ok, I'm sorry. Don't read if you don't like reading violent sexy stuff, and elements of sexual abuse. Also bad words. Your move, kids. This may or may not be along the lines of a fantasy or several of mine x
When I was told that I was to help the Black Widow get over all these lovely rumors circulating that she did drugs I hid under my desk. Waites on the other end of the line could immediately tell what I'd done and just laughed at me, saying that it wouldn't help. I peered over the edge when I heard a knock on my door and one of the small techies just walked over and placed a folder in front of my nose. Putting the phone back in its cradle after apologizing I examined the release about the Research department's buying up of far too much potassium recently. I didn't fraternize with that lot often but, from what I had heard just walking around the helicarrier, the extensive reasons listed here were lies. Ah, well. At least I don't have to explain why there are so many poptarts being bought by the HR lot. Their problem; sucks to be Agent Richie right now.
It was here, flicking through the report and chuckling, when Natasha walked in on me. "Are you sure you're taking your job seriously, agent?" she asked without my noticing she'd creeped up behind me, and I nearly shot into the ceiling. Surprisingly enough, Barton dropped from the ceiling that very minute.
"Yeh, you're meant to be the quick talker" he smirked, grabbing me by the shoulders when my body threatened to collapse.
I was dazed and when Natasha came and slapped me round the face, murmuring "Typical" in an annoyed tone, all I could do was tell her she was pretty. Seven times. This simply caused Clint to start laughing and release my shoulders in the process, letting me fall to the ground and tripping Natasha with me. The talented agent was too quick, though, and jumped up. She did land on my groin, though, and I blacked out. Only feeling Clint left me around his shoulders like he does with his bow then deposit me on something that felt like it should be comfy but wasn't a few minutes later. I tried to come to but my will wasn't enough and I couldn't do anything.
"Well done" I heard Clint say, clearly to Natasha, who just huffed.
"He needs a better stomach"
"He was just trying to do his job. He's new, how was he supposed to know I was going to do that?"
"Intuition. He should have intuition, or he shouldn't work here."
"He's not a spy, Natasha, he's a rep. There's a huge difference" she huffed again at this and sounded like she was blowing her hair out of her face, before I heard her stomp away. "Don't worry, mate," Clint said, stroking my leg, "she didn't mean it. Dr Carter should be along soon. She's lovely, really, Nat, you'd like her."
Then, when he was sure there was absolutely no possibility whatsoever that she'd ever manage to hear this conversation, he added "Great fuck, too." tapping me on the thigh before leaving, too. I couldn't feel my balls but I was pretty sure they would have tightened at that.
Sucks to be me, right now, because I'm not a high enough risk patient to be given a private room and my privates are all sort of bandaged and it's humiliating. My right leg has to be raised constantly and there's a sling wrapped like a loin cloth all round my hips and the top of my left leg, not to mention what looks to everyone like a permanent hardon cause there's a separate fucking plaster cast round my penis. My little me just so happens to actually be rather little... it's a genetic thing. Everyone who comes through the med center, though, can see my five inch slim little beauty strapped up and pointing at my face. It was worse when I regained consciousness as I then noticed that they'd put a dog cone on it, too, to keep me from playing, as they "know what men are like". I think it's entirely possible to see my hairy asshole from the way they have my leg up, too.
This didn't help when Clint pushed Natasha in to apologize. As in, she burst out laughing. Clint, still behind her, whacked her on the ass and told her to behave before he left himself. Natasha just grinned slyly before pulling the curtain around and sitting under my raised leg, no visiting chairs left anymore as it became clear the guy with the broken cock is not getting any visitors. The cast, though, did add some girth to my manhood so it wasn't entirely bad. Natasha patted him on the head, smiling at me. I was still waiting for the apology. After a minute she gained a puzzled expression when it became clear I was not going to react to this taunting.
"You're evil, you know." I said, and she glared at me. But what more could she do, eh? "So bad that you broke your own plan with my junk. Can't feel any of it. Doctors don't know if I ever will, or if I'm just gonna have some limp little stuff down there, without the ability to reproduce or pee without assistance. And everyone gets a look. But you can't get him to do what you like, at least." she frowned.
"I didn't mean to do anything, it's Clint's fault entirely. He made you startled then dropped you."
"You did jump on my stuff, though"
"You're not very perky, are you?"
"No. And I don't know if I'll ever be" I added, nodding at the plastic cone. She giggled again; maybe I was softening the weapon up.
After a minute of her stroking the mummified sagging skin on the bed called my bollocks-that-used-to-be and scrutinizing my face for any discernible reaction she pounced on me. "I'm gonna do you a favor." she spoke harshly right into my ear "We're gonna get that boy working 'cos I accept some responsibility on this. But you're not to tell Clint."
"Wait... what... why?" I mumbled, at a loss for words and without any clue what she was doing.
Without preamble she peeled her pants off and shimmied the cone from my dick. "'cos if he found out, he'd kill you. Rather protective of me. Comes in handy, but less often than not."
