Chapter ten
“Hurry up!” Steve snapped, walking down the stairs. Once Bucky had caught up, he grabbed his wrist and pulled the two toned brunette towards the cellar door, they stood outside for a few moments. Steve unlocked the door with a huge rusty iron key that was hidden in his pocket. Bucky watched him slide it in to the keyhole, and that’s when he noticed blood specks on the handle.
“Princess’s first.” Steve opened the door for Bucky. His voice still hadn’t changed, he wasn’t sure what to expect now. He had countless opportunities to kill him upstairs but why didn’t he…
Now he was taking him to the cellar, was this some kinda sick revenge? Who’s blood was it? Then it clicked, everything fell into place. Walker.
“No Steve, I-” He was cut off by his hand roughly shoving him through the doorway. Steve followed him through, shutting the door immediately. Steve locked the door behind them, he grasped his wrist tightly and led him down the stairs, the lighting was dim and he could barely make out the floor in front of him. When they reached the bottom, Bucky cast his eyes over to the corner of the room, there slumped on the floor was a figure. Steve pulled him towards it, Bucky gasped when his bare feet stepped into a warm, wet, red puddle on the concrete floor. The thick liquid clung to the balls of his feet and every step he took afterwards the blood imprinted.
Nomad switched on the overhead light, blinding Bucky for the second time that night. After his eyes had adjusted, he saw Walker lying in the corner, slumped on his side, facing away from them. A line of blood came from his body to the puddle of blood that he had stepped in, His stomach instantly twisted, vomit rose to the top of his throat, before he had the time to swallow, it rushed out of his mouth.
Steve stepped away from him and watched Bucky puke his guts out, He was pleased this revolted him, it's the least he deserved.
“I thought you were made of sterner stuff, Bucks?”
Steve dragged a wooden chair from across the room and set it beside Bucky, he grabbed his shoulders shoving him down on the seat, Steve walked around him a couple times, he didn’t say anything he just watched him, brushing his fingers over his shoulders and neck each time he passed. Bucky tried his hardest not to cry, he had to be strong because if he appeared weak, Steve may just kill him.
After walking around him for the sixth time, he stopped in front of him, Steve leant down and placed the pistol he was holding into his hand, he curled Bucky’s flesh fingers around the handle and let it sit in his lap.
“I wanted to do this myself, but since you’re so eager to express your apparent love for me, I thought, What better way to show your affections if you kill the man who wants to steal yours.” Steve walked away from him and towards Walker.
“Ya hear that Walky? Bucky’s come to join the party!” He cheers.
Steve’s whole attitude had changed, his body language, everything. When he was alone with Bucky in his office, he was angry for sure, but he was hurt. He didn’t crack any jokes or make light of the situation. Now he was different, he had changed back into his normal, joking psychopathic self. Acting as though it was only his pride that was damaged. Steve grabbed Walker roughly by the collar and dragged him upright, slamming his back against the wall. Walker let out a low moan of pain, he couldn’t even keep his head up right, Servers that creep right, After Steve had given him a light beating in his office, Steve got his other henchmen to drag his body down to the cellar, ordering them to each deliver a beating, if they refused…They got shot. Nomad’s men were more than happy to oblige, Pierce’s former men were a little more reluctant, they were a lot more attached than Steve’s men.
Not only did Walker get a fresh round of beatings, it also served a fresh reminder to his men, if you mess with the Nomad’s shit, regardless of whether you’re a trusted employee or not, you suffer the consequences. Bucky screamed as soon as he saw Walker, his face was bloody and swollen, his jaw hung low it appeared to be dislocated, or he physically didn’t have the strength to hold it up anymore. His clothes were torn and blood soaked.
“B-” Walker coughed, blood spilling out from his mouth, “Buck..y?”
He dared not speak, not without Steve’s permission. He didn’t feel at all guilty, just disturbed at the sight of the man’s busted body. Bucky was relieved that it was Walker on the floor and not him.
When Bucky looked closer he could see seven red stickers marked across his torso in the pattern of a smile. He specifically placed the last sticker over his heart, Bucky glanced down at the gun in his hand, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was expected of him. “Walker why don’t you tell our dearest Bucky what you told me” Steve walks over and grabs Walker’s jaw harshly making him cry out in pain, the blond held Walker’s face towards the brunette’s. “Confess your sins.”
Walker continued to cry, trying to form words in his mouth. “Do you need a little persuasion?” Steve asked leaning down to whisper in his ear, Bucky couldn’t hear what he was saying but whatever it was made Walker’s eyes fix onto Bucky’s and cry harder, Steve was threatening Bucky’s life although, he was fairly confident he wouldn’t follow through with it, Walker didn’t know that.
