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“Now arriving Elhmhurst Ave.”
The subway car pulls to a slow stop and one of the occupants shuffles out, a dozy-eyed med student looking half dead on his feet. He doesn’t spare one glance at them, and Steve huffs a quiet breath of relief.
“Nervous, Stevie?” Bucky chortles in front of him, leaning back in his seat without a care in the world.
Steve shifts a little, hyper-aware of his naked skin contained only by the knee-length spring jacket tied loose at his waist. His cock twitches within the confines of its cage, and he squeezes his legs together as if that might help the ache that has been steadily building since they walked out their door.
“No,” He lies, knowing that Bucky will punish him for it. He wants it. Fuck, does he want it.
Bucky’s eyes narrow, head cocking slightly to the side. “Oh?” His smirk sends a shiver down Steve’s spine. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I do this.” He leans forward, hooking his gloved metal fingers into the tie of Steve’s jacket, and pulls.
The tie slides free effortlessly, creating a gap in the long line of the jacket. Steve’s heart rate skyrockets, quickly looking around as the subway car’s doors slide shut once more. The only other occupant of the subway is asleep, slumped drunkenly against one of the windows.
“Off. One minute, forty-five seconds.” Bucky’s orders freeze the air in Steve’s lungs, and a whine builds in his throat.
Shakily, Steve obeys, reaching up to slip the jacket from his broad shoulders. Bucky’s hand reaches out to take it, his dark smirk growing as Steve’s naked body is bared to the near-empty car.
“Good boy.” The praise is downright condescending, and Steve’s balls try and draw up close to his poor, aching cock. Only sheer force of will keeps him from trying to palm at his dick through the powder-blue cage.
Bucky leans back once more, raising his leg to rest one ankle against his knee, looking as nonplussed as ever. He has discipline that Steve sorely lacks, not even hard in his tight jeans despite looking at Steve as if he wants to eat him alive.
“Walk for me, one minute twenty seconds.” Bucky motions flippantly towards the other end of the subway car.
Reflexively, Steve starts to shake his head only to realize his mistake and immediately stop. Bucky only chuckles, amused right down to his heavy boots at Steve’s continued obstinance.
“I’ll bend you over my knee right here,” Bucky warns, and Steve is half-tempted to make him. He knows just how loud the pop of Bucky’s hand can be against his pale ass, and that’s the only thing that keeps the whisper for
more
at bay.
Swallowing thickly, he turns and takes two cautious steps down the aisle. The dark tunnel gives way to lights as the car blows through a station without stopping, and Steve’s hands twitch to try and cover himself. Bucky’s sharp ‘tsk’ with his tongue stops the motion, and they pass harmlessly through the station moments later. A dribble of precome oozes from the slit in the cage, dripping down onto the floor.
“
Walk
,” The order is louder than the last, and the sleeping passenger wiggles a little deeper into his seat. Steve’s heart feels like it might burst from his chest at any moment.
He resumes walking, hands clenching and relaxing restlessly against his thighs. He walks right past the sleeping passenger, too worked up to even keep track of the time. It isn’t his job to worry anyway. His only job is to
obey
.
He gets to the end of the car and turns, eyes connecting with Bucky’s. Flames lick against his skin under that stare no matter how many times Bucky has taken him apart and put him right back together again.
The walk back is easier, if only because he can keep his eyes trained on Bucky. He’s two steps away when the subway car slows, and before he has a chance to panic, Bucky is on his feet and helping him back into the jacket with nimble fingers.
Bucky leans in, nibbling at the shell of his right ear, “That’s my little slut.” He purrs, reaching down to grope Steve’s ass through the thin fabric. He steps around Steve a moment later, shouldering the small backpack from the seat.
Steve has to hurriedly tie the jacket into place to keep up, scurrying after Bucky while the scant amount of people waiting on the platform file onto the twilight car.
The cool air whips against his bare legs as they emerge into the city above, somewhere deep in Queens. The neighborhood is quiet, almost eerily so, a small pocket of stillness in the vibrancy of NYC.