"Oh, okay" I managed to sarcastically get out, rolling my eyes as if it helped. What the red head did next utterly shocked me. She used my plastered manhood to remove her panties then turned around and pushed her ass down on it, hard. I still couldn't feel anything, but she grunted a little. I was aware that we had very little privacy, unless she'd managed to poop a solid wall behind that curtain when I wasn't looking. Given some of the kinds of people I'd been told I'd meet through SHIELD, it was well within the realms of possibility. That thought was a massive turnoff, though, and if anything my erection went down. Being an amazing spy and all, Natasha noticed.
She pulled off and turned around to me "Is something wrong?"
"Er, no...?" I answered slowly, absolutely no idea what the right answer was. She was clearly expecting me to elaborate, so I said the first (seemingly) appropriate thing that came to mind "Anal is great!" It was probably said with more vigor than strictly necessary, but I still had no idea why she groaned, pants seemingly miraculously already back on, and walked right out. I think I got some sort of apology from her.
I was repositioning myself on the pillows after finishing my vomit-inducing cum-lookalike 'chicken soup'. When Natasha dragged Clint in, dragged the curtain shut after they'd pushed through the corner while still holding Clint by the collar. She then turned to him, pressing her lips to his, and starting jumping a bit as she snogged him. He kissed her back, immediately sucking her tongue as space grew between their faces. Natasha started to punch him hard on his rock hard abs and Clint moved his hand to her hair before literally headbutting his own face with hers and biting roughly on her lips. Soon enough, Natasha's hands punched lower until she reached one fist around him to knuckle sandwich Clint's own dangly bits, one fist making impact on each side. Clint didn't make a noise but responded in turn by whacking her really really hard across the face. It was enough for her face to slam into the metal side of the bed, but she just pulled down Clint's pants and shorts from her new vantage on the floor, legs spread, and grabbed his length hard, pulling him down by it. I winced hard, that was all too familiar. I noticed then that Natasha's face was bleeding and her nails pressed into Clint's cock was now drawing blood.
"Stop!" I shouted as loud as I dared.
Natasha turned to me, that conspiratorial smile adorning her pretty face again, "did we get you turned on?" she licked her lips, and I knew her plan meant well and all.
"No," I shook my head sadly, "It just dredged up bad memories." I felt myself begin to cry, so I shook the tears back into my head, and looked back at the astonished and concerned pair, "And you guys are bleeding."
"My friend down there's rather robust" Clint nodded to where Natasha still had hold of him. I gave a short glare before turning to Natasha and making an obvious gesture at her head
"Meh, needed my brain resetting" she stated simply. If only everything were like that. They still were both staring worriedly at me, clearly unconcerned of themselves. Well, they're the 'experts'. I decided to confide in them.
"My stepdad always made fun of me as a teenager, especially when he was drunk, pulling really really hard on it and, and, he'd drag me to the ground head first that way... that's how I got all these burn scars on my forehead, he'd have grabbed both my wrists in his massive ape hands... he'd kick my balls from there, kneeling next to me like a wrestler, holding my penis and pulling hard enough that I haven't been able to pee without pain since I was fourteen, he'd say 'Maybe you can be a decent man if we pull it long enough, eh, son. might get a decent size from you yet, eh?'. Then he'd climb over me and straddle me, stark naked and all," Natasha giggled at that and both Clint and I gave her a look
"Stark, naked" she explained.
"Not the time, but funny." Clint told her, then nodded at me
"Well, he'd ram me up the ass. He was, like, big and I'd bleed and I called out for my mom because I didn't know where she was and all my brothers had moved out by the time she remarried. He'd say something like 'your mom? you're thinking of your mom? you wanna fuck your mom? you dirty little son of a bitch! you're a skank! you know, though, this is what I do to her every night. maybe you could learn to pleasure a woman like me. might have to grow some first.' One time he managed to rupture my right ball and dislocate my dick, I had to go to hospital. He took me and said I'd gone a little hard on my boyfriend. Well, I was fifteen and the doctors called social security and everything cause they noticed he was drunk or some shit. The woman who came explained to me, when he was there in the hospital, that being gay is totally okay and everything but like with different sex couples you gotta be sixteen and I wouldn't want to get hurt again, would I?" I chuckled a little at myself, smiling through the memory of how I got out, Clint and Natasha smiled with me, before I continued "I tried to tell her that it wasn't true but he just kept yelling that oh, it was a little late, and he'd walked in on us and I was a bastard and a faggot and other shit. He used my best mate's name and all. Well, after a bit he stormed out, ripping the curtain down and saying he'd be at the pub for when they let me out, 'you little fag'. The woman asked me if he was my father I explained he was my stepdad and then she said 'don't worry, I believe you're not gay. But, and I know this is very personal and you don't have to answer, but is he um, abusing you, in any way?' As soon as the words left her mouth, I yelled out 'In all ways!' and starting sobbing into my chest, holding myself and everything. So they told my mom and took me into care and I haven't seen 'em since. I know my dad died when I was five, too. As long as my mom's still married to that monster they're not allowed near me. Sucks, cos I've not seen my brothers in ages, either."
