#winterthundershield

The large house he and his partner, Bucky, lived in was simple compared to some of the other houses around them, but it suited their needs perfectly fine. Neither of them had or wanted kids, so the extra rooms were just for any houseguests they hosted. They had made a number of friends in their respective jobs, so it wasn’t unheard of for them to have guests stay overnight.

He started walking towards the house and opened the door. As he stepped inside, he heard soft moans coming from the living room and he walked through the foyer towards the sound. His cock twitched in his pants as he suspected who might be behind this. Sure enough, Bucky was sitting on the couch, still fully dressed, with their houseboy, Thor, between his legs. Steve watched for a moment as their slave’s head bobbed up and down on Bucky’s cock.

Bucky spotted him and grinned. “Hey, doll, how was work?”

Steve groaned. “The usual. At least things seem to be quiet for now,” he said. “No huge developments, just his usual ridiculousness.”

“That’s good. You work too hard for him sometimes,” Bucky said with a fond smile.

“It’s the job, Buck,” Steve said. “At least it pays well. How was your day?”

Bucky moaned softly and thrust up into the slave’s waiting mouth. “Long,” he answered. “I’m pretty sure half the students in my physics class don’t even read the textbook before class. This is why I don’t like teaching freshman level courses.”

“This is what you get for teaching the weed-out class,” Steve said. “That’s how we met, remember?”

Bucky smiled fondly at him. “You, at least, actually tried to understand the material,” Bucky pointed out. “And you asked questions when you didn’t understand something, which is more than I can say for the kids these days.”

Steve leaned in to kiss him and Bucky hummed into the kiss. Steve could taste the heat on his tongue and he moaned as he thrust his tongue into Bucky’s mouth.

“You close, baby?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded before he grunted and groaned as he came in the slave’s mouth. Steve kissed him and stroked his hand down Bucky’s body until he relaxed.

“You want to use the slave?” Bucky asked. “Been a long day for you, you could use some stress relief.”

Steve grinned and looked down the slave knelt on the floor staring at the couch. He was completely naked, as usual, save for a chastity belt and a jeweled collar with heart dangling from the metal hoop labelled “slave”. The belt was meant both to confine the slave’s cock and make his ass available for whenever Steve and/or Bucky wanted to use it.

The belt hadn’t come off in months. In fact, it was somewhat rare for the slave to ask to come these days. He was pliant and obedient and honestly, Steve loved having him. Steve and Bucky loved each other, but couldn’t submit to the other. Having the slave to fulfill their needs to dominate was the best thing that had happened for their relationship.

“Stand,” Steve ordered.

Thor rose to his feet and kept his eyes downcast. Steve walked into the dining room and Thor bent over the edge of the table. Steve took his belt off and folded it in half before he began to spank the slave’s gorgeous ass. The slave hissed in pain, which Steve ignored. He brought the belt down on the slave’s ass again and again, pausing only to reach down and adjust himself.

Slowly, Steve entered a sort of tunnel-vision, where the only thing that existed was him and his slave. He grinned as the slave’s ass and thighs turned bright red and the sweet sounds of pained gasps reached his ears. They kept him there in the room. Thoughts and stress from the day trickled out until the only thing left was the pain he was inflicting on his toy.

He lost track of time in the steady, relentless rhythm he kept. At some point, Steve let the belt drop to the floor. He took Thor’s ass in his hands and smirked as Thor groaned in pain. His ass was red as a cherry with welts rising on the heated skin. Steve ran his hands over them and squeezed and the slave whimpered in protest.

“You done, yet?” Bucky asked. Steve turned to look at him. Bucky was leaning confidently on the wall watching the proceedings. “Poor boy won’t have time to start on dinner if you keep this up.”

Steve chuckled before he reached between Thor’s legs and pulled the bright blue butt plug out. Thor whimpered, but said nothing.

“Should be done soon,” Steve said.

He checked Thor’s ass and sure enough, it was still wet with lube, enough that he could just slide in. He unzipped his pants and fished his cock out before he pushed in in one, smooth thrust. The slave moaned and whimpered as Steve set a rough, brutal pace. He slammed his cock home, hitting Thor’s prostate over and over again. He reached around and teased at the neglected cock straining against the metal cage.

