Compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent

This is my first story about fictional characters instead of the actors who portray them on film and television.

Phil Coulson sat down in a leather-padded chair. He was in a secret interrogation facility, sitting alone in front of the transparent side of a two-way mirror. In the adjacent room was a compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. agent; Grant Ward. Agent Ward had been caught red-handed attempting to send stolen documents to an unknown party. After being apprehended by fellow S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, Ward was immediately taken to an undisclosed location before any of his teammates became aware of his arrest. Coulson was soon notified of the situation and sent to supervise Ward’s interrogation.

The room Grant was being held in was bare except for two metal posts that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Grant stood in-between these posts; his left wrist and ankle handcuffed to one of them and his right wrist and ankle handcuffed to the other, standing there spread-eagle and completely helpless. He was facing the mirror but was blindfolded; he assumed someone was watching him, but was unaware that that someone was only a few feet in front of him, on the other side of his own reflection. The blindfold was the only thing Grant was wearing; he had been stripped nude before being cuffed to the posts. Coulson looked over the young man’s exposed body. To say that Ward kept himself in good shape would be understatement. There was virtually no body fat on him, his sinewy, muscular frame was toned and defined. The swell of his pectorals were firm and smooth and his chiseled abs had only a small amount of hair that connected to his thin treasure trail. That trail led into his very neatly trimmed pubes. Grant’s manhood was a thick piece of meat, five inches long while soft and with a low-hanging pair of balls that he kept waxed smooth.

Coulson felt his own member grow hard as he examined Ward.

The single door into the interrogation room opened and Coulson watched as Steve Rogers, more commonly known as Captain America, walked in. Due to the nature of the stolen documents the leader of the Avengers himself had been called in to interrogate agent Ward.

Coulson couldn’t help but take in a deep breath when he saw Steve enter the room. Captain America had always been his idol, but ever since meeting him in the flesh Phil could no longer deny to himself that he had a strong sexual attraction to the first Avenger. Coulson’s penis grew fully erect and made a tent in his pants.

Rogers closed the door behind him and stood behind Grant. Cap was in his civilian clothes. He was wearing a white t-shirt that barely managed to stretch across his broad shoulders and had noticeable sweat stains around the armpits. He also wore a leather belt around his pants which had been tucked into his army boots. “Agent Grant Ward…” Cap spoke aloud.

Grant straightened his back what little he could when he recognized the voice.

“You realize who I am, agent Ward?” Cap made it sound more like a statement than a question.

“Yes sir, I do, Captain Rogers.” Ward answered respectfully.

“And you realize why I’m here?”

“Yes sir, I do.”

Alone in the viewing room, Coulson could hear what was going on in the other room perfectly. He watched as Captain America continued to inform agent Ward of the severity of the situation he was in and Ward continued to acknowledge that he understood what was happening. Phil removed his jacket and tie, and placed them on a table next to him; he then unbuttoned his shirt and opened his fly. Reaching into his pants, Coulson opened his boxers and pulled out his erection.

“I’m going to have to punish you for this betrayal, agent Ward.” Rogers said as he undid his belt buckle.

Coulson could see Grant’s penis twitch as he heard Cap remove his belt.

Holding it like a whip, Steve raised his arm up high and then brought the leather strap down hard against Ward’s bare buttocks.

Grant’s muscles tensed and he suppressed a grunt when the belt smacked his ass.

Cap continued to flog Ward’s rear end, each time using more force than the last.

Coulson watched as each strike caused the young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent’s dick to grow harder, until he eventually reached full erection.

Rogers stopped when he noticed Grant’s stiff prick. He looked at the restrained man with contempt. “Are you a Mary, agent Ward?”

“No one says Mary anymore, sir.” Grant stated.

“Then what do they say these days, agent Ward?” Cap responded.

“They say faggot, sir.” Grant replied.

“And are you a faggot, agent Ward?”

“No sir, I am absolutely not.”

Steve looked down at Ward’s trimmed pubic hair and smooth testicles. “What’s with the lack of hair on your privates?”

“It’s how men groom themselves these days, sir.” Grant answered.

“Looks queer to me, in my day a real man had fur around his Johnson.” Cap declared.

“No one says Johnson anymore either, sir.”

Cap was getting irritated and his voice got louder. “And what do they say instead, agent Ward?”

“They say cock, sir.” Grant remained calm while his manhood remained hard.

Rogers slapped Ward with his belt again, harder than ever, leaving a bright red streak across naked man’s firm asscheeks. “Well agent Ward I’m looking at a man with hardly any hair above his cock and nuts as smooth as the day he was born – that is if people still call them nuts, do they agent Ward?”

