Featuring:Steve attempts to enlist in the army yet again and after a scuffle in an alleyway, Bucky tends to Steve in more ways than one. Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, at a registration office, there were dozens of men in their underwear, reading newspapers and chatting as they waited to be examined and recruited. In the midst of muscle and skin, however, was a small, fragile, skinny boy named Steve Rogers. He had short, blond hair, a pale, narrow face and very pink lips. Finally, the man behind the desk called the boy’s name up. Steve folded his newspaper and stood up, before walking over with his half nude, thin body on complete display. He walked to the desk and handed his papers to the older man.
“What did your father die of?” He asked as he read through them. “Mustard gas. He was in the 107th Infantry.” Steve answered, calmly. “I was hoping I could be assigned-” “Your mother?” “She was a nurse in a TB ward. Got hit. Couldn’t shake it.” Steve explained. The man’s eyes scanned down the long list of medical issues on Steve’s papers. “Sorry, son.” “Look, just give me a chance.” “You’d be ineligible on your asthma alone.” “Is there anything you can do?” Steve asked, desperate. “I’m doing it. I’m saving your life.” And just like that, Steve was denied. Despite his ambition to become a soldier and serve his country, his body wouldn’t let him. It was depressing and soul crushing, no matter how many times Steve tried to sign up for the army.
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Featuring:Being on the run was difficult. After the events in Berlin, the fight at the airport and severing ties with Tony, at least for now, Steve was forced to go into hiding with Nat and Sam. From motel to motel, they kept moving, with Steve growing out a beard and his hair, but still keeping his impressive, strong build. Tonight, the runaways had found a motel somewhere in a small, forgotten town. Steve carried the bags as they approached the main door, with them all wearing caps and sunglasses. But as they drew closer, they saw that there was a sign on the dusty glass door saying ‘CLOSED’.
“Looks like it’s been out of business for some time.” Sam mentioned, peeking inside and seeing how abandoned it looked. “Perfect. Means less potential people who can report us.” Natasha said. After the Black Widow finished picking the lock, the three of them went inside. It was a dusty, murky lobby room. It looked like it hadn't been open for a few months or so. “On the bright side, at least we have this place to ourselves.” Steve shrugged. “Aw yeah, I've always wanted a turd to myself.” Sam scoffed, flicking a switch despite the power being out. “It'll do. We’re only here for the night, anyway.” Steve chuckled. Featuring:Horny and alone, Steve decides to stroke his cock to the fantasy of being used and abused by the Howling Commandos. I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted. I had just spent the day taking down a Hydra base, dodging gun shots and protecting my friends from the huge explosions. Only a few more bases to take down, left. I rolled onto my back and gave a big stretch - alone in the double bed. I thought about my day, yet for some reason all I could think about was this morning. The night before we had been camping in a forest and when the sun rose, I saw the most beautiful sight. In a nearby, freshwater lake, the Howling Commandos were bathing in the water. There was Jaques, an older but muscular French man with a hairy body. Then Gabe, a black, beautiful man who was kinda short but buff. He had the sexiest stubble, as well. Then Montgomery, a skinny, lean, English man with a very angular face and moustache. Jim Morita, a Japanese-American man who was cute and a bit muscular too, with a greying beard. There was Dum Dum Dugan, a broad man with ginger hair and a curly moustache. He was a bit hairy and thick, someone I found myself wanting to call Daddy Dum Dum… Then of course, finally, was Bucky. My childhood best friend, with his sexy, muscular, slightly fuzzy body. They were all in the water, stripped down naked, casually washing themselves. I remember they asked me if I'd join, but I couldn't unless I wanted to expose my very obvious hardon. And just thinking about it, my pants began to tighten. I looked down to see the tent forming in my pants.
