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Tony was watching Peter on his tablet again. Or rather, Tony was watching Steve watching Peter on his tablet. Waiting patiently for the show to begin. Peter had curled up on the closet floor, burrowing his face into the plush carpet as he tiredly sniffled. Steve was standing like a freshly teenage boy that had just gotten a boner for the first time, staring at the neighbour boy.

Bucky sat impassively next to Tony as he too watched the screen, Natasha long gone.

"Alright, come on, Steve," Tony muttered to himself when the man still hadn't moved from the doorway. Almost as if he could hear him from practically a hundred floors up, Steve took a cautious step, then two toward Peter, who eyed him nervously.

Kneeling down, Steve slotted his arms under Peter and gently flipped him over, moving the confused boy onto all fours again and maneuvering him much like a doll. He pressed down on Peter's upper back until Peter lowered his chest and head to the floor, keeping his ass up in the air, presented the same way he and Tony had drilled into Bucky.

"Audio on, FRI," Tony demanded, just as Steve reached to Peter's surely tired ass, and gingerly pushed a finger inside. Peter let out a small whine, closing his eyes tiredly and wincing as Steve began pushing the finger in and out. He whimpered as one finger quickly became two, his ass still loose from the fisting and enema, and then two became three. "Atta boy." Tony nodded, satisfied. He leaned back in his chair to relax and watch the show.

Steve used his other free hand to gently trace down Peter's skin, watching it shiver under his light touch. He continued to coax sweet whines and exhausted huffs from Peter, internally brushing against Peter's prostate relentlessly. Eventually, Peter began to wriggle around, weakly trying to escape the consistent teasing of his prostate. Steve simply grabbed him around the waist to hold him still, and doubled his attentions.

Peter cried out, whining loudly again as Steve continued internally petting him with deft fingers, his cock stiffening until it bounced against his thighs. "Please, no-" Peter begged in a sob, thinking of both the hot sauce torment he'd just endured and the constant orgasming from the morning. "Please no more-"

His pleading appeared to fall on deaf ears, as Steve stroked Peter closer and closer to his first orgasm, only for his fingers to still in Peter's ass, waiting silently until the sensation disappaited, and Peter's cock softened to a half chub, hanging limply against his ballsack. Peter panted, his breathing slowing back down at the steady peak that had been building vanished.

Then, Steve tightened his arm around Peter's middle, and crooked his finger against the bundle of nerves. Peter jolted, Steve starting to stroke the prostate once more. Peter began to quietly moan, limp in Steve's arms as he was held up, his cock once again stiffening.

Tony unzipped his pants and nodded his head down. Bucky sunk to his knees, wincing as his cuts from earlier stung against the floor. He pulled Tony's dick out and gave it a few quick strokes until it was at full hardness, then swallowed the penis with one quick dip of his head.

Bucky is far more versed at sucking cock than Peter is, and it's the first decent blowjob Tony's had since he took over the project of breaking Peter in. Peter let out a loud moan, forgetting his shyness as Steve started to edge him closer and closer to orgasm again.

Then, Steve's fingers once again stilled.

Peter whined, eyes opening as his orgasm once again fell apart, dumbly sitting still in Steve's arms.

For the next ten minutes, Tony gets the biggest tease show an evil super genius could ask for. Peter is brought to the edge only to be disappointed countless times, Steve playing against his prostate like a musician with a guitar, fingers constantly ghosting over Peter's skin.

It got Peter so desperate, he started fucking himself onto Steve's fingers unintentionally each time he paused, his cock hard and leaking, but never coming. He was whining and whimpering and moaning frantically, crying out as he fucked himself on Steve's fingers, but still wasn't able to find any release.

After almost half-an-hour, and really the time was by in a blink for Tony, his phone rang shrilly with one of the dozens of alarms reminding him to go eat, drink water, or go to bed. He looked down, as if almost remembering the very bored super soldier cock warming him, and slowly slid out from Bucky's mouth, a trail of drool following his dick.

