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As the newest members, post-op check-up of the vehicles and the weapons was left to Trent and Liam. The rest of the team went inside the safehouse to relax.
It was a big operation and Trent was tired. But hearing the music blasting from the basement, he turned toward the stairs.
"Aren't you coming?"
Liam shook his head and then climbed up to the bedrooms.
The rest of the group was in the basement, turned into a game room. Some were lounging on the big leather couch, some were on the plush green carpet. They all were drinking. Someone moved the large mahogany coffee table to the side and where it was supposed to be, in the middle of the carpet was Winter Soldier.
Someone threw Trent a can of cold beer.
"You playing?"
Trent eyed the Asset who was on his hands and feet, but belly raising to the ceiling. His back arched high, he looked like an art piece.
"How are we playing?" Trent couldn't help the excitement leaking in his words. He had always known that the team assigned with the Asset had some fun but he could never—
"Trent is a newbie, boys." Sam's smile was as condescending as it got. "Go easy on him."
"Fuck you, old man!"
Everybody laughed at Trent's response, Sam too but his lips curled slightly down at the end and Trent knew he didn't like that. Good. Sam was always a bastard, thinking that he was better than everyone else. But here was Trent, five years after Sam taught him the ropes, on the same team with the guy. And Sam wasn't even the group leader. It must hurt.
“You roll a die,” Mark explained in between belching like it was a sport. “Depending on the number, you choose your weapon. The one who makes him topple the tower wins.” He finished his beer and then put the empty can on top of the tower of cans on the Asset's belly. “If you miss, you add ten bucks to the pool and drink another can.” Mark was already unsteady on his feet. “You’ll learn the rest while playing.”
There were already five cans tall tower on the Asset, but they could as well be standing on a fucking pillar, the Asset was perfectly still.
Mark rolled the dice.
Three.
Someone whistled, but most laughed. Little John handed Mark a coffee bean.
“Careful, Mark,” Will said, laughing, then he turned to Trent. “If you miss and hit the tower there's a penalty.”
“How can you miss this guy?” The Asset wasn’t exactly small.
Will sat next to him, then explained, “Mark is already drunk so he doesn’t want to miss this turn because the next turn he might not even see straight.”
“Dick up, Soldier!” Mark yelled.
Trent wouldn’t have understood what the hell that meant if he didn’t see the Asset’s dick raising.
“No fucking way!” Everyone laughed. Trent knew the guy was impressive, a one-man army and all that. But still…”How?”
Will shrugged, “Sam gave him a pill before ordering him not to move.”
Now, the Asset was still curved in that awkward pose, but this time his dick was saluting too. Mark stood behind the guy.
“He’s trying to hit the tip,” Will explained. “He loves showing off.”
He couldn’t hit the target though. The coffee bean passed slightly above the tip of the Asset's proud dick, ending up hitting the cans.
“God damn fuck!”
“Dude, when you roll a coffee bean just pass.”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck him.” Trent couldn’t catch who said that but everyone was laughing.
Mark unzipped his jeans and then kneeled at the head of the Asset.
“Open your mouth,” He ordered, then he placed his soft dick in Winter Soldier’s mouth. “I’ll end you if you bite me.”
Trent chuckled. That was imaginative.
“My turn.” Sam rolled the dice. Six. He got a large wooden spoon.
“Motherfucker,” Mark grumbled.
“Loose thought Asset.” Sam grinned.
He stood right next to the Asset’s legs, then brought the spoon close to his balls, slowly swaying back and forth, getting ready.
“His balls?” Trent had to ask.
“Dude,” Will shrugged. “You can’t move the guy otherwise. He’s, like, armored.”
That was true, yes, but his balls! Trent’s legs squeezed together unintentionally just thinking about it.
Sam raised his arm high, almost parallel to the ground, and then he swung it fast like he was hitting for a home run, the bastard. The spoon crushed into the Asset’s balls. Trent could see them flattened against the guy's groin. A loud smack echoed in the room. The Asset gave a tiny little shudder but stood still, not letting a single can drop.
“Up yours, Sam!” Mark pulled his miraculously unbitten, and now hard, dick out of the Asset’s mouth. “Up yours, motherfucker.”
Sam shrugged, still grinning. Then picked a can for himself, and threw another for Mark. “Drink up.”
“Wow!” Trent had moved to the edge of his seat; he slid back with a whistle.
“Yeah,” Will agreed. “It’s still early though. Soldier usually lasts at least a few turns.”
There were seven of them in the room and a few turns with all of them meant…
“An hour?”
“Yeah. Usually.”
“Your turn, Trent boy.” Sam handed him the dice.
Trent rolled.
Three.
“Just pass,” Will suggested.
“What are the rules?”
“You just drink the beer as if—”
“No, no. Is throwing the bean the only option?”
“You can try spanking him with it.” Sam cackled, asshole.
Will rolled his eyes. “I don’t know man. There are no rules. Just, don’t blind him of course.”
Trent picked up the little coffee bean. So small, so unassuming.
He kneeled next to the Asset’s dick. The guy was built like a tank, and man! That fucking serum must have worked on these parts too because, Hallelujah! The dick on the Asset was huge. Trent grabbed it.
“Wanna blow him…” Sam leered. “...wait till after the game.”
Trent didn’t answer. He brought the coffee bean next to the tip, to the slit. Luckily it was wet. Wet-ish.
“Trent you sick fuck!” Mark must have understood his intent. “Do it!”
Trent smiled back at him then turned his focus to the dick at hand. He pressed the bean into the slit. It was a hard fit, the hole was so tiny even next to the small bean. Trent had to grab hard and push and wiggle and push but finally, it just entered inside the opening with a low whine from the Asset. He trembled very little, very slow tremors. Almost, almost…
Nope, The tower stood still.
“Holy shit!” Will clapped him on the shoulders. “You are a fucking genius.”
“How are we gonna take it out?” Sam grumbled.
“He’ll piss them out at the end of the game,” Mark answered before Trent could come up with anything. “Boy, I’m gonna pray for a three from now on.”
“Drink up.” Will threw him another can. “Pay up.”
Trent pulled a sawbuck from his wallet and added it on the pile on the coffee table. Money well spent.