“C’mon…” John grumbled, “Pick up.”
His phone just kept ringing, like it was mocking him.
Finally the phone connected. John grinned. “Olivia-“
“We’re sorry.” The voice on the other end was the same automated computer voice John had heard before. “The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. If you believe you’ve received this message in error-“
John punched the elevator in his frustration. His knuckles sunk into the metal, leaving clear divots behind.
John sighed. Great. Just one more thing he’d ruined.
Everything was supposed to be easier now. Becoming Captain America was supposed to have been John’s big break, a reward for honest hard work. But it had all come off the rails. Lamar dying, taking the serum, killing that terrorist on live TV… and the hits had just kept coming. Dishonorably discharged. Stripped of everything he’s ever cared about. John had spiraled, and in the end, Olivia had taken their kid and left John too.
John had clawed his way back. Working with Val. Taking on that stupid US Agent name she’d suggested. John hadn’t been happy, but at least he’d been making a living. Surviving day to day, and getting to work out his feelings by punching people and things that deserved it. After everything else in his life had imploded it shouldn’t have surprised him when Val double crossed him too.
But John, the whole team, they were legit now. Meeting the others in that vault, chasing down, and saving Bob… Val had made them the New Avengers to save her own skin, but John was a hero again. He had the second chance he’d worked so hard for. So why hadn’t anyone else gotten the message?
Olivia still dodged his calls, changing her number just as fast as John got it. And huge chunks of the public still treated John and his new what- teammates? Friends? They treated them like they were just a cheap knock off of the real Avengers. The B-vengers as one news outlet had put it. Like Pepsi when you wanted Coke.
They’d been at this for months now. They had sponsorships. They had saved people. They were on freaking Wheaties boxes as Alexi was so proud of pointing out. Why did it feel like John was still in the hole?
“There he is!” Yelena grinned at John as he stepped off the elevator. She was sprawled horizontally across one of the chairs, looking pleased with herself.
Everyone else was there too. Ava and Bob were on the far side of the room, Bob in his usual armchair, and Ava perched on the steps. Bucky and Alexi were huddled up behind the bar
“What’s going on?” John frowned. “Did I miss an email or something?”
“S’little birdie told me-“ Yelena stood up and John caught a glimpse of red, white and blue paper on the chair, “by which I mean Val, course since she has to do whatever we say now- it’s your birthday!”
John blinked. Was it? He’d lost track of the days. Huh.
“You should have told us!” Yelena smacked John in the arm, then pulled him into a hug.
“Yes John.” Ava smirked. “One would almost think you were trying to hide it from us.”
“No!” Alexi shouted. He stumbled out from behind the bar, his gold tooth smile stretched from ear to ear. “We are the New Avengers! We must do party together!”
John looked down, Alexi was holding a platter with a cake so misshapen it was in danger of sliding off. Half of it looked like it had caved in burying some of the letters in what looked like a grotesque attempt at making John’s face out of frosting.
“Uhh-“ John balked. “You shouldn’t have…”
“Relax.” Yelena laughed. “Bob helped make the cake. We’re pretty sure it’s edible. Alexi just got excited and frosted it too early.
“Didn’t have time to order one of the fancy official cakes-so we make instead.“Alexi boasted proudly. “Mostly. It uh- it could use little work…”
John couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had someone make a cake for him. Olivia hadn’t been a baker, and between his work overseas, everything that had happened… John cleared his throat. “No. It uh- it looks good.”
“Yes!” Alexi pumped his arms, nearly dropping the cake. “Bob! Help me get plates!”
The cake actually wasn’t bad, and between three super soldiers, whatever Bob was now, and the girls, the whole thing was polished off pretty quickly. John was getting ready to head back to his room when Alexi jumped up again.
“Presents!”
John shook his head as four mismashed and hastily wrapped gifts were thrust into his arms. Ava’s landed on top, and when John opened it he found a set of cheap playing cards with his face on them that looked like they had come straight from the gift shop Val had opened with New Avengers merch downstairs. “Thank you?”
Ava grinned slyly. “Hey you want something else, buy it for yourself.”
Alexi’s was next, and it was clear Ava hadn’t been alone in hitting up the gift shop. A Red Guardian cardboard cutout spilled out of the box, complete with Alexi’s bold signature.
“It’s new!” Alexi stood the cutout up, and copied the pose. “How cool right? Soon be collector’s item! Could be worth lot of money someday.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” John chuckled. “I’ll have to keep that in a safe place.”
