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Winterbaron Thunderbolts blurb

Zemo has spent a lot of time reflecting his feelings for Bucky. when he first learned about the Winter Soldier, Hydra's most formidable secret weapon, he was stuck between disgusted by what's been done to him and general apathy. brainwashed or not, Bucky used his superhuman skills to kill many many people. But after their little adventure, he realizes Bucky isn't that. he isn't one of THEM, Avengers or Nazis alike.

Zemo's grown not just sympathetic but also fond of Bucky as partners in crime. That makes him uncomfortable. He spent YEARS resenting superheroes, hunting them, killing them, killing that sense of superiority they so casually project. But here he is, working with Bucky again, and can't keep his eyes off him.

Bucky is a natural leader, he takes care of his team even tho his contempt for certain people (including himself) is palpable, a brilliant strategist and even a better fighter, he is competent and...attractive.

Zemo tries to play his little mind game but Bucky isn't at all receptive. but that's ok, hatred is a strong enough emotion that may very well carry over to his ultimate demise. bucky won't be able to forget him that easily. Zemo isnt trying to be a 'hero', sacrificing himself for this assorted bunch, he just isn't trying so hard to stay alive.

Bucky notices that, from experience perhaps. Bucky keeps an eye on him in battle. in the middle of a shootout, Bucky drags him to security and shouts at him, 'stop letting your death wish get in the way!' or something like that.

'I'm touched, James, caring the life of someone like me.'

'I don't care if you're dead.'Bucky says as he takes out a guy by calculating the ricochet trajectory on the fly. 'you are just in my way.'

that's probably true. Zemo shrugs, sitting on the ground, fully confident that Bucky can handle the situation for both of them. 'I've been thinking...'

'shoot first, think later, socrates.'

'I've been thinking.' Zemo shoots somewhere blindly and keeps talking, 'we'd make great pair.'

Bucky stares at him as if he's grown another head. or lost the only one he had.

'you see, James, no one knows you better than I do, I'm perhaps the only one who GETS why you are the way you are. And you know me, sort of. we've come to a truce, the past is in the past...'

'I don't share your kinship, Zemo. Now be useful!'

so he makes himself useful, tho he is still talking. talking, yeah, but without referring to the most painfully obvious and unsettling fact. 'what I'm suggesting is mutually beneficial. I have connections and information you need, and you have one less bad guy to worry about.'

'I don't have to worry about you if you're in prison.'

'but I'm not there, am I?'

as the mission progress, Zemo offers help, shuts John up when necessary (Bucky smirks when he does that), and stays close to Bucky. yelena isn't blind, but she thinks Zemo has external motive and gives him the shovel talk.

'that's lovely. now, do you think James would prefer a new modified gun or customed knife? I know he is partial to the SiG but I see room for improvement. you know what, I'll get both. thank you for indulging me, Yelena.'

yelena: ok gay🙄

more fighting ensued, Bucky eventually uses the knife Zemo got him. some part of Bucky just breaks, that line that's been constantly pushed by Zemo is broken at that moment in a sense that Bucky acknowledges Zemo being in his tiny circle of 'allies' is already a truth. Zemo has been his ally longer than he's willing to admit. Bucky wants to believe they are different that's why he pushes Zemo away, only then does he realize accepting Zemo doesn't mean they're the same, it's just that they are compatible in certain situations. and Zemo is not exactly unpleasant to be around, sometimes.

after the mission, yelena suggests they go for a drink, Zemo suggests they go to that fancy place none of them would otherwise be allowed in. It's classy and degenerate at the same time.

while others disappear into the dance floor, Zemo sits down next to Bucky and asks if he could buy him a drink.

'will you back off if I said no?'

'I'm hurt, James. after all this time, you should know I don't take pleasure in forcing people into things they don't want.'

Bucky kinda laughs and lets Zemo buy him a fancy whisky. 'what do you want, Zemo?'

'I already told you what I want. partnership.'

Bucky downs the alcohol in one go and glances at him. 'is that all?'

Zemo is frankly surprised by Bucky's response but who is he to pass the opportunity? 'I usually go on a date or two before moving on to other things, but I suppose I can make an exception.'

and things get a little heated from there.

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sebstan2020 · 3 days

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Who's in control now

Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop thinking about Bucky all night. He was humiliated with himself that he enjoyed every moment of last night with James, dominating him, forcing him to suck his cock, treating him like a piece of shit, and he wanted more, so much more from Bucky. He knew Bucky had it in him to go full-on sadistic with him, but he was just waiting on him to accept that. All his teasing would soon send Bucky into a frenzy of dominating Zemo, and he secretly couldn't wait for it.

That morning, Zemo lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he went over the events of last night. Bucky was reaking havoc on his cock, sending all sorts of pain up his body, grabbing, kicking, and punching every piece of him, and Zemo moaned at the thought of it. He wanted more, he needed more, and he had to have more. Bucky was his master, and that was a fact. No more manipulation from Zemo; no more control with the use of the trigger words or Zemo's sick games; Bucky was in full control here.