"Let's go give the kid some relief, Buck." Tony said decidedly, patting his thigh twice as he stood, an owner signaling for their dog to heel. Bucky followed behind him, trailing him to the elevator and standing in the corner, arms held stiffly behind his back. He subtly flexed his jaw, trying to ease the ache. He could see the bulge waiting in Tony's pants.

Tony is slow as he peruses down the hall to his bedroom, lingering outside the closet door for a moment before finally pulling it open. Bucky shifted from one foot to the other, adjusting his position in order to catch a quick look at the young teen. Peter looked spent, utterly exhausted like a racehorse after ten rounds on the track.

"Go get on the bed." Tony ordered calmly, the boy staring wearily up at him as soon as he'd opened the door. Slowly, he pushed himself up to his feet and trudged into the bedroom, dejectedly climbing onto Tony's bed and sitting, already despondent as he tried to prepare himself for whatever new mental or physical torment awaited.

Tony turned and shot Bucky a look, and the soldier silently retreated from the room, closing the doors behind him. Slowly, he hooked his finger through his tie and loosened it, then pulled it away completely and dropped it to the floor.

Peter flushed beet red as Tony continued to fully undress himself, the first time he'd ever done so in front of him. He awkwardly turned his head away, cringing with disgust, just as Tony slipped his thumb through the waistband of his boxers.

No matter.

Tony first moved to his, to put it bluntly, sex toy drawer, reaching in and pulling out a simple black silicone band, with one circular ring on top and two ovals on the bottom. Using Peter's lack of awareness against him, Tony quickly pushed Peter down onto his back and held him down with a firm hand on his hip, then grabbed his cock and balls and quickly pulled on the silicone rings before Peter could try pulling himself away.

Peter weakly lifted his head to try to catch a glimpse of his new accessory, face twisted with obvious confusion. Tony grabbed him from under his arms and lifted him back up enough to slide him further down onto the bed, until his back rested against Tony's pillows.

Tony grabbed a bottle of lube-really he might have had a slight problem at this point-and generously coated his cock with the slick. Peter whimpered, turning his face somewhat to hide it behind one of the pillows, body already tense with anxiety.

Peter is silent as Tony gets onto the bed, repositioning his hips and pulling open his legs. He breathed out a soft, tired sigh as Tony easily pressed into his ass for the first time, the ring of muscle letting Tony in easily compared to the gauntlet or Bucky's own fist.

Tony may be a well-blessed man, but he thanks any God there is left that he was never that blessed.

It doesn't take too long for Peter's cocklet to harden again, pointing up toward the ceiling and jolting lightly with each of Tony's thrusts. Tony grunted, his fingers digging into the boy's hips and surely leaving marks behind that would show by tomorrow. Peter began to pant, his back arching as he let out breathy little moans, fingers grasping the smooth bedsheets.

The billionaire watched as the boy's peak continued to loom nearer and nearer, until Peter was so tense with pleasure he could no longer muffle the moan he'd been trying to hold back, throwing his head back.

Then, in a split second, Tony watched the insane pleasure shift into unbearable pain.

And Peter screamed.

Peter woke to the lights being turned on abruptly, and his arm being grabbed and then yanked as he was pulled up. A new man was in the room with him, blond, with uncomfortable blue eyes and a clenched jaw, constantly staring to the side. Not that most people looked Peter in the eyes here. He weakly whimpered as the man started to drag him down winding hallways in this expensive-looking penthouse, his feet tripping up underneath him as he was practically carried to an elevator.

The doors opened automatically, and the two stepped inside, the doors sliding shut and leaving them in the dim lighting. The man pushed no button, and yet the elevator began to move, down down down, for a full minute in silence.

The doors swung open again to another dimly lit, grey hallway. The hand on Peter's bicep tightened, and the man pulled him out of the elevator. "Where are we?" Peter uttered as they began to walk down these hallways, his voice obviously terrified.

The man didn't answer, just stopped him in front of a door, and tightened his grip on Peter's arm as he pushed open the door and marched him inside.

"Oh my God-" He heard the achingly familiar sound of his mother, head automatically turning toward her voice, eyes wide as saucers. His mother and father were in a tiny, cramped cell in the far end of the room, both holding each other close as they looked out through the bars at him.