Alexi nodded earnestly.
Bucky’s gift actually turned out to be a nice bottle of scotch, which Yelena and Ava both immediately objected to.
“What is that?” Yelana groaned. “We set limit!”
“Yeah.” Ava nodded to the bottle. “Showing off just because most of your money isn’t still frozen up in foreign accounts.”
Bucky just shrugged, but John thought he looked oddly pleased with himself. “Talk to Val about it.”
“Phh-“ Yelena huffed. “She needs to pay us more.”
John laughed. “Like any of you cheapskates would send more if she did.”
“Hey!” Alexi glowered. “I get you collector’s item!”
“And I don’t really have a job since I can’t do the whole Sentry thing.” Bob added. “And since you all nixed me getting another sign twirling gig.
“We all said we agreed on gag gifts.” Ava chimed in. “Well accept Alexi, but really his counts more than yours Bucky.”
“Good liquor can make you gag.”
“Buying drinks, it should be vodka anyways.” Yelena insisted. Alexi nodded. “Besides-“ Yelena grinned. “I get best gag gift.”
John opened up the final package. The box inside matched the red, white and blue paper. Stars and stripes ran across it, and big bold letters across the front proclaimed “America’s Cock!” It was a dildo. A Captain America dildo.
“See?” Yelena burst out laughing and grabbed the box. She pulled it out waving the star-spangled silicon around. “Gag right? They don’t have US Agent version yet, but see?” Yelena mimed giving a blow job and choking.
John stared down at the box. It boasted more details in the same over-the-top lettering. Over nine and a half inches long- modeled after the real Steve Rogers!
“There’s no way that’s real.” Ava snorted, watching Yelena. “You Americans are just so obsessed with making everything bigger.”
Bucky poured himself a drink. “Looks about right to me.”
John blinked. “What?”
“Wow.” Ava whistled. “I guess that serum really does work on everything then huh?”
“Of course!” Alexi roared happily. “You should see-“
“No, no-no.” Yelena shook her head. “I don’t need to hear whatever that is.” She tossed the dildo back at John. It landed in his lap with the box. Yelena shook her finger at Alexi. “Don’t-“
John didn’t hear what she said next. His ears seemed to be ringing, and he could feel his cheeks heating up. The weight of the dildo seemed to be pressing down on him, rooting him to his chair. Taunting him…
“You okay?”
“Huh?” John looked up to see Bob leaning over him. The lights in the main room had dimmed, and nobody else seemed to be around.
“Everyone else was heading off to bed but you just kept sitting here…” Bob frowned.
“Yeah.” John sniffed. Gathering up all the gifts in his arms and standing up a little too quickly. Bob grabbed his hand to steady him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Bob asked. “I was talking to you for a good minute there before you even noticed…”
“I’m fine Bob.” John brushed off Bob’s hand and shivered. Someone must have turned down the heat. Probably Alexi. The big Russian always insisted the Americans kept the tower too hot.
“Okay…” Bob’s voice echoed uncertainly behind John as he headed off to his room. “Whatever you say man…”
John navigated the dark hallway back towards his room. The impromptu party had been fun at first. But then- John shook his head. He shuffled around the gag gifts from his teammates and hit the control panel to his room. The door slid open, revealing his fairly spartan living space. John tossed the gifts down onto his table, the stupid dildo from Yelena bouncing to the top.
America’s Cock…
John’s face burned red. It couldn’t be accurate right? But then why had Bucky and Alexi not been surprised? Could it really be something with the serum like Ava said?
Truthfully, some part of John had always wondered about it too. If the serum made Captain America the perfect, super human specimen of a man, did that include everything? John would never admit it, but he’d considered, just for a minute, even with everything else happening, if when he took the serum his dick would grow too.
John still remembered that first time changing for football. He’d been riding high, just having made team captain of his junior high team. He’d been faster and could already lift more than almost anyone on the team. The other guys and his coach had all looked at him like he was something special.
Then they gotten back to the locker room. Despite all the jokes, and the pronouncement that anybody who looked was gay, John saw most of the team checking out what everyone else was packing in their jock. Sizing each other up. John wasn’t tiny, but at least two thirds of the guys were swinging around longer cocks than he was. Someone-John never remembered his name only his face- had smirked down at John. Like he knew a secret now.