Bucky hums under his breath as if they’re out for a pleasant late-night stroll. Knowing Bucky, he’s already scoped out just the spot he wants to do whatever he has planned. Steve doesn’t ask, doesn’t even want to. Not knowing is half the fun, putting his trust in Bucky with more surety than he’s done anything in his entire life. Bucky could ask him to crawl butt-naked through Times Square and Steve would do it if only to earn a few sweet words punctuated with a kiss.
They turn down a hushed street lined with tri-level apartment complexes with only the sound of a distant car breaking the silence. Bucky doesn’t bother looking left or right as he steps into the street, walking right into the middle of it before turning around to face him.
“Come.” He orders, and Steve walks after, pulse quickening once more. He doesn’t need to use his ‘strategic genius’ to know what might lay ahead. “Take it off, inspection.” Bucky’s orders are crisp and nearly as chilled as the wind.
Steve strips, handing off the jacket, only to watch as Bucky lets it carelessly drop to the ground. He resists the urge to look around as he raises his hands, clasping them behind the back of his head and standing with his tennis shoed feet apart parallel to his shoulders.
His balls feel like pendulous weights hanging between his thighs, heavy from two week-long abstinence. They’d had sex, of course, he can’t remember them ever going even a whole week without unless one of them was direly injured, and those days were long past. No, instead Bucky had kept him locked up, using his body in ways that never got him even close to coming but so aching he’d cried more than once. Sweet tears Bucky had kissed and cooed over, but never gave in to his pleas, not that Steve had even wanted him to. They both know damn well he loves every minute of the exquisite torture.
Bucky takes a familiar sight out of the backpack, a dark blue collar of buttery smooth leather, boasting a single silver star tag with a cursive ‘S’ engraved in the middle. Steve’s toes curl in his shoes, breath leaving him in feathery exhales as Bucky buckles it around his neck, testing the fit with two fingers snaked under the leather. Two small tugs, hard enough to gently rock Steve in place.
Satisfied, Bucky returns to the back, pulling out a few more items Steve eagerly soaks in. Bucky keeps the two items hidden in one hand as the other reaches up to grope Steve’s chest, hefting the weight of his pecs with an appreciative hum.
“Should’a put the pumps on you first before this.” Bucky smirks, pinching his left nipple viciously between two fingers. Steve gasps, pushing his chest out into the rough treatment with a helpless groan. The pumps were a recent purchase, one they hadn’t fully tested the grounds of considering the serum made it hard to get anything truly swelled up. They just had to try a little harder, more pro than a con.
“Get these pretty tits all swelled up like a goddamn dairy cow,” Bucky teases, tugging and pulling at his nipples until Steve’s legs quiver under the strain of being still.
Despite the onslaught, Steve’s eyes slip away from Bucky’s face, glancing nervously at one of the nearby apartments. Public sex was nothing new to them, not when ‘reconnaissance’ was second nature, but they’ve never done something like
this
before. All it would take was someone walking to their window and peering out to see him standing in the middle of the street, naked as the day he was born. See what kind of perverted slut he was.
What if they took a picture? He and Buck have been out of the news for years now since the New Avengers have taken the spotlight, something they were both direly thankful for, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t recognizable. Even with Bucky’s long hair and Steve’s beard, they were probably still recognizable enough to those looking for them.
He could imagine the headlines now, ‘
Ex-Captain America a degenerate? Caught with husband and ex-assassin James Barnes debasing a public street —’
His spiral is abruptly cut short by the sharp sting of Bucky’s hand popping him against the cheek.
“Am I boring you?” Bucky smirks, gripping Steve by the chin and shaking his head like an unruly puppy.
Steve’s breath leaves him in a tremble, savoring the grounding tingle reddening his cheek. “S-sorry.” Bucky’s brow quirks dangerously, “
Sir
,” he adds, tongue peeking past pink lips to wet them.
Bucky heaves a disappointed sigh, and Steve whines softly. “Always so restless, guess I should have tired you out more these past two weeks, hmm?” Bucky smirks, keeping Steve’s chin gripped tightly as his other hand raises.
