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The air was silent in the Bludhaven luxury apartment under the violent-indigo skyline.
Dick lay face down across Bucky’s lap, his body pressed firmly against the other man’s thighs. His black hair spilled across the rough fabric of Bucky’s pants, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he fought to control his breathing. The position was humiliating, but there was no room for pride here. Not tonight. Not with Bucky’s hand resting heavily on his lower back, a silent promise of what was to come.
Bucky’s thighs were solid, unyielding, holding Dick in place. From where he lay, Dick could feel the bulge of Bucky’s arousal pressing against his side. Bucky’s rugged features were set in a stern expression, his blue eyes cold and calculating as he looked down at the man in his lap. His shoulder-length brown hair fell loosely around his face, framing the sharp angles of his jaw. He was a man accustomed to command, and tonight was no different.
“Relax,” Bucky murmured, his voice low and commanding. “It’ll hurt more if you tense up.”
Dick’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. Relax? How the fuck was he supposed to relax when Bucky’s hand was hovering over his ass like a storm cloud ready to break? He clenched his jaw, his breath coming in short, ragged heaves. The weight of Bucky’s gaze was almost as heavy as the hand that soon descended.
*Smack.*
The sound echoed through the room, sharp and unforgiving. Dick’s body jerked, a strangled cry caught in his throat. The sting radiated through his skin, a burning heat that spread across his ass. He grit his teeth, his fists clenching in the fabric of Bucky’s pants. The pain was immediate, along with something darker and more primal.
Bucky’s hand lingered on Dick’s skin, his touch firm but not cruel. “You’re doing good,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But we’re just getting started.”
Dick’s breath hitched as Bucky’s hand moved, tracing the curve of his ass before delivering another sharp slap. The sound mingled with the stifled groan that escaped Dick’s lips, a raw, unfiltered noise that filled the room. His body trembled, caught between the sting of the strike and the growing heat coiling low in his belly.
From his position, Dick could feel Bucky’s arousal pressing harder against his side. Bucky’s breathing had deepened, his chest rising and falling with a rhythm that matched Dick’s own. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire.
“You like that, don’t you?” Bucky growled, his hand resting on Dick’s ass, fingers splayed across the reddened skin. “You like being put in your place.”
Dick’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t deny it. He couldn’t. There was something about Bucky’s dominance, about being held down and punished, that sent a rush of heat through his veins. It was wrong, it was fucked up, but it was what he wanted. Needed.
*Smack.*
Another strike, harder this time. Dick’s body arched, a sharp cry torn from his lips. His breath came in gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. The pain was intense, but it was overshadowed by the pleasure that followed, a wave of heat crashing through him.
Bucky’s hand moved again, this time sliding down to grip Dick’s thigh, pulling it slightly apart. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.
Dick obeyed, his body trembling as he widened his stance. The position left him exposed, vulnerable, and he felt a flush of embarrassment heat his cheeks. But there was no escaping this, no pretending he wasn’t enjoying it.
Bucky’s fingers traced the curve of Dick’s thigh, moving closer to the spot where he was most sensitive. “You’re so fucking hard for me,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Can’t hide it, can you?”
Dick’s breath caught as Bucky’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the bulge in Dick’s pants. He was hard, painfully so, his cock throbbing with need. He wanted to deny it, to push Bucky away, but the words stuck in his throat.
*Smack.*
The strike landed on the underside of his ass, a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. Dick’s hips bucked involuntarily, a groan escaping his lips. His body was betraying him, responding to Bucky’s touch in ways he couldn’t control.
“That’s it,” Bucky murmured, his hand moving to grip Dick’s hip, holding him in place. “You’re mine tonight. All mine.”
The words sent a shiver down Dick’s spine. He knew what was going to happen now. He knew the shift those words caused in Bucky.
...The air in the barracks room crackled with a different kind of electricity now, a charged current of raw power emanating from Bucky. His dark blue eyes glinted with something dark that something that sparked a thrill within Dick – anticipation, yes, and a challenging edge that Dick met directly. The initial sting of the spanking felt like a welcome announcement, a starting gun for the real game to begin.
When Bucky slid Dick’s pants down further, the motion was less about practical exposure and more about a deliberate, thrilling display. He loved uncovering Dick's skin, like he was unveiling a territory laid bare for command. Dick felt the cool air kiss his bare backside, a sharp invitation rather than a bite, heightening the sensations already awakening there. Shame wasn't present, replaced by a focused intensity, a delicious thrill of being completely at Bucky's disposal.
"Open your eyes, soldier ," Bucky commanded, the word ‘soldier’ dripping with sardonic emphasis, a reminder of their rank, a delicious hierarchy willingly embraced in this confined space. It wasn’t a gentle request, and Dick didn’t want it to be. It was an order, and Dick’s heart quickened in response.
Dick’s eyelids felt heavy with building anticipation. He met Bucky's gaze directly as he opened his eyes. Bucky’s face loomed above him, etched with an expression that ignited a fire, not fear, within Dick. It wasn't just anger or lust; a master craftsman about to sculpt his work. Dick saw the tightening around Bucky's mouth, the set to his jaw, and recognized the pure, focused pleasure Bucky was taking in this moment. It mirrored his own.