‘’Confess” Steve barks. Walker took a shuddering breath “I’m in love with you”
Bucky stared at him blank expression, we’re bored. “Did you hear that Bucks? He’s in love with me!” Steve laughed mocking the beaten man, “I'm flattered Walker truly, but I have no time for love I’m afraid” He said the last words bringing his attention back to Bucky. “Oh but you don’t mean me, did you? No, you meant Bucky, my Bucky” He snapped. “I bet you were waiting in the side lines for months, waiting for me to slip up, waiting for Bucky to stray. The moment came when Bucky felt Vulnerable and you,” He pointed “You took advantage”
“Bucky you’re awfully quiet? Do you have anything to say to our dear friend?”
Bucky cleared his throat, one wrong word and he was in for it. “I don’t love you Walker, frankly I despise you and if Daddy wouldn’t have beat my ass for it, I’d have killed you months ago. I don’t love you, never have, never will. My heart belongs to the crime King of Brooklyn, The Nomad, Steve Rogers”
Bucky could tell that Steve was pleased with his reply, “Oh Bucky that was cold,” he laughs “That must hurt Walker”
Steve walked away from the sniveling body moving towards Bucky, he walked behind him and rested his hands on his shoulders, Bucky didn’t move a muscle. Steve’s lips brushed Bucky’s ear, “Do you remember what happened the last time a man apart from me tried to love you?” Bucky’s heart thudded in his chest ‘the last time a man apart from me tried to love you’ Was that a confession? Or was he toying with his emotions?
“I remember”
“You killed him, it was your first real kill. Seeing you end another man’s life made me trust you, Bucky. I want to trust you again”
Bucky nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat, his right hand tightened around the base of the colt pistol. “Now Bucks, you see those red stickers? I want you to aim for them, seven stickers, seven bullets. If you miss, you’ll join him. Am I clear?
The brunette nodded, grasping the gun tighter. “I didn’t hear you.” Steve growled. “Yes Sir” Bucky stood from his chair raising the weapon towards Walker, his eyes grew wide trying to beg for mercy, but the words wouldn’t slip from his mouth. Bucky knew the red sticker over his heart had to be the last shot, it went without saying.
“I told you I’d kill you” Bucky glares at the beaten man, If he fired quickly, it would be over as soon as possible and things could go back to normal, or as normal as a relationship with The Nomad could be. Or would it?
Bucky focused his aim on the highest right point of the smile, cocking the gun back. He couldn’t afford to miss. Steve stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at Bucky’s aim, his presence unnerved him, but of course Steve knew that he wasn’t about to make this easy for him. Steve knew Bucky’s a crack shot, this was child’s play for him, but not if Steve’s involved. Bucky inhaled a sharp breath holding it in his mouth, releasing it with the trigger. He didn’t focus on Walker, just the sticker. His finger pulled back until he felt resistance, the bullet flew from the chamber out of the barrel spinning, Bucky’s eyes never left the intended target, He watched it fly through the air and rip through Walker’s torso. Walker’s dry screams echoed off the concrete walls of the cellar, Bucky didn’t register the sound his ear drums were thumping, half with the sound of the shot, half with adrenaline.
He was snapped back to reality by the sound of Steve clapping his hands together sharply behind him, almost in rhythm with Walker’s cries of pain. Walker’s whole body lurched forward, his cries of pain intensified by air hitting exposed skin and tissue. Bucky stared blankly at him, shooting Walker felt better then he ever imagined it would feel, it wasn’t just because he got to pull the trigger again, that rush of power that came everytime he got to play like this, that rush ran through his serum enhanced veins like Venom, pumping around his body, increasing his heart rate. A sly smile crept onto his face, not a full smile just the corners of his mouth turning upwards. Steve saw his face, pupils dilated , face flushed and glowing like he’d just been fucked. Pure bloodlust radiating off his skin.
He leant into his ear, brushing his lips along his earlobe, “Naughty boy, Bucky. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
Truth was he was enjoying it, he had missed it. The feeling of excitement, strength, power and freedom. Lining up another shot he tried to ignore Steve’s lingering lips brushing against him, Bucky knew he wasn’t doing it out of affection, no it was to distract him, to make him miss his shot. Cocking the gun back for the second time he stepped forward away from Steve, trying to create distance, Steve’s hands grabbed his hips holding him still, flush against his chest so that the smaller man could feel every inch of him, taunting the brunette.
Bucky whimpered at his persistence, but nevertheless he aimed for the second shot, he unconsciously leaned back into Steve’s body to steady himself.
“N-no please” Walker pleaded, holding his body for protection, He didn’t have a clear shot with his arms in the damn way. “Move. Your. Arms.” Bucky growled, never looking at his face, his eyes never left his next target. Walker screwed his eyes shut in pain, dropping his arms, he was going to die anyway, better at the hand of Bucky than the hand of Steve.