A sharp jolt of pain shoots from his left nipple through his body as Bucky attaches a weighted clamp to the end of one of his reddened buds. Another soon joins on his right nipple, and a fat bead of sweat trickles down the nape of Steve’s neck despite the chill.
“Twenty jumping jacks. Maybe then you’ll pay attention.” Bucky releases his chin to pat him none-too-gently and takes two steps back, crossing his arms expectantly across his chest.
Steve nods quickly, suppressing the urge to double-check their surroundings. The first swing of his arms and legs bounces not only his aching balls, but the weights against his nipples, and he nearly crumples in surprise. His legs’ trembling doubles down, and the next one is less dynamic, shying away from the full swing.
Bucky’s gaze narrows and Steve whines a little louder. Despite the piteous noise, the next set of five are in proper form. He wavers back and forth, unable to keep the momentum going for long. It feels like his nipples will rip right off his body, throbbing brutally at every drop.
By the sixteenth, his cock is swinging fat droplets of precome into the air, darkening patches of asphalt under his feet. Tears sting the corners of his eyes by the eighteenth, and by the twentieth, his legs buckle.
Bucky catches him under the armpits, quietly laughing as if this is the most fun he’s had in years. “Yeah, that’s good. Bet you’ll remember that, huh?” He coos, leaning in to kiss Steve’s sweat-slick forehead.
“Up, Wait,” Bucky orders once more, and Steve reluctantly gets his feet back under him, quivering like a newborn deer.
He assumes his prior position, though instead of holding his hands behind his head, they clasp behind his back instead, holding onto his wrists. He watches as Bucky goes back to the bag, breaths coming so deep and ragged it wiggles the weights at the tips of his abused nipples.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. You’re lucky you have me to control those wandering eyes.” Bucky smirks, drawing out a length of satin ribbon the same color as his collar.
Steve’s breath hitches, eyes going wide. Bucky can’t be serious! What if someone
sees
? Bucky can’t keep the whole street in his scope, can he? But even as the fear settles in his chest, he doesn’t safeword. If anything, it just makes his thighs press together that much harder as Bucky lowers the ribbon over his eyes.
The street plunges into darkness, and Steve shudders a harsh exhale. “S-sir.” He pants, not knowing what he even wants to say.
“Shh,” Bucky coos, tying the ribbon into place. “You just turn that pretty little head off and let me worry about it.” He whispers right in his ear, crowding up against his back.
”Just want to show off my needy slut. Actin’ like you wouldn’t love it if someone sees. I can see how much your cock is dripping.” Steve feels Bucky’s hand grope at his caged cock, jiggling it hard enough to pull a desperate moan from his throat. “Leakin’ like a goddamn faucet.” He reaches down to flick Steve’s balls for good measure, chuckling low at the yelp punched from Steve’s throat.
“Bend over, Present.” Bucky withdraws, leaving his back to the cold once more.
Steve’s cheeks heat, so tempted to argue. It was one thing to just walk around like this, but to bare himself right in the middle of the street felt too much like tempting fate. Bucky is flying so close to the sun Steve is going to burn alive.
Even still, his hands slide down, gripping the meat of his pert asscheeks. Slowly, he bends, the weights pulling and stretching his ruby-red nipples down. He spreads himself wide, baring his twitching hole to the bite of the air for anyone to see. Sweat drips from his forehead, joining the droplets of precome on the ground below.
Bucky hums deep and pleased behind him, “Good boy. So obedient for me for all your whining. You just like the theatrics, don’t you? You love every goddamn moment of this. You wouldn’t care if I fuck you like this, would you? Wake up the whole neighborhood beggin’ on my cock.” Bucky is always liberal with his filth but he’s a man possessed tonight, and Steve can’t even argue. Doesn’t want to.
Suddenly, two of Bucky’s fingers push into him, added by the cold slick of lube Steve was never aware he had. Steve cries out before he can stop himself, biting his tongue in his hurry to clamp his lips shut, but the damage is done. Somewhere down the street, a dog barks, and Steve lets his hands drop from his ass in panic.
