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Welcome to the Captain America: The First Avenger kink meme! The general rules are below, but can also be found in the
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That’s when one of his classmates pulls him aside on night, a late night after life drawing, and tells Steve that his friend’s looking for new boys. Steve fits the bill.
“How’s your gag reflex?” Mr. Zoot Suit asks as he prowls the room, circles Steve, and inspects him from top to bottom.
“I... Fine, sir.”
“Good. Show me.”
Mr. Zoot Suit pushes Steven to his knees. He unzips his pants and untucks his penis.
As Steve takes the penis in his mouth, he thinks, for the first time, that he’s thankful his mother’s no longer alive.
Mr. Zoot Suit takes half of what Steve earns and never tells him his name.
It’s not that bad, he tells himself as he lets some strange man fuck him. It’s his third client of the evening.
“You’d make me more money,” Mr. Zoot Suit says as he counters out Steven’s bit on his desk, “If you shaved and put on a skirt. Shelia.”
Two weeks after taking Mr. Zoot Suit’s suggestion, Steve has enough to buy art supplies and some make-up. He then gets himself a pretty wig and a pair of heels he can walk in.
When he goes out as Shelia, the neighborhood boys cat call him. Steve... smiles.
He smiles until one night when they gang bang him in the alley.
He says little when one of the johns takes out Shelia; if he does, he always reminds to raise his voice to an alto two.
Some drunkard rapes him and beats him up. He can’t work for two weeks as the wounds heel. Mr. Zoot Suit tells Steve that’s what happens when he resists.
Steve always thinks of his mother when the johns fuck him. It keeps him soft and that keeps the johns happy. He even now has a couple repeat costumers.
God help him, he’s getting good at this. Shelia has a reputation.
Soldiers on leave are the best. Steve loves them. He wants to be them. They take him out to the clubs or bring him back to a hotel for the weekend. They tell him stories about training and the upcoming war. They hold him after sex. They make him feel safe. They make him feel ashamed.
“I quit,” Steve tells Mr. Zoot Suit. “I’m going to join the Army."
Mr. Zoot Suit laughs at him. He laughs at him as he assaults Steve for daring to leave. Steve takes it. He gets up, after, wipes a tear from his eye.
He’ll show Mr. Zoot Suit. He’ll show all of them.
On his fifth attempt to enlist, Dr. Erskine asks him to volunteer for Project Rebirth.
The doctor doesn’t ask if Steve has a gag reflex.
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Even so, I may never stop laughing at Steve going in to resign. Oh sweetie, it really isn't that kind of job. You can just leave!
Good job, and I hope OP also gets a serious fill.
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Not bad on the ending, and the mirrored bookends work fairly well to give a sense of closure. With a little expanding, it could also be used to explore the symbolism that Steve is just selling himself to a new sort of John, now that he's Government Issue and all. You have some serious trouble when it comes to compression. Most of the story is told instead of shown (see Steve's gangbang), and the narrative doesn't treat traumatic events with the weight they deserve (again, the gangbang). There's also a lot of questions about gender constructs in the 1940s that get skimmed. Steve may not be the most stereotypically masculine of men pre-serum, but he still considers himself definitely male. There's no time spent parsing how being "better" when presenting as a woman affects him, which is a question I'd like to see seriously dealt with even if it's not part of the A-plot.
I recommend giving some serious consideration about how Steve's motivation and needs change. Art school as a motivator seems to fade away about halfway through, but there's no apparent reason for it. The replacing of art with military as a goal doesn't really make sense without some heavy digging. I can see how, hypothetically, Steve's self-worth might have been dragged so far down that he dropped art. Then, when he starts being treated well by soldiers, that could be something to latch onto, and it would almost make sense. But there would be some fairly heavy psychological digging involved, and the level you'd need to break Steve down to possibly wouldn't be worth the payoff.
TL;DR, this needs another 10,000 words to do the story justice. Lacking that, pick a place to focus and expand it into one scene. Show, don't tell!
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This. So much.
As far as I can tell, that's all you really needed to say. It's really more of an outline than a story.
I'm sorry your beta work got beleeeted. I really liked it.
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I disagree. Having the rape and gangbang offscreen made it more powerful for me. What's unseen is often scarier than what's right in front of you.
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But they didn't happen 'offscreen'. They happened right there. Just, you know, poorly described.
"He smiles until one night when they gang bang him in the alley."
If this is powerful writing for you, I advise you to avoid, oo, Dan Brown. The sheer uncontrolled power of getting a laundry list of events and characteristics may blow you to Oz.
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Right, like if it was implied rape, that's cool, but it wasn't. It was stated rape.
You could imply without showing by having a scene where Steve's picking himself up off the pavement and trying to hold himself together.
As I said, it really feels more like an outline.
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That's not powerful writing, anon. Powerful writing is this:
A bottle rolled under Steve's foot as he stumbled backwards. The Heels were strapped on, and he couldn't kick them off, but he wobbled. No one had ever taught him to balance in stilettos, and now he couldn't run. "Stay-- stay away!"
"What's wrong, doll? I thought you were looking for a real man!" The big redhead boy grinned and elbowed his buddies. He was big, bigger than Steve, bigger than a house it seemed, all heavy flesh and bone. From three feet, Steve could easily smell his rotting teeth. It churned his stomach.
There was just the bottle, a few beat up trash cans and no way to run. Steve's heart pounded up behind his eyes. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening.
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Of course, if you disagree or think that prompt deserves another fill, then more power to you, anon, and I'm looking forward to reading your take on it. But don't say this version can't carry a powerful impact.
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Did you mean 'inherent'?
I only ask because the poster of the fic made a very similar error with 'costumer' for 'customer'. Rely on your autocorrect less, bb. :D
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Please take it to the guidelines post to continue the chatter so we can keep the prompt post for prompting and filling.
I am freezing this thread.
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