Peter waited and waited. He was losing circulation in his arms. How long before they fell off? Maybe then he would at least be able to get out of there.

When Peter heard footsteps he felt scared rather than relieved.

"Peter?"

Accent. Female.

"Wanda I could really use some help here," Peter said.

She walked over and pretended not to notice Peter's nakedness as she undid his cuffs. She examined the cuts on his wrists from where he had struggled. "Are you alright?"

"Fantastic, never better," Peter said.

She grabbed his shirt and mopped him up.

"Hey, that's my good shirt!" Peter complained.

"It's a Walmart brand t-shirt," Wanda said.

Peter grumbled but put on his boxers, jeans and runners. It looked ridiculous without a shirt, but he'd deal with that later rather than wearing a spermy shirt.

"Come on. Time to shower," Wanda said.

Apparently, she meant both of them. They made their way to the showers and disrobed. "You're a mess," she said. She was no longer trying to ignore Peter's nudity. She grabbed a washcloth and started washing him. Peter winced when she touched his backdoor with the cloth.

"It's not the worst," Wanda said. "But it's not good either. Some bleeding."

"I can't wait for the orgy later," Peter said, sarcastically.

"Try to convince them you are better at blowjobs," Wanda suggested. She washed the rest of him like a mother washing an infant child, avoiding his wrists with the cloth. She turned the shower off.

"Come, I will bandage your wrists," she said.

It was of some comfort to Peter that there was plenty of first aid supplies in here. She sprayed some disinfectant on each wrist.

"Motherfucker," Peter said.

"Quit whining," she scolded. She bandaged his wrists up. "He'll probably want you to take the bandages off later."

"Brock, you mean?" Peter asked.

Wanda nodded. "Mr. Rumlow." She wrapped a towel around Peter's waist. "All better."

"Thanks."

"Let's go downstairs. It might enhance the plot," Wanda said.

"What plot? I thought this was just pornography," Peter said.

"You just wait and see," Wanda said ominously.

"Can I put some pants on first?" Peter asked.

"I wouldn't," Wanda said.

They walked into the lobby as Wanda was telling Peter about Sokovia. The door busted open.

An attractive man that bore a striking resemblance to Ryan Reynolds came in carrying some luggage, a busty brunette falling suit.

Oh, no. It must be time for the soldiers to come.

The guy gave Wanda a great big hug. "Hey, Wand. I missed you." He turned to Peter and who is your beautiful twink friend here?"

"My name is Peter."

"Wade Wilson." He poked Peter in the nipple. "New recruit?"

"He just started yesterday," Wanda said.

"He's so cute!" Darcy said, pinching his cheek. Peter didn't say anything. She hugged him, pressing his face up to her chest.

"Erm… well, anyway," Peter said. He was still wearing nothing but a towel.

"We've got to get you ready for the orgy, friend," Wade said to Peter.

"I'm plenty ready, been stretched out and everything," Peter said. "And I don't mean my muscles." He was shaved and naked, what else was there to do to get ready?

"Leave him alone," a stern voice commanded.

It was James Buchanan Barnes.

"Hey, I'm just joking around, buddy," Wade said.

James glared at him and walked away. Wanda looked at Peter and then started following James. Peter did the same, thinking that they'd be better company than Wade and Darcy, who were a bit… overbearing.

"Lineup time," JARVIS announced over the loudspeaker. So much for that.

Wade stood at the front on the line, and surprisingly James stood next to him. Darcy, Wanda, and Peter fell in line while Scott and Pietro were coming down to the lobby. Rumlow appeared out of nowhere as he always seemed to enter.

He looked at Wade first. "Take your bags to your room and Darcy's to hers."

Wade did as he was told.

Rumlow looked at James next, who stared at him with a stony expression."James it would be lovely if you put on your old military clothes. Put some gloves on while you're at it. Hide that nasty little arm you have."

Bucky looked down at his metal arm. Peter thought there might have been an expression of pain on his face, but only for a moment before he nodded and went to change.

"Darcy," Brock said. "The usual outfit please."

"Yessir."

"Wanda…" Rumlow said. "Dress elegant. Surprise me." She nodded and walked off.

When Rumlow came to Peter he sighed. "Peter Parker. What will we do with you?"

Peter wished he was wearing anything besides a towel. Not that Brock hadn't seen the whole nine yards earlier, albeit in worse lighting. He tried to look in his master's face, awaiting instructions. He half expected Brock to take him away from the party and to take him back to the dungeon alone.

"Your street clothes should suffice for now," Brock said.

Peter smiled at him. "Yes, Daddy."

Of all the humiliations. Peter was locked up in a cage like a zoo animal. No, zoo animals had more space. There were six other cages identical to his. Wade winked at him from one, while Wanda avoided eye contact from another.

Brock walked through the room eyeing his toys. Peter tried not to look at him. He instead looked at James. He looked stunning in his military uniform. He leaned against the back of his cage, smoking a cigarette.

JARVIS spoke over the intercom. "Mr. Rumlow, the guests have arrived."

The Vision brought the "guests" into the room, seven of them in total. Four military men, two female soldiers and Tony Stark. Maybe Peter would luck out and Tony would keep him for the night. Peter stared at Tony trying to communicate him telepathically.

Loud music played, something slow and erotic.

Soon Peter's attention was off Tony and onto one of the male soldiers. He touched James' gloved hand through the cage. The man had beautiful gold hair and a perfect face. "Bucky," he said. James looked as if his heart were broken. They were both on the verge of tears. James… Bucky the man had called him, whispered into the soldier's ear.

Rumlow walked over. "See one you fancy?" He asked the blonde soldier.

"Uh… This one." He pointed at James. "And that one."

It took Peter a long time to realize that the blonde had meant him. He wanted Peter and James.

Brock started unlocking Peter's cage. "Peter anything Captain Rogers wants, understood?"

'Yes, Daddy…" Peter said, barely above a whisper.

Peter felt rather than saw Brock backhand him. Captain Rogers looked horrified.

"Do not call me that in front of clients," Rumlow said.

"Yes sir," Peter corrected himself.

Rumlow wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was unlocking James' cage. There was murder in Bucky's eyes. "Vision, please lead them to the honeymoon suite."

Honeymoon suite?