Smack
.
The sting is so sharp it sucks the breath right out of Steve’s lungs and he wobbles precariously on the balls of his feet from the force of the impact. His ass burns viciously, no doubt a bright red handprint left in the spanking’s wake.
A second after Bucky’s fingers thread into his hair and yank him back, tugging at him until his Adam’s apple strains at the harsh bend. “Being awfully willful tonight,” His voice is a razor’s edge, promising punishment so thorough Steve feels himself sniffle harshly at the possibility.
“I-I’m sorry Sir, I’ll be still, I’m sorry —”
Smack
. Another spank against his other cheek ends in a swallowed keen.
“Don’t lie. You’re doing this on purpose.” Bucky smirks, fingers diving right back into Steve’s hole, digging in deep to the last knuckle. “Starting to think you
want
someone to see. The whole fucking block. Jeez, Stevie, didn’t think you had it in you.” He laughs, a touch cruel, fingers merciless, tugging, pulling, pumping into his ass leaving a lingering ache despite the lube.
Steve tries to shake his head, but Bucky’s hand in his hair keeps him locked in place. “I don’t..I don’t!” He hiccups, clenching up around Bucky’s fingers as if he can slow Bucky’s brutal pace with his ass alone.
“Yeah you do, my dirty little whore, easy for it. So damn needy I bet you used to pop wood in those shorts of yours, prancing around stage.” Bucky snickers and Steve’s whole body flushes red hot with shame. It isn’t often Bucky references so deep in the past, but he knows how to make it count, wielding it with as much lethality as he ever did a knife or gun.
“N…no,” Steve denies piteously, recalling how utterly humiliating that outfit had been. How the chorus girls used to giggle and tease him for how the costumer had to make him wear leggings underneath the shorts, or else his ass would have hung out for all of America to see.
Bucky hums, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop. “And yet your ass keeps saying it wants more,” He smirks, pinching Steve’s winking hole hard enough to nearly force another cry from Steve’s lips. “I’ll tell you one more time before you really make me mad, babydoll.
Present
.” He downright
growls
and Steve can’t hurry fast enough to obey, fingers slipping and sliding against the liberal use of lube smeared around his reddened furl.
He has to dig his nails into his skin to get proper purchase, prying his cheeks apart so wide his hole parts enough to let the night air lick at his insides.
“That’s it. Let everyone see that breeding hole.” Bucky’s thumb circles his gaped rim, hooking into him and tugging just to see Steve sway on his feet. But it's gone too soon, leaving him open and empty.
Steve swallows a whine, craning his ears for any signs that they’re no longer alone. He can’t hear anything over the frantic beating of his own heart.
Something smooth and cold presses at his entrance, so much wider than Bucky’s previous two fingers. The plug stretches at his hole, wider and wider until Steve is sure his ass will break. Abruptly it sinks into place, the lemon-sized plug sitting hard and unyielding against his prostate.
“At ease.”
Steve nearly slumps right over onto the ground if it wasn’t for Bucky reaching out to tug him upright by the back of his collar. Dazed, he’s only half-aware of the sound of Bucky shouldering his bag or the quiet click of something attaching to the front ring of his collar.
“Beautiful night out, makes me feel like a stroll.” Bucky hums, and there is a small tug against Steve’s collar, urging him forward. “Walk.”
And he does, staggering his first few steps as the plug grinds his prostate with every step. He moans, hands clenching tight at his sides as he forces himself to take another step, and then another.
It feels like miles, the only thing Steve has to guide him the sound of Bucky a few steps behind him or the wind whispering through a few scarce trees. His balls are lead weights swaying against his thighs, the ache growing with every minute the plug kneads into his ass. He’s afraid of what his cock looks like, no doubt purple and angry within the cage from the prolonged desire to fill. Not even his super-soldier cock can break through the hardened plastic. No, the only thing that can free him hangs around Bucky’s neck, where it’s remained for the past two weeks.
“Stop,” Bucky’s voice startles him in the silence, and he wobbles to a stop, breathing labored despite their sedate pace.