Bucky fired quickly, not even a second had passed before he lined up the fourth shot. The sound of the fourth bullet being released drowned out the sound of Walker’s pathetic sobbing, blood pouring down his torso into his lap, his face growing paler and paler with each breath he took. Four marked shots and not one misfire, three more to go. He had already mentally navigated the barrel of the gun to his future targets, he was in the home stretch, he had to be quick. If Walker died before he administered the final shot, Bucky would take his place.
Hammer back and firing, he let off two shots one more to go and he’d be done, the smile complete. Walker didn’t cry anymore after that, Bucky knew he punctured a lung when he heard his wheezing breaths rack his body, making him pulse against the wall.
“Finish it” Steve muttered behind him, his nails biting into Bucky’s hips, he hadn’t moved this whole time, he was enjoying the show. Aiming again, he let go of the final shot, the seventh mark ripped apart graphically by the final bullet, sending his previously hunched body slumped straight up against the wall.
Steve laughed madly behind him making Bucky jump, Steve grabbed his shoulders harshly whipping him around to face him. “S-Stevie?”
“Shh” He stepped closer, his right hand wandering down to his, taking the gun from him. “What’re ya doin’?” Bucky asked with caution, was he just going to kill him now and toss him out with Walker? Steve ignored him focusing his eyes on a bleeding out Walker catching his attention, Steve had the perfect send off for him. Bucky stood frozen waiting for the inevitable. He closed his eyes bracing for the shot, they snapped open when he felt lips on his. Steve kissed him hotly, looking directly into Walker’s eyes. Bucky reciprocated eagerly moaning into the kiss, Of course he did, and what made it even more perfect, Steve smiled into the kiss when he saw Walker’s heart shatter into a million pieces.
It dawned on Bucky what Steve was doing, but strangely it didn’t bother him, not in the slightest. He was happy to feel Steve’s lips on his again. Steve pulled away from Bucky withdrawing his tongue, pushing Bucky out of the way strolling over to the half dead corpse on the floor. Walker was a mess, blood pouring out of his shredded skin, he was clammy and pale. “Fuck you!” Walker spits, “No thanks, Bucky already has, more times than I can count” Steve chuckles, “I bet you wish you knew what it felt like, to touch him, pleasure him, make him scream his pretty little head off when he’s underneath ya. To be inside him” Steve smirks leaning in more “You’ll die never knowing”
Steve grabbed his chin and pulled his eyes to him. “Dying’s too good for you Ol’boy, but to be quite honest, I’m sick of seein’ your pathetic ass' ' He spat. Walker did nothing but whimper in pain, his eyes searched for Bucky, smiling when he spotted him. Steve growled “Don’t you ever learn!” he kicks him hard in the dick, “Bet you wish you’d be alive long enough to hear the little whimper he makes when he's about to come on My cock. The whines of ‘Daddy’ and the little whines and cheeky comments he makes when he over My knee for being a brat.The way he looks choking on My cock, let me tell ya he’s gorgeous with tears and drool running down his face. Because that’s what he is, Walker, My toy. My brat. My sub. Mine to do whatever I please with, whenever I want. Mine” Steve growls pressing the barrel of the gun into Walker’s forehead, the man just glares in pain.
“Buh-bye” Steve presses his finger down on the trigger, sending a bullet through his skull body thudding on the floor. Steve stood upright looking down at his ex-employees body, the smile on his chest was flawless, Bucky’s shooting was flawless.
Steve looked to see Bucky smiling at him, he missed that, the smile he got when he saw him claim a life. He put his gun back in his holster walking towards him, taking his flesh hand in his their eyes meeting, “I knew you wouldn’t miss” Steve told him, Bucky’s eyes were swimming with fire, his bare feet covered in blood, his neck decorated with deep purple bruises that his serum would clear up in a few days. Steve still hadn’t forgiven him, but the problem had been disposed of, Walker learnt his lesson, just as Castle did all those months ago.
“Go take a shower, you look like shit” He told him spitefully, just to remind him he wasn’t off the hook, not entirely. Bucky nodded as he slowly moved away from him and descended up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he looked down behind him, his blood stained foot prints trailing behind him, he turned back around to the door hearing Steve call after him. “Wait!” He shouted running up the stairs, Bucky stopped turning to meet him. He looked down at the brunette muttering something under his breath. Steve picked Bucky up off his feet, he didn’t know what to do, so he gently wrapped his arms and legs around the blond laying his head on his shoulder.