“Guess you’re just human after all huh?”
Lamar had elbow checked the guy, and the team quickly moved onto something else.
But John remembered.
He kept hoping he would grow. John’s dad had said a lot of Walker men had a second growth spurt later. He’d shown John pictures of one of his uncles who’d shot up over a foot and a half after he finished high school. John had been too embarrassed to ask his dad if that might have applied to his dick too.
John did get a little bigger, but by the time he graduated from high school, John still lagged well behind most of his classmates. He topped out at about four and a half inches hard. John had never really gotten over the looks of surprise guys would give him when they saw him strip down for the first time. Like they expected him to be bigger. More than one of the men John had commanded over the years had made jokes about being bigger than him where it counted, but Olivia had always assured John his cock was perfect just the way it was.
“Wow…”
“Who-“ John jumped back.
Olivia was standing on the other side of his bed.
“How did you get in here?” John demanded. It shouldn’t be possible. There were all sorts of security protocols in place. “I’ve been trying to call you…”
“So, this is what I could have had huh?” Olivia reached out and picked up the dildo, running her hands along the shaft.
Something was wrong. John tried to focus, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dildo in Olivia’s hand. Her fingers were stretched wide. Olivia was able to wrap both her hands along the length…
“Now this is a real cock…” Olivia bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she looked at it. “Not like that little thing, huh John?”
“Wh-“ John blinked. He was naked from the waist down. When had he taken off the pants of his costume?
“Look…” Olivia held the dildo out, pressing it up against John’s flaccid cock. “It really isn’t much of a comparison, is it?”
“I’m not- John swallowed hard. His head was pounding. John closed his eyes. “You always said I was enough.”
“I lied John.” Olivia smiled wide, like she had the first time John asked her out. He used to think her smile lit up a room, but now he saw the twist to her lips. The glint in her eyes. She was mocking him… Olivia laughed. “What woman wants to admit her war hero husband can’t satisfy her in bed?”
She pushed the dildo into John’s hand. The fake cock felt hot, like it was starting to burn his fingers, but John couldn’t let go. Olivia wrapped her own hands around John’s soft cock, eclipsing it from view.
“The way you owned the school I’d always thought you’d be bigger.” Olivia sighed. “Stud jock and all… but this?” She squeezed John’s cock. Her fingers felt ice cold. “When I saw how small you were I’d hoped you’d at least know how to use it.”
“What are you talking about?” John growled. “You loved-“
“OH JOHN- John, right there-“ Olivia threw her head back moaning, and then broke off laughing. “Sound familiar? After my big bad army stud did the best he could with his little cock, I’d have to find a way to get myself off. Didn’t you ever wonder where I went when you passed out in bed?” Olivia nodded down to the Captain America dildo, still clutched tight in John’s hand. “I could have sure used one of those. It certainly would have gotten the job done…”
No that wasn’t right. John shook his head. Had that really happened? He couldn’t remember. Couldn’t think clearly…
“What an embarrassment.”
John’s eyes snapped open. Olivia had backed away, but another figure stood in front of him in full military dress. It wasn’t possible. Jack froze. “D-dad?”
“AT ATTENTION SOLDIER!” His father’s gruff voice barked. “Though I guess part of you already is…”
John snapped a salute, burning red with shame. Olivia playing with his dick had gotten him hard. Somehow John was still erect.
“What an embarrassment.” Mr. Walker shook his head. “A disgrace to the uniform…And that-“ His father nodded down to John’s cock, still rock hard and straining in the air. Every measly inch of it… “You’re telling me, that little baby dick, that’s my legacy? You’re not worthy of being called a Walker boy…”
All consuming humiliation flooded John. He couldn’t speak- couldn’t think. The dildo was still red hot in his hand. His skin felt like it was on fire.
“Maybe that’s why you can’t stand to pay attention to our son huh John?” Olivia had their boy in her arms now, and he was staring at John too. Judging him… “You just keep wondering when our baby boy is going to be bigger than you?
“No…” John forced his eyes closed, rage and shame bubbling up in him. “NO! This isn’t real…”
“Isn’t it?”
John would recognize that voice anywhere. He opened his eyes, amazed. Olivia and his father were gone. In their place stood the icon John had always aspired to be. Steve Rogers, in full Captain America regalia.
He was taller than John. The uniform hugged him like a second skin. Even Steve’s muscles seemed to have muscles. John couldn’t help looking- the bulge in Steve’s pants certainly implied the dildo John was still clutching in his hands was accurate.