“If you break the table, you’re buying the new one,” Bucky warned. Steve looked over and grinned.

“Funny, doll, because I wasn’t the one who broke the last one,” Steve said with a chuckle. He smacked the slave’s ass and he tightened around Steve’s cock. “Besides, we got a perfectly good table right here.”

“Sounds good to me,” Bucky said. He walked up to and kissed Steve lightly, like they were doing nothing more than washing dishes or something else that normal people did. The slave did all those things for them. “Have fun.”

Steve paused long enough to kiss him back. As soon as he was done, he snapped his hips back into Thor’s tight heat. Bucky went to the fridge and got a beer out. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched. Steve smirked as Bucky reached down to touch himself and started going faster, harder to make the show better for his partner.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky said.

“Yeah?” Steve asked.

“Could you make him come?” Bucky asked. He came around and reached down to card his fingers through Thor’s long hair. It was plastered to his face with sweat and his eyes were dark and just a bit foggy, like he was floating. “I want to see him come.”

Steve hummed in false consideration. “How long’s it been?” he asked. “A couple months?”

Bucky nodded. “His birthday,” he said. “We made him come until he couldn’t anymore, then he came again.”

“How many times was that?” Steve asked. That day was one he thought about often. They’d spent the whole day toying with him, teasing and driving him towards orgasm over and over again until Thor cried from the pain of it.

“He came 10 times during the day,” Bucky replied. “And twice again that night. That was three months ago.”

“And he hasn’t come since,” Steve said. He squeezed the slave’s ass and Thor whimpered beneath him and shook his head. “Or if he has, he was a bad boy who didn’t tell us so we could punish him.”

“Well? Have you been good for us?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, Master,” Thor replied with a frantic nod. “I haven’t come, I’ve been good.”

“Hmm, well then, I suppose we can let him come,” Steve replied.

He paused and fished the key out of his suit pocket and pulled out. He rolled the slave over and unlocked the cage, pulling the straps off and letting setting them aside. Thor’s cock immediately grew to its impressive length. Steve wrapped a hand around the base as he sheathed himself in the slave’s ass again. He jerked the slave in the same rhythm as he thrust his hips, fast and hard. The slave moaned loudly with pleasure.

“Look at him,” Steve said. “Been so long he’s desperate to come.”

“He’s pretty like this,” Bucky replied. He slowly wrapped his hand lightly around the slave’s throat. “Maybe we should be nice and let him come more often. Would you like that, slave?”

Steve could see the Cheshire cat grin on Bucky’s face. Bucky liked to dangle pleasure in front of the slave’s face, tease him with the possibility of giving him what he wanted.

“Yes, Master,” Thor moaned. “Please, I’ll be good.”

Bucky hummed. “I do enjoy seeing you come,” he said. He reached down to tease at Thor’s nipples. “But then, you do look so pretty when you’re locked up. And you’re so good at begging. Maybe we should just lock you up again.”

Thor kept his mouth shut. A defiant light burned in his eyes. Steve loved that look, loved knowing that there was still some wild part of their slave for them to tame, to bring under their heel. Orgasm was one of those things that lit that fire in him, a constant need to be reminded that he was owned.

“Watch it, slave,” Steve growled. He paused in his strokes and squeezed the base of Thor’s cock as he slammed into his ass. “It’s not too late to deny you. You come when we say you can.”

“Yes, Master,” Thor groaned. The light was undimmed. Bucky’s hand tightened a bit and the slave drew in a ragged breath.

“I changed my mind,” Bucky announced. “Let him come when he’s earned it. How does Indian sound?”

“Sounds great, doll,” Steve said. “Goat pasanda for me, please.”

Bucky kissed him as he walked past. “You got it,” he said. “What do we get for the slave?”

“Just get him some rice,” Steve said. “He can have other stuff when he decides he’s ready to behave.”

Thor groaned but Steve ignored him as he removed his hand and snapped his hips forward. He was getting close to his climax, so close. He fucked harder into the slave’s ass until he was on the verge of his orgasm. He pulled out.