"Mom-" He pulled instinctively toward them, and the man's hand dropped from his arm. Peter ran to the other side of the room and collapsed to his knees, his parents reaching through the bars to touch his face and chest, running their hands over every sensitive part of him (almost).

But for once, Peter welcomed the touch with open arms, sobbing as he pressed against the freezing cold bars, his mother running her fingers through his hair, now greasy from all the sweat and exhaustion from the past day. "Mom, please help-" His words shook as they tore from his chest, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. "I wanna go home, please, dad-"

"Oh, baby, what did they do to you-" His father cried, squeezing Peter's face like he couldn't believe he was finally back in front of him.

The door opened, and Peter jolted, looking back at Tony as he stood in the doorway with wide eyes. Why hadn't he heard him walk up to the door? "God, I just love reunion scenes," Tony commented, clapping his hands together. He shoved the blond harshly to the side, who hardly looked like he cared about the aggression, but rather was trying not to get sick. "Let's see if Peter recognizes who this is."

For a second Peter thought Tony was referring to the man in the room, only for him to step aside as a woman with deep red hair stepped into the room. He felt his parents' hands tighten, squeezing his hands like he was going to be pulled away from them.

"No, no, please-" His father begged for him, Tony's eyes trained on Peter and only Peter. "He's a little boy!"

"Oh, Richard." Tony sighed fondly. It felt like a rope was tied around all of Peter's organs, squeezing tight as his tormentor uttered his father's name. "This isn't even the fun part. You want to know the fun part?" He slowly leaned forward, Peter's eyes zeroed in on him wearily. "You think her job is as the torturer."

Those words only served to make his parents panic harder, his father slamming an open palm down against the metal bars as his mother screeched out terrified profanities, words Peter had never heard his mild-mannered scientist mother use before.

The blond started forward and grabbed Peter's shoulders, easily pulling him away from his protesting parents and spinning him around to fully face Tony and the woman. His mother and father both let out horrified gasps as they caught sight of the tapered end of the dildo in Peter's ass, his mother beginning to cry as she hid her face against his father's shoulder.

"What have you done to him?" Richard yelled, each word tearing straight from his vocal cords and leaving him hoarse as he continued to scream, "He's a little kid!"

Tony surveyed Peter passively. "Not that little." He finally decided, gesturing to the woman next to him. "Steve, Natasha, and you've met Buck."

The metal arm glinted as the super soldier stepped into the room, and Peter's mother let out a long, broken-hearted cry. "Please don't hurt him-" She begged faintly.

"I already have, Mary." Tony assured him, clapping a hand down on Peter's shoulder and smiling as he flinched. "It wouldn't have gotten this far if you had cooperated from the beginning. Want to tell me what you've been working on yet?"

"We did!" Richard all but roared, slamming a fist against the bars again. "We've told you every project Shield was involved with, starting six months before we ever even went to work with them, every piece of research-"

"Peter." Tony asked calmly. "Do I like liars?"

Peter stared at him breathlessly for a moment. Sucking in a breath, his lips unstuck themselves long enough for him to utter, "No, sir."

"Has anything about the way I've treated you today led you to believe that your parents would risk going behind my back for fourteen years, for a few half-baked tech ideas and experiments?" Tony continued to press. Peter silently shook his head, breath hitching in his throat.

"Please, hurt me, don't hurt him-" Richard begged. "Let him go, he has no-" Tony's glare slowly moved to him, and whatever words were about to follow became stuck in his throat.

"Until you tell me what project was so irresistible you had to leave in such a hurry." He started to calmly state. "My colleagues and I are going to torture Peter for the next-?" He looked to Natasha and raised an eyebrow.

She studied Peter with her own hardened gaze, then looked back at them. "Thirty minutes minimum." She calmly stated. Peter's legs gave out from under him, buckling as he hit the ground. His mother began to sob again.

Still, his parents didn't speak up. Tony formed the same gun shape with his fingers and cocked them. Steve grabbed Peter's shoulders and hauled him back up to his feet, maneuvering him onto a small massage table. He positioned him on his hands and knees, then grabbed the base of the dildo nestled in Peter's ass and slowly began to pull.