“Ah shit…” I muttered. Now I had to get off. I hurriedly began stripping my Captain America suit off, until I was finally naked. I grabbed a bottle of lube, which I hadn't used for weeks as I had been away for so long, and squeezed some out onto my hand. I closed my eyes as I wrapped my fingers around the base of my 10 inch cock and slowly began stroking it. “Finally…” I muttered. I was thinking about my friends and my brain began to get creative. I imagined myself waking up in a dark room - maybe in a dungeon of some kind, with my wrists chained to a wall above my head… No, fuck it, in a bed. An old, uncared for bed, with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. And I'm naked. Then the dim light above turns on, to reveal myself surrounded by the Howling Commandos - all looking at me with dirty smirks. My hand continued stroking, creating a wet fapping noise as I pictured them all naked. Bucky straddles my chest as his hard, meaty cock is in my face. “What are you doing to me?” I’d ask, pretending to be so innocent. “Ruining our friendship.” He’d whisper before pushing his cock into my mouth. Fuck yeah, I bet he’s surprisingly rough. He acts like the polished gentleman, but he'd slam his cock down my throat. I wouldn't gag on it, because I can't, but he’d try to make me choke as much as possible. He’d grip my hair and just slam his thick cock into me, with his balls slapping against my chin- fuck that would be so hot. All the while the other Howling Commandos are stroking their cocks at the sight of us. Jaques and Montgomery could lay down against each of my thighs and start sharing my cock. Their tongues would each run up the sides of my shaft. I began tracing my veins, imagining it was Montgomery’s tongue, whilst Jaques takes the head of my cock into his mouth. They're taking the time with it, whilst Bucky’s mercilessly plowing my throat, calling me dirty shit. He calls me his bitch and his slut as I drool around his throbbing cock. He’d start to sweat, with his body shimmering like it did in that lake. I wondered what Bucky’s precum would taste like. Oh, and then Gabe and Daddy Dugan would kneel on either side of me. “Give Daddy what he wants.” Dugan would growl, slapping his heavy, thick cock against my cheek. Bucky lets go of my hair and his cock is quickly replaced with Daddy’s giant one. Whilst Dugan fucks my throat, Bucky and Gabe are making out. Oh, shit, I forgot about Jim. I know, he’d be licking at my feet. I bet he’s freaky. He’d run his tongue between my toes and send chills up my spine. Just the thought of it sent goosebumps through me as I looked down at my feet, imagining Jim giving them a tongue bath. I took a moment to watch my cock sliding up and down the 10 inches of meat, picturing Jaques and Montgomery taking turns slurping at the mushroom tip. “Oh fuck…” I groaned, thrusting up into my hand. I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, resuming my fantasy. Eventually, they’d decide it’s time to fuck me. They won't lube my ass, why would they bother? My ass is theirs’ to abuse, anyway. Daddy Dugan is first. Bucky, Gabe, Montgomery, Jaque and Jim would all be watching on either side of me, watching as Dum Dum Dugan lifts my feet onto his shoulders. Then he’d slam it into me. “Oh yeah…” I breathed, feeling my hole twitch as I imagined the fat cock inside me. I imagined Dugan to be rough. “Take it, bitch. Scream like the whore you are.” He'd grunt. I spat on my hand for extra lube, imagining Dugan would spit on me. I could practically hear the balls slapping against my ass. I imagined what it would be like to look up at his sexy, thick, fuzzy body as he plowed into me. Would he be the type to breed me? Or would he cum on me, degrading me? I decided I liked the idea of Daddy Dugan doing a bit of both. He’d shoot a load deep inside me, before pulling out. Then he’d blast round after round of cum all over me. It would be Gabe’s turn next. My feet would be on his shoulders - but I think he’d be a more gentle lover. I've seen his hips dance, so I think he’d be talented with keeping a rhythm. He’d thrust into me slow, then fast, then