1: Watch 'American Pie'

Steve Rogers was told by Tony, then (somewhat reluctantly) Natasha, that he should watch American Pie. Steve, having been nicknamed this by the billionaire before, didn't even think before he put it on.

Deny it as he did, also, Steve was, really, very... sexually curious. He wondered how satisfying the pie thing was. So, he baked an apple pie.

Fresh out of the oven, Steve took off the apron he'd worn - the only thing he'd worn- and thrust his penis hard into the dish. There were only about 3 problems with this; 1. he had a roaring erection so he had to tilt the pie case, resulting in the contents falling onto his tense balls as 2. he rammed in so hard not only did he probably sprain something, but he also hit the sensitive head of his cock head-on to the hard metal dish at about 30 kmph whilst 3. the pie was still around the 400 fahrenheit used to cook it.

2: Try heal by holding your cock in a shared freezer

3: Slam said freezer shut at said time

Steve ran around the kitchen island and opened the door of the modern freezer residing below the fridge half of the metal box. After a drunken escapade, Tony had fitted the doors on everything to work like elevator doors. This was bad news for Steven and Clinton.

The all-American hero deftly held his cock gently between the shelves of the cooling unit because, though running under cold water should heal burns, he couldn't hold his dick under the tap for 10 minutes, and had gained a rather rational fear of freezing water.

Clint then, innocently, came round the other side of the island and noticed the freezer door open, but not the man crouching behind it who was, coincidentally, too engrossed in nursing his cock back to health to notice the other man's presence.

The newcomer took the opportunity to slam, rather hard, the door shut. Firstly, it clamped the super soldier's genitals before bouncing back with equal force, as programmed. Clint barely had enough time to acknowledge Steve's howl before the top corner swung round to catch him hard on the side of his balls and dick.

He dropped to the floor and siezed up with pain, returning to a fetal position alongside Steve. Clint recovered first and took his pants off before stumbling painfully across to the first aid cabinet and taking out some gel to the sensitive region. He leaned back against the counter with his legs spread wide a bit then squirted a generous splodge of the translucent blue stuff into his left hand then leaned across himself to put the tube on the counter behind, looking up as he turned back just in time to see Steve struggling to his feet and watching the marksman.

Then, Clint pulled the waistband of his briefs outwards with his right hand and, after a brief pause, suddenly shoved his left in and began massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. Steve swallowed and approached the moaning assassin, reaching him as he finished applying the soother.

"Clint?" he choked out, voice hoarse

"yeh?" Clint held his right hand protectively over his genitals and steadied them both with his left on Steve's. The captain looked to the gooey hand on his arm then back up into Clint's eyes before swallowing nervously.

"Could you do that for me?" he asked, still weak. Clint patted the arm he was resting on and smiled while reaching behind for the soother.

"sure" he replied, "sorry"

"it's okay, not all your fault" Steve told him. Clint just raised an eyebrow, having noticed the remnants of the pie on the floor as he walked in.

After splodging some more gel onto his left hand, Clint rubbed his hands together and let his right cradle and gently stroke Steve's ballsack as his right wandered to the other man's dick and then ran up and down it slowly, making sure to cover it all. Steve was soon grunting as Clint had done but after another moment accidentally released his load over both their stomachs and Clint's hands. His carer grinned wickedly and sucked the juices off his hands slowly, finger by finger and lapping at his palms and the back of his hands like a kitten, groaning and sighing out loud at the sweet taste. He then leaned down and sucked up all the cum from his own shirt before kneeling down and licking it all off Steve's bare stomach then smiling up at him and kissing the slit of his erect cock.

"All better now?" Clint grinned up and Steve could only moan in answer. "as I said, I'm really..." he licked up the underside of Steve's cock, "very..." he licked up the topside now, "sorry." Clint took half of Steve's massive cock in his mouth, fully aware of how the serum had enhanced him now, and hummed in approval. Clint had been described as a big mouth and whether that were true or not he was struggling here. Swallowing as far as he could he got another few inches but the man was well-endowed, Clint would put an estimate at around a foot long. It wasn't just that though, Steve's girth had Clint opening his mouth as wide as possible and the cock fitting nice and tightly, Clint's teeth and tongue helpless but to run over it as he began bobbing back and forth. As Steve groaned and tightened again, Clint settled on saying maybe three inches in diameter.