“At ease soldier.”
“How…” John found himself complying, his body reacting on instinct before he’d even finished processing who he was speaking to. There was an ease and natural command to Cap’s voice that just made listening seem second nature. John swallowed hard. “I thought you went back in time or something…”
“Something like that.” Cap unclipped his helmet and set it down on John’s dresser. With his blonde hair and blue eyes, it was clearer to John than ever just who Val had been trying to emulate when she had Bob dye his hair. “Had to come back when I heard someone was disrespecting my legacy…”
“Look-“ John grumbled. “I worked things out with Sam okay. And that guy was a terrorist-“
“Sam got where he needed to be.” Steve stepped closer, glaring down at John. “Killing that man…” Steve smirked in a way John had never seen him do in all the Captain America news footage he’d seen. “We’ve both been in wars right? I might not like to be judge, jury and executioner but these things like that happen.”
John blinked. Bucky and Sam had been so pissed at him. Truthfully John had complicated feeling about it himself. Even through all the rage, and hurt at losing Lamar, deep down John had known it was wrong. So why-
“I’m talking,” Steve was right up in John’s face now, only inches apart. “About thinking that with that pathetic little cock you were ever worthy to step into my shoes.”
John couldn’t breath. Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, John’s lifelong hero, and this was what he had to say? Shame, humiliation and rage shut everything else out. It felt like John was breathing though a straw, air coming in sharp seething puffs. All thought seemed to slip out of his head. John reacted on pure instinct, the way he always had when his back was against the wall. Like a cornered animal, he lashed out.
The first punch hit Cap right in his perfect jawline. John finally managed to drop the dildo and just swung with all his strength.
Steve didn’t even flinch. It felt like John’s fist smashed into a cement wall. John swung again and again, his hands aching.
“I WAS A SOLDIER!” John shouted, fists raining down. “A HERO! I COULD HAVE BEEN JUST AS GOOD AS YOU!”
“No.” Steve’s hand snapped out, catching John’s hand faster than most people could blink, and holding it with ease. “You couldn’t.”
John tried to pull free. He swung with his other hand and Steve caught that too. John’s arms screamed as he strained to break free, but Steve held him effortlessly.
Steve’s knee snapped up, hitting John in the stomach. It knocked the wind right of him, and sent him careening back onto his bed. Steve was there before John could even think of getting up, one hand pressed down into John’s chest, pinning him there as Steve loomed over him.
“Get off me!” John wheezed, still catching his breath.
“No.” Steve glared down at him. “You think you’re a soldier? A hero? You’re just a scared little boy, too afraid to admit what he really wants.”
Arms bulging with strength, Steve grabbed ahold of John’s uniform and ripped it in half, revealing his chest abs, each muscle specially enhanced by the super soldier serum. But somehow it still looked less compared to Steve.
“What are you-“ John growled.
Steve pointed down, and John followed his gaze. The dildo had landed on the bed somehow. It was standing up perfectly between John’s legs, leaning back against his balls. The red, white, and blue phallus towered over John’s cock.
Somehow, despite everything, John was still hard.
John’s eyes widened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Don’t I?” Steve reached out with his other hand, and grasped the dildo, pushing it back into John’s cock. “All those years- striving to be the perfect little jock, the perfect soldier, a superhero…” Steve smirked. “We both know what you were really compensating for don’t we?”
John squeezed his eyes shut. “No…”
“This little joke between your legs…” Steve chuckled, palming John’s cock. “All your life you’ve been trying to prove you were a real man. We both know what you really want. You just want to follow orders right John?” Steve started slowly jerking John’s cock.
John whimpered. Fucking whimpered. Like he was some weak lovesick puppy. His face burned red with shame. Real men didn’t make sounds like that…
“That’s right.” Steve dropped John’s cock and laughed. “You just want someone to tell you what to do don’t you John? All that time in locker rooms, on bases… how many times did you fantasize about someone just throwing you up against a wall and fucking you like the bitch you are? Your teammates? Your CO?”
“Not a bitch…” John grunted.
“We’ll see about that.” There was a wicked glint in Steve’s eyes. He grabbed John’s knees and pulled his legs apart, spreading him like a wishbone. Exposing John’s most private spot.
