in which you started making a whore of him, the implications are compelling. But even apart from the rank insubordination and the careless risk of our greatest Asset, don't you feel ashamed to..." Those spluttering old man words were coming to him again. "Wouldn't you rather he was a woman?" Alexander asked plaintively at last.
Rumlow met his eyes. "I think our feeling, sir, was that it's not gay if it's —" He jerked his head significantly at the Soldier and left his sentence unfinished.
Alexander repeated the sentence inside his head, finished, as he looked at the Soldier. It's not gay if it's rape, Rumlow had meant, leaving the word unsaid so as not to give the Soldier the idea he could be raped. The Soldier was still gazing at Alexander with that waiting look, resentful yet somehow limpidly willing. Alexander experienced an unprecedented urge to move the Soldier about, to place him in positions, to grip him hard and know he could grip harder and harder. Perhaps the best way out of this mess was not just simply to sullenly agree that the improvements to the Soldier's performance had been worth the obscenity and disobedience. It would, after all, be abundantly clear that he was only submitting through gritted teeth because the mutiny had been so pervasive he had no one left to help him enforce order. Perhaps it would be better to be seduced, to like their idea for another use for the Soldier. He could let them live, not because he had no other option but because he was grateful to them, really, but couldn't be expected to admit it too openly.
It's not gay if it's rape, Alexander said to himself again, savouring the self-indulgent irony of the words. He looked back at Rumlow. "I'll have to try this new protocol myself sometime. Not now. But I can see there must be something very persuasive about it."
He wouldn't be opening his own pants in front of anybody. He'd take the Soldier somewhere alone and do things to him. He'd let the most senior members of Hydra have him as a treat, an incentive. Let gangbangs improve the professional performance of all its participants, not just one.
"Thank you for letting us explain, sir. You won't regret it," said Rumlow.