Steve, for as close as he was, was still that distance away before Clint began stroking up and down what he couldn't take in his mouth, raking his fingernails down the vein on Steve's dick before handling Steve's balls with his famous archer's fingers. Steve came at once, bucking into Clint's mouth as he emptied himself so much that, deep as he was, some of his semen still spurted out from between Clint's lips and dribbled down his chin.

Clint swallowing got Steve ready to go again, but he wanted to make Clint cum this time. Copying his grin from before, Steve kneeled down and licked his juices of Clint's face then licked over his lips again and again until Clint opened them and Steve was granted access to lick inside, winning against Clint's tongue for dominance and tasting himself there but leaving as Clint began to moan. He pushed him backwards so he was led on the floor but his calves were still beneath his thighs - he'd probably have pin ache in a few minutes so Steve needed to be quick. This position raised Clint's cock above the rest of his body, presented it to Steve as it strained against his briefs and pointed right at Steve's face, Clint's underwear too restrictive to allow it any further. That must be painful, Steve thought, then moved his palm to cup Clint's smaller, but still large, cock, causing him to whimper. Steve, kneeling in a predatory position, rocked forwards to bite at Clint's adam's apple, earning a long moan.

Clint then tried to sit up but Steve quickly spun on his knees until he could sit on Clint's torso, lowering himself slowly, his half-hard cock coming to lay with the head resting in Clint's belly button. This itself drew another long moan from the trapped man, who then said "I have a lovely view of your ass from here".

"is this better?" asked Steve, sliding back until his asshole presented itself practically on Clint's face, causing him to moan again before licking up and down the valley between Steve's cheeks. The sliding also dragged Clint's shirt up enough to reveal his well-toned oblique, Steve following the pelvis with his tongue before licking over the thin material of Clint's briefs and cupping his cock like he'd done before with his mouth. Steve started salivating through the fabric as he then sucked at the tender cock. Clint had stopped tending to Steve's ass to begin moaning and thrashing in pleasure, then found enough strength to start again and plunge his tongue into Steve's asshole, causing him to jerk forward in surprise and pleasure.

Steve now used his teeth, nipping at Clint's cock and balls still confined to his briefs before encircling his head with his lips and sucking then blowing. He only had to do this a few more times before Clint came, hips trying to buck as he flailed beneath Steve, reduced to cumming in his pants and having to leave his now limp cock resting in its bitter juices like an amateur.

When he was fully recovered, he brought his left hand up and stuck it into his briefs from a leg hole, coating his fingers. He then stuck the middle finger deep into Steve's hole, making his captor shudder and moan. This was quickly joined by another finger, then another, until Clint suddenly pushed all three knuckle deep at once, hitting Steve's prostrate and making him cum, squirting over both men's stomachs and Clint's briefs. By some miracle, Clint was hard again but Steve leaning forward to lap up his juices made him cum in his pants again, some of his semen slipping down his legs as there was no longer room in his briefs to contain it all.

Steve let him up and he eventually got to his feet with some help, briefs and semen squelching as he took a step forward, making his balls tighten and his cock force against the painful restraints. He tried to ignore as he stepped forward again, but this had his balls rub against his cum against the inside of his thighs, the friction making him cum again as he grabbed the island for support, his briefs tearing at the seams and cum spurting out, dripping down his legs and coating the floor.

Attempting one final step forward he slipped in his cum and landed cock-first on his pants, keys threatening to puncture his balls through his ruined briefs, a shout of pain echoing off the tiles as Steve pulled him up with one arm by his elbow.

"How'd I do?" the captain asked hopefully

"what?" Clint asked in return. Steve blushed and sheepishly looked at his feet

"That was... kinda my... first time" Steve looked back up at Clint when he finished.

"First time!? huh. You did great. just great..." Clint began to trail off as he painfully pulled his pants back on and hobbled towards the nearest door, and hopefully a medical center.