Steve ignored Bucky’s nuzzling, opening the door and kicking it closed behind him. He carried Bucky through the mansion, up the stairs to their bedroom. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, I just don’t want that fuckers blood on my floors”
Steve carried him into the en-suite setting him down in the shower, still wearing his dress, Steve ordered him to raise his arms stripping him out of his dress tossing it on the floor, He damn near ripped Bucky’s panties off his body turning on the hot water, pushing Bucky under it closing the shower door leaving the bathroom. “Thank you” He called after him, Steve growled, murmuring some half sentences under his breath. To Bucky’s surprise he didn’t slam the door, he just left quietly.
Bucky smiles a little looking down at the diluted red stream going down the drain, reaching for his soap, he started scrubbing the blood and dirt from the cellar off his body. Bucky gently cleaned the blood out of his hair, his skull still tender from where it was bashed open. He let the warm water cascade over his body, still feeling his veins hum with adrenaline.
Bucky yelped, feeling arms wrap around his waist depositing him face down on the bed, semi wet towel falling loose around him on the bed. He felt the bed dip behind him, “Stevie what are y-” He was cut off by a thick black leather collar being pulled tight and secured around his throat. Bucky squirms around so he’s facing the older man, “Did I give you permission to speak?” Steve raises a brow, Bucky looks at him a little stupidly which is apparently the wrong answer because Steve pulls him up by the D-ring on the front of his collar shaking his head around like a dog.
“Gone dumb on me already?” Steve mocks, shaking him a little again, “That’s alright baby, you know why?” Bucky just blinks at him with blown out pupils “Because you’re just a dumb little puppy, a desperate, dumb little puppy that just begs for attention anywhere he can get it. Even going so far as to get it from a traitor.” Steve smirks down at his pouting puppy, “I guess that’s a little on me huh, pup? Turns out my puppy wasn’t as house broken as I had thought, that’s alright because now we can start your training, isn’t that right?” Steve shakes Bucky’s head, yes making him whine. “You know what happens to naughty puppies that stray from their owners, Buck?”
“N-no” Bucky whimpers, “They get their asses spanked and put to bed early so their Daddies can get work done without them interrupting whining like the little whores they are for attention”
Steve hauls Bucky up by the D-ring dragging him face down over his knee, Bucky’s bare wet ass on display for his daddy. Steve growls lowly smacking the underside of his ass with his right hand, his left secured Bucky’s mix matched hands behind his back. Steve quickly pulled his belt free from his pants, bending the leather in half, bringing it down hard on his puppy’s wet ass.
Bucky screams as the leather makes contact with his ass, the water adding a painful sting. “Daddy!” Bucky pulls at his secured hands doing nothing but tiring himself out. “Hush, this is the least you deserve, Puppy”
Steve brings the belt down all over Bucky’s ass and thighs, switching from rapid spanks in quick succession to sporadic slow hits that were impossible to expect. Each hit made Bucky yelp or scream or cry out for his Daddy. Bucky tried rubbing off against Steve’s thigh, it was hard enough with his cock trapped beneath him it earned him a particularly painful smack with the belt buckle. “None of that puppy, naughty puppies don’t get to rub off on their Daddy like desperate little bitches in heat”
Bucky whined going limp over Steve’s knee, it was only then that the scolding began. “If,” spank “You” Spank! “Ever” Spank! Spank! “And” Spank! “I” Spank! Spank! Spank! “Mean” Spank! “Ever” Smack! Spank! Smack! “Stray” Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! “Again” Spank! “I” Spank! Spank! Smack! “Will” Spank! “Neuter you” Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!. “Do I make myself clear, Puppy?” Steve growls teasing the belt over Bucky’s bruised and welted ass, Bucky nod frantically two toned hair shaking with his head. “I can’t hear you, Bucky”
Steve hauls the smaller man upright sitting him on his lap, Bucky cries yelping like an actual puppy when his ass makes contact with Steve’s pants. Steve holds him securely in place so doesn’t try escaping, Steve tilts his chin up so he can see Bucky’s tear and snot stained face, he looks fucking beautiful like this, plush spit slicked bitten lips. Red running snotty nose, Flushed tear stained cheeks and Big blue teary eyes. Not to mention paired with purple, red and blue bruised ass, he’s Steve’s regular wet dream.
“Yes Daddy, loud and clear,” He sniffles, bottom lip wobbling as he pouts “I’m sorry Daddy” he cries. “I know you are, puppy.” Steve presses a kiss to his lips, “Let's get you cleaned up”
Steve helps his puppy clean himself up but not before he takes a few dozen pictures of him down on his knees looking up at him and of his bruised ass while Bucky pouts. The collar stays around his neck along with Steve’s dog tags even while he puts him to an early bedtime, which Bucky protests about at first but quickly complies when he gets a sharp pinch to his ass.