“NO!” John tried to struggle back, but Steve pushed, lifting John’s hips up and folding him over like a pretzel, using John’s own legs to hold him down on the bed. John lifted an arm to swing, but Steve smirked, and ducked down.
Steve pulled John’s ass cheeks further apart with a deft touch, fully exposing John’s hole. Steve smiled. “Now isn’t that a pretty pussy?”
Before John could make any move to stop him, Steve’s tongue slipped inside. John gasped as the completely foreign sensation washed over him. Nerve endings John had never even known he had lit up as Cap slowly worked him over.
John felt frozen, every muscle in his body turned to lead. This couldn’t be happening. John had never even thought about touching his own ass like this before and now… It should have been disgusting. It should have felt like the worst kind of violation. Like almost every other guy he’d grown up with, the thought of anything touching his ass like this had been something out of a horror story for John. A dark fear nobody wanted to think about. But as Cap’s tongue speared him open it was setting off small waves of pleasure, building up the deeper Cap went.
“F-Fuck…” John hung his head in disgrace as the feeling spread though his body. John’s cock was hard and leaking, the head rubbing up against his abs as Cap bent him in half.
“You like that, Walker?” Steve pulled back, whipping his mouth and sliding two slick fingers into John in place of his tongue. The fingers stretched and flexed, reaching even further inside of John. Cap was rubbing along the walls of his ass, stretching his hole and make John’s whole body shudder. “You’ve got a nice little pussy huh solder? That’s what it’s supposed to feel like when somebody knows how to use one.”
“Please-“ John moaned. He couldn’t help it. He hated every second, just as his body loved it. He couldn’t take it anymore. John didn’t even know what he was asking for now- for Cap to stop or to keep going?
“Oh, don’t worry.” Steve laughed. He pushed John’s hips flat onto the bed and slipped his fingers out of John’s hole. “Time to learn what a real cock feels like.”
John felt the flared head of Steve’s dick press up against his hole. His eyes went wide. Not this. He wasn’t a bitch. He was man, a soldier. He couldn’t get fucked. John trashed, trying to get loose, but Steve held him in place easily.
“Just relax now son.” Steve demanded. “You know you want this.”
John shivered. He was fucked. Oh god he was really going to be fucked…
“Don’t worry.” Steve grinned. “I’ll be gentle popping your cherry.”
He pushed forward, and John felt a cock enter him for the first time.
“FUCK!” John screamed. He couldn’t help it. Steve’s cock was so much thicker than even his fingers had been. “Oh god-“
“Feel that son?” Steve asked smugly. “That’s a real cock. That’s what you’ve always wanted right?”
John felt like he was being split in half. He could feel every ridge and vein in Steve’s cock as it forced its way deeper, sinking into previously virgin territory. It burned, like fire working its way up his insides. How did anyone like this? Whatever Steve had been doing before, stretching around the sheer size and girth of his cock was overwhelming John’s ass. There was no way this could feel good…
“AAAH!” John’s whole body lit up. His little cock jumped and burped out a huge glob of precum right onto his stomach. John had never felt anything like it before. It felt like when he would cum, only more intense- and radiating through every nerve inside him!
“Found your bitch button John.” Cap leaned over him, every muscle perfectly highlighted in his uniform. “Every guy like you has one. You want to be a top dog so badly, but deep inside you’ve got a little clit to match that worthless cock of yours.”
Cap slammed his hips into John, driving the rest of his cock into him, and nailing that same spot again. His prostate, John realized it must be. He clung to the word like a life raft. It wasn’t a clit. He didn’t really have a clit…
“Look at you.” Steve laughed, and John looked down in shame. John’s cock was harder than it had ever been, steadily leaking precum out onto John’s abs. “Deny it all you want Walker, but it’s pretty clear you like being fucked.”
“Shit-oh fuck…“ John struggled to think clearly as Steve drilled into him. Struggled to breath. It felt amazing. How could John really like being fucked?
“Admit it.” Steve slowed his thrusts, drawing his cock back agonizingly slow. “Admit you like being fucked. “You always wanted a big cock to swing around but you just have that pathetic little nub. But it’s okay John. You can take as many big cocks as you want.” Steve slammed into John’s clit again, “You just have to admit it…”
“No-no…” John groaned.
“No?” Steve’s eyes darkened. “You sure?” Steve stopped moving, leaving his massive cock lodged firmly up John’s ass.