I now noticed Clint had got up, Natasha frozen shocked on the floor, looking like I'd just reminded her of something unpleasant, too. Clint just patted my arm, tried to pull the gown lower down over me. It just protruded up no matter what, then kissed my forehead and patted my other arm in a friendly manner. "It wasn't your fault, mate. It was your stepfather's. It's never happened to me, not without submission, but I feel sorry for you. It can happen to the best of us... Nat?" she snapped her head up then slowly got up, as if in a trance, Clint pulled her into his side to support her.
She looked down at me very sincerely "It's horrible. The nightmares stopped for me years ago, but I'll always know it still happened. I like to keep busy. Nothing ever happened to me like that, but there's a very good reason I have arachnophobia, rational." she smiled, then, almost coming back to life, and made her comment light, "And it's not just because I'm a girl." We three all managed a weak smile, but whatever horrors had been inflicted on Natasha I could only think about and I was sure it'd give me nightmares for weeks just imagining what this unknown entity could have done to her. I was pretty sure I had a pretty good idea, and just hoped that my mind was overdoing the possibilities and my thoughts were worse than what really happened, I had a sickly feeling that they couldn't be, though. Natasha then just kissed me on the forehead like Clint and patted my leg that was on the bed before hugging herself and walking slowly away, both mine and Clint's eyes following her as she left the curtain gaping.
"I should probably..." Clint trailed off, but returned to my side after shutting us off from the rest of the ward again. "huh." there was a short silence before he just turned to me with a smile akin to that of Natasha's conspiratorial one but more kind. More kind enough to make it suspicious. He pulled his pants back down and knelt around my sides "This probably isn't the time, but I want to see if I can get your little boy working again." he grinned, back to himself, which made me comfortable enough to return to my usual spirits, no matter how weird this situation was. He turned himself around like Natasha had then turned his head to say over his shoulder with a charming smile, "Just don't tell Nat", as he was settling my cock in his ass, a surprisingly tight fit.
Normally I'd be able to stop myself but I just couldn't this time, "That's what she said" I responded almost immediately. He began to chuckle at what he thought was a joke before he noticed I wasn't laughing and spun himself around, still comfortably seated on my dick, causing him to lean into me.
"She didn't..." he began but was cut off as Dr Carter drew back the curtain, coming in backwards and spinning round but reading her charts. She hadn't noticed Clint was there, let alone how intimate we were, but everyone else had. There was a pregnant pause before they burst out in raucous laughter and wolf whistles just as the doctor looked up, dropping her chart and my meds.
"Barton!" It was Director Fury, he'd just entered the medical wing when the cheering began. Clint slowly, and without a hint of shame, pulled up off me whispering "sorry mate", then turned to face everyone before realizing that little important detail and, still completely unembarrassed, just pulled his tight Y's up to barely conceal himself and routed around the side of my bed the doctor wasn't on for his pants. Dr Carter had found them first, that's where she'd dropped my meds, and held them up for him, still shocked but a little less so as she got to finally make the man embarrassed. He turned bright red and took them from her, the crotch dragging over my face as he pulled one of the pant legs. Everyone burst out laughing again, only to be silenced by half a look from Fury.
When Clint was redressed Fury began again. "Hawkeye, it's lovely you're experimenting with a potential paralysis patient in our med wing, but last we heard you were in a stable relationship with a certain highly talented assassin. I, for one, don't want to be the one covering your murder case." he thought a second then added, nodding at me, "That's Agent Rodriguez' job, anyway, and I'm not sure if he'd manage it." I stuck my left hand up as acknowledgement. Clint glared back at me then mumbled "I was trying to do him a favor. Natasha tried too." just as Natasha, now seemingly recovered, walked in. She had much better hearing than him and glared at me, but I quickly shot her a look of apology in the split second before she murdered me. She smiled and gave me a look that said "you're learning", though didn't seem to have a stance on the status of life.
Fury turned to her "Perfect timing as always, Agent Romanoff." he smiled at her, she'd have found a way to make herself his favorite within a day here I had no doubts. Then he turned to everyone, "well, I'm not paying you to gawk at Rodriguez, back to work or recovery everyone!" He turned and left. Clint turned to me and apologized before running off, past Natasha who was as yet still to move, when he left she walked right up to me, never breaking eye contact.
"You're going to be good. And I'm sorry."
I smiled, "You still owe me an apology from before, though."
"That was it" she smiled seductively at me, then broke out giggling and ruffled my hair like I was six. "You're funny, too. That was good." she turned and left, still laughing, clearly humored. Well, at least she wasn't serious. I wouldn't want to break up Clint and her, or face the consequences, no matter how good the fucks might be.
I'm sorry if you read that and bits ended up disgusting. Think about puppies, eh? x