The sound of Bucky’s footsteps shift to the left of him before stopping, and two quick tugs pull right after. “Come, slowly. Small step up — that’s it, little more. Stop. Turn around, more, stop.” Steve follows every direction, confusion mounting. Where has Bucky taken him?
“Good. Push your ass out, more, arch your back, I know you can do better than that.” Bucky smirks, metal hand reaching up to firmly grope the meat of Steve’s left asscheek. “Stay just like that, assume inspection.”
Keeping his knees bent, Steve raises his hands back above his head, clasping his fingers among his sweat-damp hair. He barely has time to wonder about the odd position before Bucky is tugging at the plug, pulling only to push it right back in before it can pop free. Steve
whines
, biting his lip hard just to stifle the litany of noises trying to bubble up his throat. It’s too good, too much. They both know the cage can’t keep him from cumming if he lets himself get swept up in the pleasure. It will hurt, oh fuck it hurts to cum while locked, but he
craves
that hurt, that high.
But Bucky knows him and his limits, and right when Steve starts to think about crying uncle, Bucky tugs the plug free of his ass with a wet squelch. Steve gasps, whole body jerking as his hole is once again left open and empty. He shudders, clenching up hard enough to feel a trickle of lube dribble from the gape.
“Fuck, look at you. Push that hole out, want to see your walls.” Bucky leers, and Steve hears the undeniable sound of his phone snapping pictures. Bucky never has any tones playing on his phone unless it’s for scenes, wanting to make damn sure Steve can hear every one. “These are too damn good to keep to myself. Think I’ll put them on that site, what do you think, Stevie?”
Steve’s hips give an abortive jerk, balls clenching up so viciously it’s dizzying. They’ve only talked about it before. Posting pictures with his face cropped out and no identifying marks. Seeing all the horny members of the internet jerk it unknowingly to a national icon. Steve warms all over, teetering on the edge of cumming so close he loses his resolve not to make a sound.
Bucky
laughs
, far louder than Steve’s own pathetic whimpers. “Oh, you like that huh baby? Yeah, going to plaster this ass all over the internet. Going to show everyone my personal fuck hole.” His hand gropes against Steve’s ass once more, pulling one cheek to the side to snap one more picture of his puffy hole.
“Sit down for me, nice and slow,” Bucky instructs, and Steve’s brows knit together. Sit? “
Now
.”
He doesn’t spare another moment to his confusion, sinking down on the strength of his thighs alone. Bucky’s hand doesn’t part from his ass, guiding him a little to the left, a bit farther back, and then —
“
Buck
,” Steve moans, feeling the fat, hot press of Bucky’s blunt cockhead against his stretched rim. He hadn’t even heard Bucky get his cock out.
“More. Keep going. Park that ass on my cock.”
Steve’s eyes roll underneath the ribbon as Bucky’s thick cock is slowly sheathed in his tender insides, filling him deeper and deeper until he’s sat flush with Bucky’s open fly.
Two more tugs against his collar, “Ride this cock. Show the world how much of a slut you are for it.” And Bucky
pulls
, the collar going tight around Steve’s throat, hard enough it digs just under his Adam's apple.
Steve can’t contain himself any longer, desperate, shameful sounds punching from deep in his chest as he rises up, only to drop back down. He feels every inch of his insides clinging to Bucky’s dick as he rises, pushing back in deep, rooting the turgid length in the depths of his guts.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Steve shakes, head thrown back as he works his ass over Bucky’s cock faster and faster.
Bucky groans, pulling harder still at the leash and collar. It forces Steve’s neck back, back poised in a punishing arch to keep his ass seated over Bucky’s dick. Even Steve’s super soldier thighs start to burn, and sweat runs in rivulets down his bare, flushed skin.
He’s going to cum. He can’t stop it, he feels it like a physical grip pulling at his balls, knotting up his stomach. “
Sir
, please, oh fuck,
please
.” He sobs, uncaring if the whole world hears him at this point as long as Bucky allows him to cum.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Bucky snarls, twining his hand up in the leash. “You cum when I tell you to.” His voice is undeniably strained, a telling sign that he is actively restraining himself from cumming. The same discipline that has guided Bucky through the night controls him now, able to keep himself poised on the brink of release for hours if he has to.