John was in agony. His whole body was keyed up, stuck in the crescendo Cap had been hammering him along. John needed relief. He needed to cum. He had to. John reached down to grab his cock, not caring anymore what Steve would see or think.
Cap slapped John’s hand away before he could even touch his cock.
John sobbed in frustration, desperate. “Please!”
“Please?” Steve laughed darkly. “Does little Johnny need to cum? Does his little clit ache?”
“Need to cum…” John moaned. “Let me cum!”
“Jock pussies like you don’t get to jerk off.” Steve pulled his cock out of John in one swift motion, leaving John gaping wide.
“GAH!” John groaned. He’d never felt so empty before. Like Steve had carved a void inside him that could never be filled.
Steve grabbed John by the shoulders and tossed him down towards the end of the bed. John landed on his hands and knees, facing his dresser mirror. John hardly recognized himself. He looked wrecked. His whole body shone with sweat and his hair was mussed. His cock was red and flushed and pulsing desperately, just barely visible under John’s bulk. John might have tried to reach for it again, but Steve’s firm hands latched onto his hips, holding him in place. John looked like one of the whores he’d seen some of his squad mates sneak onto the base.
“Only way cunts cum is from being fucked.” Steve growled. He trailed the head of his cock along the cleft of John’s ass, circling his hole, but not pushing back in.
John shuddered. The heft of Cap’s cock was like the Sword of Damocles, hanging over John, all powerful and damning. “Please…”
“Is that what you are John?” Steve asked. “Are you a cunt? Your pretty hole is back here winking at me, just waiting to be fucked…You just have to say it.”
John swallowed what he thought must be the last of his pride, his whole body burning with shame. Precum leaked steadily down from his cock onto the sheets, forming a wet spot right under John.
“I’m a cunt.”
“What’s that?” Steve mocked. “I didn’t quite hear that. Speak up soldier.”
John squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t look at himself. Couldn’t see his reflection say those words again. “I’m a cunt.”
“Damn right you are.” John heard Steve laugh again, and then he was gone.
“You said I could cum!” John’s eyes snapped open wildly. He was past the point of caring. He’d beg and say whatever Cap wanted it the other man would finally finish what he’d started.
Cap was leaning back against the headboard he’d just been fucking John into, languidly stroking his cock with both of his massive hands. His dick looked even bigger now to John somehow, than it had before.
“Don’t worry.” Steve smiled wide, flashing his perfectly white teeth. “I said I’d fuck your pussy and I will. But I’m not doing all the work.”
“What?” John’s brain was fried. He just needed to cum. “What do you mean?”
Steve let go of his cock, letting it stand up to its full height all on its own. “You want to cum? Ride it.”
“I don’t-“ John couldn’t tear his eyes away from Steve’s cock. It was both terrifying and thrilling.
“Come fuck you pussy like a good soldier John.”
The raw authority in Cap’s voice broke through the fuck drunk haze John was in. Cap was right. John just needed to cum…
John moved down to Steve’s hips and sit, but Cap grabbed his waist again.
“No.” Steve’s voice could have cut steel. “Face the mirror.”
John turned back around, and groped blindly for Steve’s cock. His hand barely fit around it. John’s legs trembled.
“Don’t get weak kneed yet.” Steve’s voice seemed to be right in John’s ear. “Get it in your pussy first.”
John lined Steve’s cock up with his hole. The head was massive. Even having been stretched out by it before, it had to force its way into John. John watched himself in the mirror as the first inch of Steve’s cock slid back inside him.
“Oh god-“ John’s whole body was flushed. He hated doing this but now that Steve had put it in his head he couldn’t look away. With the super soldier serum John’s body was virtually perfect. All except for his cock. It was rock hard, sticking straight up as John lowered himself down onto Steve’s. Like John’s cock loved getting to see what it should have been…
“Don’t have all day.” Steve grabbed John’s hips and jerked him down, burying his entire cock inside of John again in one giant thrust.
“FUCK!” John screamed. It burned, but John could feel every inch of Steve’s cock. Every vein and ridge as it plowed into him, slamming into that bundle of nerves inside him again that was unlike anything else he’d ever felt. “Oh god-“
Before he even knew he was doing it, John started to slowly rise and fall on Steve’s cock, driving it back into his clit.
“That’s it, John.” Steve whispered. “Fuck that clit. Feel what a real cock is like.”
John’s speed up. His quads burned as he fucked himself harder and harder. John’s own cock swung eagerly, slapping into his stomach as he rode.