Zemo closed his eyes and imagined Bucky on top of him, throwing insults and dirty names at him, calling him a slut, a whore, kicking his balls, and choking him with his metal arm. As these dirty thoughts clouded his mind, his hand started to slip down his pants, grabbing his hard cock, and he began to stroke himself to the fantasy in his head. The rope from yesterday was still there, and it only made the situation even more erotic. his cock and balls tied with rope from Bucky, a simple chastity device.

He was lost in his fantasy, the rest of the world a silent blur as he moaned softly to himself. Tingles ran up his body as he grew closer to orgasm, his toes curling and his head pushing back into the pillow as his body went rigid. He was so close and only needed a few more storks to reach that intense orgasm he had been craving all night. The rope tugged on his cock, pulling a few of the hairs around the base, and he shivered as his orgasm was so close. Just a couple more strokes, and...

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A harsh voice broke her back from his hot, cock-tingling fantasy, and a hand gripped his short hair, yanking his body off the bed and onto the floor. Zemo's body fell like a sack of pototoes, and he groaned as the hardwood floor was a hard knock on his system. Bucky had so much strength he could easily pick Zemo up with one hand, and as he looked up with flushed cheeks, Bucky stared down with a brow raised and fingers curling beside him.

"What does it look like?" He teased, but instantly earned a metal hand to his neck, shoving him against the wall. Zemo gasped for air but began to chuckle evilly with a sick grin.

"Careful, James; we wouldn't want Sam to hear you," he whispered, and Bucky smirked.

"No, we wouldn't; good thing he's not here," he whispered back, as if Sam were only in the room next to them. Of course Bucky wouldn't be so stupid as to make an obvious scene with Sam only a few feet away, and Zemo groaned as Bucky pressed his hand tighter around his neck, already leaving finger marks. that was going to be hard to cover up.

"I thought I said no touching yourself; you've just earned yourself a punishment," Bucky warned.

"And what will that entail, Master?" He teased, and Bucky growled, throwing Zemo to the floor, who groaned through gritted teeth. If only he had some of that super soldier serum to make him feel no pain.

"This," and with that, Bucky firmly kicked Zemo between the legs, his boot making contact with his semi-hard cock. Zemo howled at the top of his lungs and clutched his crotch. That was the worst pain he ever felt. Bucky smirked as Zemo wriled around on the floor, screaming like a little girl.

"Now, when I give you an order, are we going to follow it?" Bucky teased back, and Zemo nodded.

"Yes, sir," he winced, and Bucky chuckled.

"Good boy, now get up; the plane leaves in three hours, so we don't have long," Bucky grinned.

Zemo moaned as Bucky tied the last knot tightly, delibertly making it tighter than it needed to be just to hurt Zemo. the ropes cut into his flesh like knives, and Zemo enjoyed it. His cock was hardening by the second, and he felt the flush of his cheeks as Bucky tutted at him.

"God, you are shut a slut, getting horny over a little bondage," Bucky teased, reaching for his rock-hard cock, and he squeezed tightly. Zemo instantly groaned at his hand touching him and pulled on the restraints. He was tied to the bed, leaning over the side of the bed with his arms tied outward to each end. His legs were tied apart as well to each leg of the bed, keeping his thighs wide and apart for Bucky's access. rope wound its way around his body, over his chest, up to his neck, and around his ass.

He was stuck in place and wasn't going anywhere. Samand wouldn't be back for another hour, as he had left to get supplies, so Bucky and Zemo had enough time. Bucky chuckled as he ran his hand over Zemo's bare back before dragging it down his ass and across his balls. He pulled back and slapped them hard, earning a hard yell from Zemo and a hiss through his teeth.

Bucky chuckled evilly and gave his balls a sweet rub before using the toe of his boot to kick them hard. Today was all about pain, and if Zemo thought he was going to get any pleasure, he was completely wrong. Zemo hissed and yanked on the ropes as Bucky reeked havoc on his cock and balls, slapping, hitting, kicking, and busting. The pain was indescribable, and yet his cock was dripping with cumin.

"Tell me how much you're enjoying this torture, Zemo," Bucky ordered as he yanked on the end of his cock, tugging hard, and Zemo gasped, lifting his head up with wide, glassy eyes.

"I like it," he whispered, and Bucky's cold metal hand grabbed his neck.

"No, you know what I want to hear," he whispered harshly, and Zemo swallowed.

"Yes, sir, I love you torturing my cock," he breathed, and Bucky grinned, biting the top of Zemo's ear before giving him a harsh slap on his bulging balls. The rope was cutting into his cock and turning his balls blue.

And yet Zemo wanted more; he wanted everything. humiliation and degregation, and he knew how to get those.

"That's it, James; give me some more; you do torture well; you've got lots of training on that, haven't you?" He teased, and Bucky grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll yank your balls off," he threatened, and Zemo grinned.

