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"Kneel." Rumlow says, not in his usual, commanding tone, but in the softer, but somehow darker one he uses when he wants the Soldier to do exactly what he says. The Soldier drops to his knees, not caring about the slight pain from hitting the hardwood floor in the old safehouse they're in.
Rumlow's mouth twitches into the all-too-familiar smirk as he spreads his legs while sitting on the bed in front of his killer-pet.
He reaches out and tangles his fingers into the Soldier's hair, pulling him closer to his crotch so the Soldier's nose is almost touching Rumlow's clothed dick.
"You wanna be good for me?" Rumlow asks with a low hum, eyes softening slightly at the quiet moan from the Soldier. "Yeah, good boy, you know what I want, baby."
The Soldier moans, subconsciously pressing his face closer to his handler's crotch.
"Go on, baby," Rumlow breathes, watching the Soldier's blue eyes focus on him as he leans forward and takes Rumlow's metal zipper between his teeth to slowly pull it down. Rumlow smirks a little, knowing how well he trained him.
The Soldier pulls his zipper down and pops open his button before leaning in and pulling Rumlow's boxers down with his teeth, holding eye contact the whole time, just how he likes.
When he has finally freed Rumlow's mostly hard cock, he leans in, taking the tip into his wet mouth. "Mhm, fuck... good boy, go on..." Rumlow praises, which only spurs the Soldier on, who now takes Rumlow's whole length, not even choking as his nose presses against his pubes.
He starts bobbing his head, sucking along his dick, tight and noisy like he's supposed to. "Yeah, baby... you know it... go on, just like I taught you..."
It doesn't take long until Rumlow's grip on the Soldier's hair tightens and his breathing gets heavier. "Mhm, yeah, yeah..." That's all Rumlow can get out, trying to praise his pet while fighting to keep it together in his pleasure-flooded brain.
"Jesus, you're so good at this, never had anyone like you..." Rumlow groans, eyes closed shut by this point. "Don't think any whore in town could compete..." He breathes out while his hand starts guiding the Soldier's head back and forth.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it..." Rumlow groans, just to look at the Soldier's pretty face while he fights back the tears from Rumlow holding him in place with his dick far down the Soldier's throat. "God, you look so pathetic, mouth stuffed full with dick..." Rumlow's close, loving the way he can tell by the Soldier's pupils widening how much this affects him... or how much this affects his programming, but it's not like he cares. What he cares about is that this feels fucking amazing.
After a few moments he loosens his grip, letting the Soldier get in a few heaving breaths before pushing him down onto his cock again. "Mhm, yeah..." is all he can get out, not even trying to act unaffected anymore.
After just a few more harsh thrusts of his hips and pulls of his hand on the Soldier's hair, Rumlow spills down the Soldier's throat with a groan, eyes closing shut as he holds him in place to get all his seed down his boy's throat.
"Jesus..." is the first thing Rumlow manages to get out after coming down from his orgasm, slowly letting go of the Soldier's hair and letting him pull back to gasp for air.
"Taste good?" Is what he says next, a few moments after he fucked himself back in and pulled up his zipper. "Looks like you were enjoying yourself." He says with his usual, cocky grin as his eyes wander down to the Soldier's crotch.
The Soldier is hard in his pants, his thick cock straining against his tac pants. Rumlow pushes his leg forward. "Well, if you're gonna act like a dog, you might as well get off like one." His boot presses against the Soldier's dick. "Go on. Hump me like a good boy."
The Soldier's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at his handler with something similar to adoration in his eyes. He starts moving his hips, slowly grinding his clothed dock against the hard leather of Rumlow's boot.
He's used to this, and there have been many situations where he had to really work for it, so the Soldier almost appreciates that he's allowed to do this. He starts grinding his hips forward, the sensitive flesh of his painfully hard dick rubbing against the fabric of his pants as he humps his handler's shoe like a dog.
After just a few minutes, his breathing starts getting heavier, his eyes, which are still loyally focused on Rumlow, falling slightly shut with pleasure.
Rumlow enjoys the Soldier's little noises, even thinking about denying him his orgasm and locking him back up in his cell, knowing the Soldier is too obedient to make himself cum without permission almost gets him hard again... if only he were a few years younger.
When Rumlow knows the Soldier is close, he grins. "Alright, get yourself put, show me that pretty dick."
The Soldier does as he is told, freeing his swollen dick without hesitation. "Go on." The Soldier looks up at him as if looking for confirmation that he understood it correctly and then starts grinding his bare cock against Rumlow's boot when he doesn't find any irony in his handler's eyes.
The Soldier's cock leaks all over Rumlow's booth, the Soldier gasping for air, trying to hold his orgasm back. "Mhm- Ngh." Rumlow knows the Soldier wants to beg but doesn't dare to without permission.
Finally, Rumlow grins. "It's okay, you can cum." He says, and it doesn't even take three seconds, before the Soldier is spilling all over his boot with a pathetic moan, fingers digging into the floor underneath him.
When the Soldier is done, slowly opening his eyes again and the clouded look fleeing from his eyes, Rumlow laughs.
"Well, you really gotta clean this up. Look at the mess you made!"
The Soldier is still dazed from his orgasm but knows better than to ignore an order, slowly leaning down and extending his tongue to lick up his own cum from Rumlow's dirty leather boot.
The boot tastes like dirt, dust, and months of old concrete, but he doesn't resist, licking up every last drop of white cum from the boot placed in front of his face.