slow again. Maybe he’d reach down and stroke my cock in time with his hips. All the while, the rest of the Howling Commandos are stroking their cocks over me. Gabe would cum directly inside me, moaning my name. Next would be Jim. My toes would be in his mouth as he pushes his curved cock inside me. He fucks me hard with his sweaty, muscular body - occasionally spanking my ass. I'd be dying to use my hands, but the cuffs simply wouldn't let me. Jim would breed me, too. “Oh God…” I breathed, thinking about Jaques replacing him. The older man would make my legs wrap around his waist, leaning down close to my face - he’d be intimate, but rough. He’d slam his cock into me as he kisses me. Our sweaty bodies grinding against each other as he rams his fat cock into me. My second hand began reaching down, past my cock, past my balls, towards my hole. As I imagined Jaques inside me, I began teasing my own hole with my finger, gently rubbing it. I think Jaques would cum inside me, maybe whilst biting on my bottom lip. As I thought about it, I bit my own lip. When Jaques is done, he pulls out of me and gives me ass a spank, before letting Montgomery take his place. He’d tease me for a bit, like I was doing with my finger, before finally sliding every inch of his long cock inside me. I think Montgomery would be into nipple play… He’d reach down and just grab them both. Pinching and pulling at them. “You like that, Cap?” Montgomery would smirk. I reeled back the finger by my ass and instead, recreated what was in my mind. I began pinching and squeezing my pink nubs. “Oh shit…” I breathed. Montgomery would be a rough pounding but I think he’d cum on me. Fuck yeah, that would be so hot. Watching him pull out then splatter his British cum all over me. Fuck! Then last but not least, it would be my childhood best friend, Bucky. But he wouldn't fuck me. No, he’d ride me. “Time to milk our bitch.” Bucky would growl, scooping up Dugan and Montgomery’s cum before using it to line up my cock. “So hot…” I muttered, looking down at my rod and picturing it slick in white cum. Then, I imagined Bucky’s ass lowering itself onto me. “Arrrgh yeah, Steve…” Bucky would growl as inch by inch I go deeper inside him. He’d squeeze my pecs as he went balls deep - looking me in the eyes the whole time. Then soon, he’d begin bouncing his ass up and down. I bet he’s so tight… I’d want to touch his body but I can't because my hands are still handcuffed behind my back. If I asked Bucky to release me, he’d just slap me across the face. Fuck, that'd be so hot… Shit, I'm gonna cum. I continued imagining Bucky’s hot, ripped body moving up and down my cock. I began stroking even faster. “I'm gonna cum!” I’d tell him. “Do it. Breed me like you’ve always wanted to.” Bucky would command me. “Argh fuck!” I moaned out. I began shooting my thick cum all over my pecs. My toes stretched out as I shot load after load after load. I imagined it was Bucky’s cum spraying all over me, as I’d be cumming deep inside him. “So fucking hot…” I muttered as my climax came to an end. I looked down at my body, which was drenched in cum. If only I had Bucky to clean it off for me… Shit, I really needed that. I wanted to do this ever since I saw those sexy bastards in the lake. I sighed before getting up and going to find a rag to clean myself off, wishing my fantasy was true… Featuring:After the epic fight on the train, Ryan must comfort the grieving Steve. I had pretty much become an official part of Captain America’s team (which had been nicknamed the ‘Howling Commandos’), as again and again, I helped him take down Hydra bases. I had shot my first gun! I couldn’t believe it. From working in IT to helping Captain America in WW2, shooting down nazis and Hydra. I was amazed I lived throughout it all, but Steve always made sure I was safe. The shield had been painted the proper colours, meaning I saw the iconic Captain America shield in real life! I had to resist fanboying hard. We kept going and going, destroying and taking down Hydra bases in all these different locations and countries. It was incredible! I felt like I was actually doing good!
