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It's the first day of summer and Bucky wishes he were down in Delacroix with Sam, Sarah and the kids.
Instead he's sitting alone on the floor of his impersonal DC apartment, headphones on, eyes glued to his laptop screen.
He received the first video from Val, the newly appointed warden of the Raft after the whole Sentry disaster as a please, Congressman Barnes, get me out of here bribe.
Little does she know that her gift assured her to remain on the Raft for the years to come.
Thanks to AC and his super soldier physiology, Bucky is rarely bothered by heat in Washington. But his palms are sweaty when he presses "play".
The setting is familiar. So is the scenario. And soon his sweaty palm closes around his hard cock, something he thought Hydra had forever robbed him of.
Zemo hasn't swallowed his first cock yet and Bucky's already drenched in sweat, skin too tight, body electric.
The video quality is excellent. He can see the thin veil of sweat, then the cum pearling down Zemo's pale, bruised skin. He can hear the obscene wet sounds of all those guards jerking off and fucking his throat raw, their mocking laughs, their crude taunting.
Slut.
… Шлю́ха.
Assaulted by dark memories, yet still rock-hard, he comes with a gut-punched gasp when the first spray of piss lands in Zemo's compliant mouth.
Panting, he briefly closes his eyes but an ominous buzzing sound soon startles his cock awake and he manages to come a second time before Zemo passes out. Unfortunately, the guards fucking his unresponsive body with shock batons leaves his cock totally indifferent. Disappointing.
He quickly wipes his hand clean and types a short message.
Forget the shock batons.
He doesn't press "Send" yet. Time to make some… suggestions.