*SMACK*
The sound was brutal, echoing off the bare walls, deliberate and impactful. Bucky was writing his signature on Dick's skin, a brand. A claim.
Dick's body arched responsively, a sharp cry escaping his lips, raw and fueled by exhilaration, not pain. He dug his fingers deeper into Bucky’s thighs to ground himself in the intensity, knuckles white.
Bucky’s hand lingered after the strike pressing down, grinding into the inflamed skin. Dick gasped, breath hitching, the added pressure an exquisite ache that amplified the sensation.
"Feel that, Dick?" Bucky’s voice was low, a rough purr that vibrated against Dick's back, almost a question, yet loaded with certainty. “That's yours . That's what you earn .” Dick registered the subtle shift from ‘obedience’ to a sense of earned mark, a prize claimed in this exchange. He relished the small tremor that ran through his body at the words, a potent acknowledgement of the delicious submission at play.
*SMACK*, *SMACK*
Two more strikes followed in quick succession, each one landing with precise variation, ensuring maximum impact and building a throbbing, intoxicating rhythm across his skin. Dick was panting now, shallow, ragged breaths tearing at his throat. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity, the overwhelming rush of adrenaline and sensation. He felt laid bare, present, and alive.
Bucky’s free hand came up, gripping Dick’s hair at the nape of his neck and tugging his head back and forcing him to meet his gaze. Bucky’s eyes burned with dark amusement, a disturbing glint of satisfaction that matched Dick’s own exhilaration.
“Look at me, Dick,” Bucky commanded again, his grip tightening, a forceful constraint. “Look at us . Look at what we’re doing.” He traced the angry red welts rising on Dick's skin, the touch firm and possessive, almost proprietary. "Such potent marks," he murmured, a low, appreciative sound that resonated with a thrill deep into Dick’s bones. "You take pain so well, Dick. Utterly… captivating."
*SMACK*
Another blow landed, heavier this time, angled to catch the curve of Dick’s hip. A sharp, guttural sound escaped Dick, yes, but it was laced with something more than pain, something closer to a frustrated pleasure, a desperate clawing closer to the edge. He might want to cry out, maybe feign a plea to stop, but the words caught in his throat.
Bucky shifted his weight, pressing down more firmly against Dick, the ridge of his arousal grinding insistently against Dick's side.
“You like this, don’t you?” Bucky’s voice was thick with insinuation. “Deep down, in that fierce little core of yours, you thrive on this. You thrive on being taken, yielding.” He was pushing boundaries, not seeking to break Dick, but to ignite him further, to get his willing submission.
Dick squeezed his eyes shut momentarily to ride the wave of pain and power crashing through him. There was no need to shut out Bucky; Bucky was the sensation.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
The spanking intensified. Bucky’s hand varied the onslaught – slaps, stinging strokes, and deeper, resonant blows – on the verge of torment but on the edge of denied pleasure and it kept Dick's sense fully engaged. As Dick's hips began to involuntarily twitch in arousal unfurled, a dark, satisfied smile curved Bucky’s lips. He could sense Dick was on the edge of orgasm.
Bucky's hand shifted, not away from Dick's aching backside, but downwards, fingers stroking a line inbetween his perfect buttcheeks, skimming the pretty hole that was hidden.
“No more playing games,” Bucky growled, the rough edge amplified now, pure dominance unleashed. "You crave this. You crave me to command you. Then let’s take it where we’re both aching to go.”
He shifted his hand and his fingers closed around Dick’s throbbing cock, firm and possessive, and Dick finally moaned at the flare of sensation that raced through his cock. The spanking continued, Bucky’s movements were direct and unhesitating.
The pressure mounted, Bucky’s hand a firm command, the spanking a relentless drumbeat driving Dick towards a forced, explosive release. The crescendo built until the very air thrummed with anticipation.
Then, willingly taken over the edge, Dick’s body seized in a raw, uncontrolled orgasm. A cry ripped from his throat, his body arching and surrendering fully to the overwhelming rush. A forced climax. The release was explosive, violent in its intensity.
Dick was momentarily blinded by feeling, deaf to everything but the roaring in his own blood as waves of pleasured shuttered through his body. He could hear Bucky’s heavier breathing and the sticky stain by his side, proving that Bucky had come too.
As the spasms subsided, leaving Dick shuddering, utterly spent and breathless, Bucky loosened his grip. The spanking ceased abruptly, the silence that fell heavy with the residue of their raw exchange.
Bucky gently rubbed his ass cheeks and bent down and kissed the flaming red skin. Dick whimpered at the feeling of soft lips against his spanked ass so soon after he came.
"See, Dick?" He heard Bucky murmur. His voice was lower with a satisfied possession underscoring it. "You're mine. And you were born to obey. Born to thrall."
He let Dick remain sprawled and breathless in his lap, and Dick gasped as he was left raw and trembling.