Steve's Surrender: Part One

Steve Rogers was not a stupid man.

In fact, he liked to think he was pretty smart all things considered, so when he got a message from Spider-Man saying he was in trouble the first thing Steve thought was that it was a trap. He had met Spider-Man multiple times, Tony had vouched for him when he was alive but the fact that Steve had no idea who the boy was meant everything was suspicious.

But the boy had helped defeat Thanos which meant he deserved the benefit of the doubt.

He had been asked to meet him down by Kirby Docks, a place that generously could be called a slum. He was asked to come in civvies, which meant Steve left the uniform and shield at home, the man was reasonably sure he could handle anything this side of Red Skull with just his hands. The place was dark as he walked down the small alley, every part of him on the lookout for an ambush.

“Spider-Man?” he called out, “Are you here?”

The costumed boy flipped down from the shadows and Steve sighed in relief, he had been stuck to the ceiling, pretty much ensuring his identity.

“Cap! You came!”

“Of course I did son, what’s wrong?”

Spider-Man came towards him, “I’m in trouble,” he said extending his hand to shake Cap’s, “Can you help me?”

Cap took the hand, “I can, calm down and…ouch!” he called out, pulling his hand back.

A small pinprick of blood was there, Steve looked at Spider-Man's hand and saw a palmed needle…

“What?” he asked as the world spun around him.

“Sorry Cap,” Spider-Man said with a manic giggle, “But you’ll learn to like it.”

Steve wanted to ask what he meant but his mouth went slack as he collapsed onto the floor…

When Steve woke to find his head thick with confusion, a man with a camera stood at the foot of the bed. “Captain,” the man said with a smile, “How are you feeling? Hot?”

Steve nodded as he sat up, “Where am I?” he asked, the world spinning.

“Here,” the man said handing him a class of water, “This might help.”

He was so out of it Steve took it and downed the liquid in one gulp…he didn’t even feel the tingling until he had finished. He dropped the glass to the floor, “What…”

“Come on soldier,” the man said, “Take your shirt off, relax.”

Steve nodded as he pulled his shirt off, standing there wobbling…

“Perfect…” the man said, focusing the camera on the perfect body, “How about your pants…don’t you want to be free?”

Steve nodded again, the words filling his head as he shucked his jeans off and stood there…he was surprised to find his cock was hard. He looked at the man, “Sorry…don’t know…”

“Shhh…” the man assured him, “It’s ok…here, just sit back down…”

Steve sat back on the bed, his raging cock sticking out in front of him, “Where…”

“Somewhere safe,” the man said, “Just lean back…relax…”

He leaned back, a smile moving across his handsome face…the drugs making him relax.

“Perfect,” the man said, “We’re going to have so much fun…”

Steve just nodded…no longer able to resist.