"Don't you like my voice, James?" He answered back, and Bucky kicked him hard, the hardest he had. Zemo yelped and keeled over on the bed as his cock and balls tingled with pain.

"Just for that, I'm going to make sure you don't come for a month, and if you want to fucking touch your own cock, you better start listening." another swift kick to his balls, and Zemo was nodding and begging for mercy.

"Yes, sir, I understand," he breathed.

"Good boy," a humiliating pat to his head like a dog was followed by the praise, and Bucky turned, walking to the side of the bedroom, and picked up a slab of thin wood, the perfect item to be used as a paddle. Bucky smacked the piece of wood into his palm, sounding it to Zemo, who hitched his breath up.

"Now, let's get this ass a little bit redder." Bucky annouced and placed the end of the makeshift paddle to his bare ass. He lightly tapped the skin, teasing Zemo, before pulling back and smacking it on his ass. Zemo screamed, yanking on the rope, his face turning bright red. The pain was excruciating, and with the tight bondage, Zemo had no where to go. Bucky pulled it back again and smacked the other cheek. No sooner did red marks appear on his ass, leaving distinct marks from the paddle, and bruises began to form, welts bringing blood to the skin.

He was going to be sore for the next month, and yet his cock was still dripping. A puddle of cumin had formed beneath him. a sticky, gooey puddle of his own sperm, and his cock was tingling. He desperately wanted to come; he needed to come to get rid of this tension and tease. But Bucky wasn't going to let him, not for at least a month.

smack upon smack upon smack. Bucky went full ham on his ass, which turned as red as Captain America's shield. There was no feeling in his ass now, just numbness from the harsh paddle. A few drops of blood had come to the surface and dripped down to his thighs. Zemo was breathing heavily, his fingers flexing and his toes curling. Sweat dripped down his face and back, the salty liquid stinging his wounds.

"What do you say, slut?" Bucky ordered, pressing a hard boot to his aching ass.

"Thank you, sir," he gritted through his teeth. Bucky grinned, giving a last slap to his ass and earning a wince from Zemo.

"Good boy, now let's get you ready for our flight." Zemo tried to look over his shoulder, but the tight bondage kept his head forward, and he swallowed. It was slightly frightening to hear what Bucky had said. 'Get him ready'? What could he possibly need to get ready for?

There was a clink behind him, and something cold touched his aching cock. Metal, smooth, and freezing cold. A metal sheaf was slid over his cock, the head poking out the end. A cold ring was placed around the base of his cock, holding the metal sheaf. Zemo hissed and squirmed as his balls were pushed into some sort of metal casing and locked tightly with a padlock.

"Really, James, a cage." Zemo tried to sound unbothered by the fact his aching cock was placed in a cruel chastity device, but a swift push to his bruised ass shut him up immediately.

"Well, if you weren't such a slut, then I wouldn't have to. I can't have you touching this cock that belongs to me. I own every part of your body, which means I decide when you come. I don't think I can trust you not to touch yourself, you fucking dirty whore." A sharp whisper to his ear made Zemo shiver and moan. He really was a dirty whore, enjoying every moment of this.

"And just to be sure," Bucky murmured, and suddenly a sharp pain radiated through his cock. Something slim and cold was sliding inside his ureathra.

"Ahhhhh," Zemo hissed, his body shaking, toes curling, and fists clenching as the slim rod plugged his hole and was locked to the rest of the cage. That was it. For the next month, he had no control over his poor little cock.

"There. That's better; now get dressed; we leave soon." A sharp smack to his ass brought him back to reality, and the pain in his ass came back all over again.

After dressing, Zemo waddled out into the main part of the hotel room, careful for his ass not to rub against his trousers and his cock aching in the cold metal cage. He winced and gritted his teeth together as he met with James and Sam in the middle of the room. He was clearly in pain, but he tried to keep the look off his face. Sam narrowed his eyes at him as Zemo looked so weak and flushed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Zemo swallowed.

"Yes, I'm fine; I just didn't get much sleep," he lied, and his eyes dashed to Bucky's, who scoffed.

"Well, we have a long flight, so you can sleep there," he said, and Zemo nodded. Sam grabbed his bag and headed out of the room. Zemo turned to follow, but a sharp tug on his arm yanked him back.

"You sit opposite me, and don't even think about trying to take that cage off in the bathroom; I have the key, and if you want even the slight taste of my cock, you're going to be a good boy for me," he smirked and whispered, and Zemo's face slightly brightened.

"Yes, Master," a sick smirk appeared on his face, and Bucky nodded to the door, yanking him to follow. This was going to be one long plane journey.

Hey everyone, so I decided to add another part to this story. I think this is going to be a story with no plot, mostly just smut/porn and whenever I get an idea for a new part, I'll update but it won't be all the time so this isn't abandoned but it's not a full on story. Anyways i hope you enjoyed the next instalment, if anyone has any ideas they want me to write let me know in the comments. It has to be strictly Dom Bucky and Sub Zemo. Let me know what you think in the comments

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