“Yes sir.” Grant replied.

“Well I see a man with barely any pubic hair and bald nuts, whose cock has gotten hard from being spanked by another man and he’s telling me he’s not a faggot, and I’m telling you I don’t believe him.”

Grant stayed quiet, but beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and in his armpits.

In the observation room Phil was enthusiastically masturbating; this tense exchange between the two studly men was turning him on like nothing else ever had.

Captain Rogers continued to berate agent Ward while whipping his bare ass. Cap also started to sweat more; his pit stains increased in size and a patch of moisture formed between his pecs. Steve took his shirt off, his ripped chest glistening with perspiration.

Coulson sucked in a deep breath when he saw the blonde Adonis’ chest on full display.

Grant’s body was sweating profusely as well. Sweat drops dripped from his armpits down the sides of his torso, while more drops formed on his upper chest and slid across his pecs onto his abs.

Phil tilted his head back and let out a long moan. Nothing had ever excited him so much as what was happening in the other room. As he kept on jerking his cock he seemed to lose track of time, when he next looked into the interrogation room Cap was completely naked. Coulson stared in shock at Captain America’s huge 10 and a half inch long erection. It was thick and veiny with a wet bush of blonde hair surrounding it and the two big, hairy balls below.

Steve removed the blindfold from Ward’s eyes and tied it around his mouth, gagging him.

Grant’s body tensed up and his eyes widened in fear when he saw Cap’s engorged cock.

“I’m going to show you what a faggot you are agent Ward.” Rogers declared in a threatening tone.

Phil could hear the young agent let out a muffled cry of protest, but Coulson himself couldn’t help but shout out; “Yes!”

Cap stood behind Ward, planted his feet wide apart and gripped his shoulders tightly. “This is what happens to faggot traitors!” He thrust his hips forward, plunging his massive prick into Grant’s virgin asshole.

Even through the gag it was obvious Grant was moaning in distress. His face turned red from a mixture of pain and humiliation.

Steve proceeded to fuck Ward without mercy; pummeling the helpless man’s ass, his large hairy testicles slapping against the smaller, smooth ones.

Coulson was standing on his feet, no longer stroking his cock but rather fucking his fist.

Tears rolled down Ward’s eyes at the exact same time that a large drop of pre-cum leaked out of his piss-slit and slid down his rigid shaft.

Phil was breathing heavily and felt his balls tighten up in anticipation of orgasm. He noticed Grant’s balls had down the same.

“Are you ready to feel a real man’s cum in your ass, agent Ward?!” Cap barked.

The young agent tried to yell; “No!” through his gag.

Captain America threw his head back and howled in ecstasy as his cock spayed an immense load of white-hot, all-American cum inside the humiliated fag.

Ward’s cock went off; shooting his spunk all over the glass in front of Coulson.

Phil wished he could lick the sweet nut butter up as he brought himself close to cumming. “Yes! Yes! Ohh God yes!”

Suddenly Coulson woke up. He was lying on his bed, totally nude and drenched in sweat. He had ejaculated in his sleep; his semen was smeared across his stomach and his dick was still half hard.

This was just the latest of many homoerotic dreams about men, especially the men of the Avengers. The first one was simply about Cap; he was alone in a weightlifting room, completely nude and pumping iron. Coulson watched as Steve’s sculpted body became covered in sweat and his mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean. The second dream was about Thor; the god of thunder was, to use a very apt term, in the buff. His hammer Mjolnir was on the ground with the handle sticking up in the air. Thor spread his legs and squatted over it, slowly lowering himself until the handle penetrated his anus and Coulson watched as he fucked himself on it. The dreams continued to escalate in homoerotic content, soon he was dreaming about the men having sex with each other and each fantasy turned him on more than the last. The other night he dreamt about Tony Stark, Bruce Banner and agent Fitz having a conversation about theoretical high-energy… something exceedingly scientific that Coulson didn’t understand. It didn’t matter because it wasn’t long before they all decided to take their clothes off and shove their tongues up each other’s asses. But this newest dream was different; it wasn’t just the first one that made Coulson ejaculate, it made him feel different too. It was like this one had proven to him that these fantasies really were a reflection of built-up homosexual desires. Phil rubbed his forehead and tried to make sense of these strange but exciting new feelings. Still feeling tired, he decided to go back to sleep and hope to figure out what was happening to him another time. But as he started to doze off again he couldn’t help but wonder what might happen in his next dream.