“Kneel,” he said. Thor got off the table and knelt on the floor in front of him. Steve jerked his cock quickly and grunted as he came over Thor’s face. When he was done and his cock was soft, he zipped himself up and straightened his tie. He stayed long enough for the slave’s cock to soften and put it back in his cage. “Do you need anything?”

The slave shook his head. “Thank you, Master.”

“Good,” Steve said. He walked over to one of the locked drawers where they kept sweets for the slave and unlocked it. He took out a dark chocolate bar with caramel and handed it to the slave. Much as the slave said he was fine, it wouldn’t do for him to drop. “Eat it. When you’re done, Clean this up. Make yourself presentable for the delivery person.”

He walked out before the slave could respond.

The slave dressed himself quickly and efficiently after he finished cleaning up the mess Masters left in the dining room. It was almost strange to be in actual clothing. Masters preferred that he be naked, as they hated having to undress him whenever they felt in the mood to use him. The slave would be lying if he said he didn’t love it, even the chastity belt that fit discreetly beneath his jeans.

The only time he wore clothes were when they had guests or were expecting deliveries. Thankfully, Masters were good about letting him know ahead of time when they were expecting deliveries to come during the day while they were gone.

Service and pleasure, that was his life. It was amazing, even on nights like tonight when they used him, teased him, then left him aching with want. A knock sounded at the door and the slave remembered their rule: be friendly and courteous to all visitors. He grabbed the wallet and opened the door with a smile. A young, pimply teenager with dark brown skin stood waiting with a large bag of food. They all had had large appetites.

“I have goat pasanda, butter chicken, vegetable samosas, potato bonda, and extra rice,” he recited in a light Indian accent.

“Yes, thank you so much,” Thor said. “How much do I owe you?”

The delivery boy recited the cost and Thor took out one of Masters’ cards and paid with the mobile card scanner people had these days. He smiled politely again as the boy left and went back inside to deliver the food. Masters were sitting in the living room watching Sherlock Holmes.

“You give him a good tip, slave?” Master Steve asked.

“Yes, Master. 25%,” the slave replied.

Steve’s orgasm burst from him, unbidden andsudden like the walls of the dam crumbling before giving way. His moan turnedinto a whimper as his cock pulsed in Thor’s hand while Bucky thrust into his mouth.The thrusts slowed and Bucky slipped from his mouth. They looked at him withmischief and fiendish delight in their eyes.

“He came,” Thor said. His deep voice was lowand gravelly and dripping with hunger. “He came before we said he could, love.”

“Yeah he did,” Bucky replied. He cupped Steve’schin in his metal hand hard enough to smart. “Guess we’re about to have somereal fun, now.”

Steve almost whimpered, even though his spentcock twitched in interest.He was pulled to his feet and led to a bench on the edge of the room. “Bench” was actually a generous term for it, as his lovers locked his ankles and hands in a contraption above him. It rendered Steve immobile and exposed his ass for pleasure or punishment as they saw fit. 

Steve caught a glimpse of Thor emerging from their closet with a paddle. Bucky took his place on the other side and began stroking Steve’s half hard cock lightly. Steve moaned softly at the feather light touch. Before he could get used to it, He felt a sudden, sharp smack to his exposed ass. A wooden paddle had stricken him. Steve howled in pain as Thor didn’t hold back. 

“Shit!” he shouted. 

“Language,” Bucky chuckled. “Already being so naughty.”

Thor hummed low in his throat. “I am looking forward to this,” he purred. A second later, another strike lit up Steve’s ass and he gritted his teeth, determined not to shout. 

What followed was a strange, amazing, terrible juxtaposition of sensations. Thor went to town on Steve’s ass while Bucky’s grip never tightened around Steve’s cock. Through it all, Steve couldn’t move. He jerked against his restraints when he was spanked, but they didn’t budge at all. 