The ribbon sticks to Steve’s wet lashes as he heaves ragged breaths, open-mouth panting into the night air. He sounds like a wounded animal, some kind of inhuman creature in the throws of soul-deep suffering.
“
Fuck
,” Bucky pushes him forward without warning, precome soaked cock popping free from Steve’s abused hole. Steve falls forward and Bucky reaches forward to haul him back before he can fully fall. Steve is spun around and shoved forward, knees meeting a wooden bench Bucky must have been sitting on this entire time.
Steve has just enough time to grab the back of the bench before Bucky is piercing him deep, shoving the full length of his cock right to the hilt. His head spins, and he cries out.
“Loud bitch when you’re getting it good,” Bucky laughs, slapping a hand over Steve’s mouth while his metal one comes to grip the wood, planting one booted foot on the bench by Steve’s knees.
Bucky
rails
into his ass so fast that Steve can feel the zipper of his jeans leaving scratches against Steve’s skin. The pace is so ruthless Steve can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but hold on for dear life, screaming into the meat of Bucky’s palm.
The back of the bench creaks and rocks, screws that bind it to the cement gradually loosening under the onslaught. “
Goddamn
, going to fuckin’...fuckin’ — Come for me, come while I fill your cunt up.” Bucky hisses through clenched teeth right before he throws his head back and cums with a groaning growl that ripples through his body.
Steve is coming even before Bucky can finish the order, cock pulsing a torrent of thick, milky semen that can’t push fast enough through the small slit in the cock cage, forcing it to bubble and ooze around his cockhead and up through the ribbed slats that hug his flaccid cock.
Bucky spills what feels like a massive load even by their standards deep into his ass, the wet, soppy squelch growing loud with every frantic pump of his hips.
Steve’s head bursts into static, and he slumps heavily against both the bench and Bucky’s hand still clenched over his mouth. The world swims, turning the splintered bench into undulating waves. He has the awareness enough to hear Bucky laugh softly as his touch gentles, and then everything slips out of focus.
“That’s it baby, did so fucking good. Goddamn.” Bucky praises, and Steve makes a weak noise of protest as he withdraws, leaving his well-used hole leaking. He doesn’t hear the next volley of pictures, or even feels Bucky unclasping the collar and cockcage from his body.
If pressed, he couldn’t even tell you how he gets back into his jacket or the train station. Only that the next time he’s aware of where he is, he’s sitting on Bucky’s lap in the moving subway car with Bucky’s arms circled around his waist.
“Hey there babydoll, back on earth?” Bucky asks warmly, the polar opposite of the ice-tinged orders of an hour prior.
Steve hums pleasantly, turning to tuck his head against Bucky’s shoulder, smelling the combination of cologne and sweat at the nape of his neck. “Jesus..christ.” His voice is hoarse and he spares the one brain cell he has left to hoping no one called the cops on them.
“Mmm, taking it that was a good one?” Bucky says as if he hasn’t just fucked Steve’s soul right out of his body.
“You’re a fuckin’ demon, Bucky Barnes,” Steve murmurs, trying to coordinate a kiss against his neck and failing to do more than mouth against it.
Bucky has the gall to laugh as if he’s just won the keys to the city, “Does that make you an angel?”
“Oh, barf,” Steve smirks, and Bucky reaches underneath his jacket to viciously pinch his ass until he yelps.
“If you got the energy for lip I can obviously go harder next time,” Bucky smirks, raising Steve's head from his shoulder to pull him into a deep, lurid kiss. Only after Bucky lets him breathe does Steve have the presence of mind to shyly glance around, only to see they’re the only ones on the subway this late at night.
For all his snark, Steve’s legs feel like jelly, and Bucky keeps an arm wrapped around his waist to help him off the subway. Wet warmth dribbles down the backs of his thighs the entire walk home.