Peter whimpered and whined, wriggling as Steve pressed the small of his back down, pinning his chest to the table while his ass stayed in the air.

"You fucking bastards-" He could faintly hear his father yelling. "You fucking bastards, he's a kid! He hasn't done anything-"

Peter squealed as the dildo finally began to make its way out of his ass, his parents, horrified yelling only growing in terror and anger as they realized just how big the plug in their son's ass was. Steve got to the realistic clenched fist of the gauntlet, twisting the plug as he continued to force it out, Peter screaming and beginning to cry from the agonizing pain until it finally pulled free with a sharp pop.

Tony smacked Peter's spent ass, watching his star gape and wink as it slowly started to shrink down to size. Bucky quickly stepped in as Steve moved aside, pushing three metal fingers into the stretched ass and beginning to fuck them in and out. Peter panted, almost relaxing into Bucky, his ass more than relieved to be gone of the heavy weight of the dildo.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you two used him every day." Tony laughed cruelly, Bucky adding a fourth finger and continuing to piston in and out. "With a little bit more training, I wouldn't be shocked if he could take Jolly Green no problem."

Mary let out another broken-hearted sob, and Tony winked at her. Richard glared at him, but pointedly avoided looking at his son, and covered his wife's face. "You're a sick fuck." He accused through gritted teeth. "We've told you everything we know."

Tony surveyed him for a moment longer. "Must be a pretty good secret if you're still keeping it." He mused. "Peter, my boy-"

Richard lunged at the cage, slamming his fist against the bar over and over, even as an ugly purple bruise began to form down the side of his wrist, and all the way up to his pinkie finger. "He's not your boy!" He yelled. "He's not your anything! Let him go, you sick twisted fuck-"

"FRIDAY." Tony vocalized, and in one second a clear panel of glass moved out from the wall over the bars, Richard's voice becoming muffled behind it and then completely silent as it entirely cut off the cell's sound.

"Peter can't hear you now." Tony calmly vocalized. "Although I'm sure you knew that, considering you worked on that soundproofing. And now, my colleague Natasha is going to have Peter pleasure her. Until he successfully makes her cum-and I'm sure of course you know how very difficult a feat that is, considering her time in the Red Room-he is going to be tortured with this."

Tony pulled a bottle from his pocket, and first displayed it to Peter's parents, then turned and held it just in front of his eyes. It looked like a bottle of homemade hot sauce, with a long list of chemical ingredients on the side. Instead of the usual hot sauce mascots, the picture on the bottle was of a needle in front of an arm flexing thick muscles. One of the symbols for super soldiers.

"Modified hot sauce." He said, offhandedly turning to look at the Parkers over his shoulder. "Even seasoning needs to be enhanced for enhanced humans, otherwise I get Steve complaining that the chicken is too bland. My Winter Soldier is going to coat his very expensive metal hand with this sauce, and until Peter manages to make Natasha come-" He cut off again and casually shrugged. "Enhanced food is really for enhanced individuals only, and that's just if you're eating it."

Peter weakly turned his head to the side to watch his parents silently begging from the other side of the glass. His mother had her hands clasped like she was in prayer, and both had heavy tears trailing down their cheeks.

Tony tilted his head to the ceiling. "FRI, anything good?"

"They are not releasing any information." A voice in the ceiling relayed calmly. Peter's eyes burned as he tried to look up and find where the voice was coming from, still being held down as Bucky-Winter Soldier?-slipped his thumb inside with his other fingers and fisted him. "They are merely requesting you set Peter free. They are attempting to inform you that Peter is, quote unquote, "sensitive".

"Well, he sure as shit is about to be if he isn't already." Tony barked out a cruel laugh. "Buck."

Bucky withdrew his fist, and Natasha calmly took off and discarded her pants, sitting down on the massage table and lifting Peter's head, adjusting it so he hovered just above her crotch. Peter's eyes misted with tears, and he began to sniffle, then cry to himself, weakly struggling in Bucky's hold one last time.