The first time he neared an orgasm, his moans began to get more frantic. Bucky took his hand off Steve’s cock and Thor stopped spanking him. They stood there and watched as Steve’s cock softened to a half-hard state. It was equally humiliating and arousing. When he was more soft than hard, Thor and Bucky switched places. Bucky grabbed a belt and Thor took his cock in hand with a much tighter grip than Bucky. The sharp, stinging pain of Bucky’s belt bloomed on Steve’s ass and he groaned with pain. 

“Fuck!” Steve grunted. 

“Quiet,” Thor growled. His grip tightened. “Let us have our fun or you will be gagged.” 

Steve swallowed as the belt cracked against his ass again. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. 

“You’re sorry,” Thor echoed. He smiled, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “You will be.”

It went on for hours, thanks to a combination of Steve’s natural durability and his healing factor that allowed him to take more pain than most others. Every time he got close to orgasm, to the very edge, they would stop and switch places. They drove him to the brink over and over again. Steve began to howl as the pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure of being driven towards orgasm, only to be stopped. 

“Please,” he whimpered. 

“Please, what?” Thor asked from behind him. He had his paddle in hand. 

“Need to c-come,” Steve moaned. Tears streamed down his face from the pain and the effort to keep from coming. 

“You do?” Bucky asked. He released Steve’s cock and stood up. “Hear that, Thor? He needs to come.” 

“I am sure he does,” Thor said with a grin. Steve heard the paddle drop to the floor. Steve flinched as he felt Thor’s hand on his ass, going up to his thighs. “Do you think he has learned his lesson, yet?” 

“Almost. Maybe,” Bucky said. He grinned down at Steve’s with a wolfish expression on his face. “Think maybe we can have a little more fun before he really gets it.” 

Steve swallowed. Bucky’s cock dangled long and hard in front of him. 

“Please,” Steve repeated. “N-Need to come.” 

“Oh, you’ll come, baby,” Bucky said lowly. “Eventually.” 

Thor grabbed a bottle of lube. Bucky lined his cock up over Steve’s face and began to stroke his cock. His grip was tight and his strokes were fast, chasing his orgasm. Thor lubed up his cock and pressed it between Steve’s thighs and thrust between them against his taint. Steve arched his back against the bench. Steve moaned at the feeling. Thor reached around and took Steve’s cock in his hand tightly. 

His lovers used him. At some point, Bucky knelt and thrust his cock into Steve’s mouth. Steve moaned around him and squeezed his legs around Thor’s cock. He was so hard it hurt. His body burned with desire, swirling around inside him, fighting, begging for release. 

He moaned desperately around Bucky’s cock and Bucky groaned. Steve felt Bucky’s cock pulse before he grunted and shot his load down Steve’s throat. Steve swallowed it obediently and gasped when his soft cock slipped out of Steve’s mouth. 

Thor’s hips smacked against Steve’s, adding a dull ache to his burning ass. He grunted and groaned as he came, come shooting out onto Steve’s chest. Bucky and Thor gasped for breath as they came down from their orgasms. Steve was close, too, so close it hurt. The pleasure died long ago and now the only thing he could do was beg for release. 

“Please, please, God, I’m sorry I came without permission,” Steve moaned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“You’re really sorry, love?” Thor asked. He and Bucky glanced at each other and Thor let go. “Come.” 

Steve came with a broken sob. It burst from his body. He cried as his wrecked body convulsed as he came. There was no pleasure, just a vague sense of relief amidst the pain. His come shot up and landed on his chest, his neck, and his chin in a seemingly unending stream until he finally finished. He slumped against the bench beneath him as best he could with his feet and hands bound above him. 

Someone released him from the bonds while someone else took a warm rag and cleaned the come from his body. Strong arms carried him from the bench to the bed and laid him down before climbing in with him. It was Thor and Steve rested his head against his chest as Bucky climbed in on the other side. 

“Did we hurt you, doll?” Bucky asked. Steve just hummed. 

“Thanks,” he said. “It was great.” 

“Perhaps you should come without permission more often,” Thor suggested with a wry chuckle. 

“Maybe,” Steve agreed with a laugh. “Thanks again. I love you. Both of you.” 

“Sap,” Bucky said with a smirk. He leaned up and kissed Steve gently. “Love you, too, punk.” 

“And I you,” Thor said. “Rest now.”