“Wow John. I think you’ve found your true calling.” Olivia was there again, looking down at John. Watching him fuck himself on a superior man’s cock with wild abandon. His own stubby cock flung beads of preum everywhere, bouncing around worthlessly.
“Olivia-“ John’s whole body burned red with shame, but he couldn’t stop. He kept riding Cap’s cock for all he was worth, drunk on the pleasure.
“Look at you,” Olivia nodded down to Cap’s cock pitoning in and out of John’s hole. “Taking more cock than I ever got. You’ve got more cock inside you now than I ever had.”
“Pathetic.” John’s father’s voice was dripping with scorn. “No son of mine takes cock.” He spat down at John, the saliva running down John’s chest and mixing with his precum. “Should just toss you naked in the barracks of real soldiers overseas. Make you the base whore. Seems the only role you’d actually be worthy to serve your country in.”
John’s eyes watered, but he couldn’t stop. He was so close. Cap’s cock was reaching places in John he didn’t even know he had, smashing into his clit every time.
“Damn man.” Lamar shook his head grinning down at John. “If I’d know you were this desperate for dick I could have been fucking you since high school. All through basic, and those overseas deployments… who knew the whole time I had grade A American pussy right next to me huh? You could have been so popular…”
“Look!” Yelena’s laugh was infectious. She turned to the rest of the team behind her and pointed. “Tiny dick! I told you. He’s flapping around his tiny dick!”
Ava, Alexi, Bucky…they all watched with Yelena as John fucked himself. Even Bob. Laughing as John reduced himself to some kind of desperate animal, only needing to be fucked and bred.
“That’s right.” Steve taunted. “Show them who you really are. Nothing more than a pussy boy slut with a useless cock.”
John whimpered, as Steve’s cock smashed dead center into his clit, making his whole body tremble.
“Say it.” Steve demanded his voice distorting for just a second. “Admit what you really are!”
“I’M A SLUT!” John cried. Steve pounded up into John full force, meeting John’s own momentum. Fireworks erupted through John. John screamed. His cock erupted, firing out load after load of cum. Everyone watched, his friends, allies, family, as his tiny dick fired off more cum than John had ever produced in his life. They laughed and pointed, mocking John, and John just came harder. He’d never felt anything like it before.
“This is my little cunt now, isn’t it John?” Steve shouted. “You’re not special. Not a hero. You’re just Captain American’s hole.”
John could feel Steve’s cock flooding his ass. Breeding him. Pumping John so full it felt like he was going to burst. John’s own cock was firing blanks now, just twitching uselessly as Steve kept cumming.
“Maybe you’ll be the one knocked up after this huh John?” Olivia laughed. “Fucked full of cum by a real man…”
Steve kept slamming into John, drawing out John’s orgasm. It was different by orders of magnitude from anything John had felt before. Far beyond any orgasm his worthless dick had ever given him…
“I own your pussy now soldier.” Steve growled. “You get to worship a real cock. Just like you always wanted.”
John collapsed back onto the bed, boneless. What felt like gallons of Cap’s cum was slowly leaking out of his wrecked hole. John’s chest was sprayed with his own impotent loads. Exhaustion and darkness seemed to overtake John, as body finally gave out and slipped off into unconsciousness…
He came too, some time later. Stiff, sore, and sticky. John’s whole body ached, like it would after a great workout. Something he didn’t normally feel anymore. The cooling silicon of the Captain American dildo was still lodged firmly up John’s ass.
John blinked, dumbfounded.
“Uh…hi.” Bob peaked around the doorway nervously, taking in John’s state of undress. John saw Bob’s eyes land on his deflated cock, and hover there for just a moment. John’s face heated up, his exhausted cock twitching once.
“Sorry.” Bob winced. “I uh- thought I felt something you know… voidy. But then I got here, and you were busy…”
John blinked, slowly coming back to himself. The party. The embarrassing dildo. His secret shame. He touched Bob without thinking about it-
“BOB!”
“Right- yep sorry!” Bob ducked his head back out of the room. “Just wanted to check you were okay. I’ll uh- see you later!”
He stumbled out of the room, leaving John alone with his thoughts. Again.
John reached down between his legs, and pulled the enormous dildo out of his abused hole, wincing as the last few inches finally cleared his ass. John blinked, staring down at the same mocking words again, blazoned across the dildo’s base.
America’s Cock!