Our team was currently on a cliff face, in thick snow. We were looking upon a railway line, which we had a zip line going over it. I didn’t feel good about this… I knew what was going to happen, despite the months I had spent in this war, I remembered the movie. This was the day Bucky ‘died’. Or at least, supposedly. Some men were listening in to a Hydra radio, as we waited. “Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky asked. “Yeah, and I threw up.” Steve remembered. “This isn’t payback, is it?” Bucky said. “Now why would I do that?” Steve smirked. “We were right. Dr. Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle. Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.” Gabe told us. “Let’s get going, because they’re moving like the devil.” Montgomery said as we heard the train on its way. “We only have a 10 second window. You miss that window, we’re bugs on a windshield.” Steve warned us. “Mind the gap.” I sighed. “Better get going, bugs.” Dugan told us as the train got closer and closer. “Maintenant!” Jacques shouted. So, Steve, Bucky, Gabe and I jumped up onto the zip line and went down. I had never taken a zip line in my life, let alone taking one and hoping to land on a MOVING TRAIN! I felt the cold air whip past my face as we zoomed through the mountain range. I followed Steve’s lead and dropped down onto the train. “YOU OKAY?” Steve yelled back to me, as I clung onto the metal beneath me. I just nodded. We ran up the train until finally finding a ladder that we climbed down to step through a door, finally being ‘safe’ inside a carriage. Gabe went to another part of the train, to help clear it out. Featuring:Before a threesome with Steve and Bucky, Ryan and Cap recruit a team to take down more HYDRA bases. Later that morning, we went to the London HQ, wearing our army uniforms. I couldn’t believe I was in the fucking army! I wasn’t sure how to get out of it and I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to. We were looking upon a map and Steve was informing everyone of some of the information we had learned when in the Hydra base.
“The 5th one was here in Poland, right near the Baltic.” He said, marking it down. “And the 6th one was… about here, 30, 40 miles west of the Maginot Line.” Steve continued before a soldier took the map away. “I just got a quick look.” “Well, nobody’s perfect.” Carter said, sarcastically. We walked over to Phillips, who was by another map. “These are the weapon factories we know about. Sergeant Barnes said that Hydra shipped all the parts to another facility that isn’t on this map.” Steve explained. “Agent Carter, coordinate with MI6. I want ever Allied eyeball looking for that main Hydra base.” Phillips instructed. “What about us?” I asked. “We are gonna set a fire under Johann Schmidt’s ass. What do you say, Rogers? It’s your map, you think you can wipe Hydra off of it?” Phillips asked. “Yes, sir. I’ll need a team.” Steve nodded, looking at me. “We’re already putting together the best men.” Phillips informed him. “With all due respect, so am I.” We were in a bar with some of the men we had helped freed. I had gotten to know their names. There was Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita and a couple others. “So let’s get this straight…” Dugan started. “We barely got out of there alive, and you want us to go back?” Gabe asked. “Pretty much.” Steve nodded. “Sounds rather fun, actually.” Falsworth admitted. “I’m in.” Jim decided. Then Gabe and a couple of them were talking French together, discussing it, then they laughed and shook hands. “We’re in.” Gabe said. “Hell, I’ll always fight. But you got to do one thing for me.” Dugan told Steve. “What’s that?” “Open a tab.” Dugan smirked. Steve nodded and went to the bar. “Well that was easy!” Jim grinned. The night went on as the soldiers drank and drank and drank. Everybody was singing as Bucky and I were talking at the bar. “I just wanted to say, thanks again for helping me. You’re not like Steve where you’re this super soldier. You’re barely a soldier, according to Steve. And you still risked everything to help save me.” Bucky said. “It’s okay. It was the right thing to do.” I reasoned before Steve came over as well. “See? I told you. They’re all idiots.” Bucky said, referring to the drunk, singing soldiers behind us. “How about you? Ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?” Steve asked. “Hell, no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him. But you’re keeping the outfit, right?” Bucky asked. “Hot, right?” I smirked, making Bucky chuckle. “You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.” Steve admitted. The singing in the bar stopped and we turned to see Carter walking in, with a tight fitting, deep red dress. “Captain.” She said. “Agent Carter.” Steve responder. “Ma’am.” Bucky nodded. “Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” Carter told Steve. “Sounds good.” “I see your top squad is prepping for duty.” Carter said, sarcastically. “You don’t like music?” Bucky asked “I do, actually. I might even, when this is all over, go dancing.” Carter admitted. “Then what are we waiting for?” Bucky smirked. “The right partner. 0800, Captain.” She told him. “Yes ma’am. I’ll be there.” Steve nodded, before she left. “I’m invisible. I’m… I’m turning into you. It’s like some horrible dream.” Sebastian said, shocked. “Don’t take it so hard. Maybe she’s got a friend.” Steve smirked. |
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