Natasha held his shoulders still as Tony poured a steady stream of the red sauce onto the silver metal. And with little fanfare, Bucky forced his fist back into Peter's ass, and Natasha pulled his face down to her cunt.

Bucky worked his hand around in Peter's ass, making sure to cover every inch he could reach, and paying careful attention to the bundle of nerves that shivered as he ghosted his burning fingers over it. Already Peter could feel a tingling deep in his ass, and with each passing second the sensation grew stronger and stronger, until he was wriggling from side to side in Bucky's hold, Natasha still forcing his face down.

Peter screamed as it felt like his entire body was on fire from the inside, the sound making vibrations course through Natasha's pussy as his lips moved against her skin. Natasha hardly blinked at the sensation.

Wave after wave of excruciating pain rolled through Peter as his tongue frantically darted out and began to flicker up and down against the spy's clit.

As Peter continued to buck like a bull, eventually a sheen of moisture began to coat her pussy, his hips snapping down hard into the massage table as his body continued trying to escape the burn. Bucky began to fist Peter with renewed efforts, each thrust focusing on Peter's prostate and the tingling nerves.

Natasha's eyes shut, and she just barely shifted in position, an entire fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. Peter was practically sucking on her clit, and with the vibrations each time he screamed, it was bringing her close to the edge far sooner than she'd first assumed.

She tilted her hips again and pressed Peter's face even deeper into her cunt, Peter only growing more and more animated as her pleasure continued to grow, her peak building and building.

Not letting Peter come up for air, she buried her face into her cunt, grinding her clit against his mouth and nose as she came on his face.

Bucky instantly removed his hand from Peter's ass, and Steve sprayed it with a hose he held at the ready to clean the sauce off the metal. With nothing holding Peter down save for Natasha, and nothing now to distract him from the burning pain burrowing itself deeper and deeper into his ass, he let out a scream until his voice cracked and vanished, sobbing as he gripped the massage table, writhing from side to side.

His cries filled the room, both his parents shamefully cowering with their eyes squeezed shut and their hands over their ears, only causing Peter to sob harder. Tony took the hose from Steve, maneuvered Peter so he was on his hands and knees, then pushed the nozzle into Peter's ass and began the stream. Peter let out a pained moan as his ass began to fill with blessedly cold water, the burning beginning to dissipate almost instantly.

When Peter's insides were heavy and uncomfortably full with water, the nozzle quickly pulled itself out, and was immediately replaced with the red buttplug from far earlier in the morning. Peter's ass squeezed around it, and he moaned, his cock giving the tiniest twitch. He felt like he was about to pee himself, and like he was about to have an accident if he couldn't make it to the bathroom.

"Steve," Tony said decisively after quickly surveying the room. "You deal with him." He demanded. Steve lifted Peter off the massage table and forced him to stand on shaking legs, Peter squeezing his legs together and whining as he shifted in place.

Steve led him out of the room and back to the elevator that had first brought him down. The doors opened, and it brought them up to the top floor, moving at the same snail-like pace. Peter bit his lip, shifting from foot to foot as he let out another high-pitched whine.

Steve guided him to the bathroom and carefully positioned Peter so he was hovering over the toilet. Then, he grabbed the base of the butt plug and quickly pulled. All the water poured out into the toilet, and Steve wiped Peter down, discarding the plug in the sink.

"Thank you," Peter said gratefully, almost moved to tears from the relief. Steve looked at him, and his eyes once again shifted uncomfortably, looking Peter up and down. Silently, he pulled him back out of the bathroom, and into the closet in Tony's bedroom.

"What a show, Stark." Thor praised under his breath, which essentially translated into yelling as he stepped into the hallway. Everyone glanced awkwardly toward him before nervously turning away and continuing to leave. Conversations hesitently warbled back into the air. Tony smirked, a small, similarly satisfied grin on Rhodey's face as he followed them into the hall, and toward the elevator.

Tony glanced toward Steve, whose eyes flickered over to him before he quickly turned away. His grin only widened. "He's jealous. He thinks I'm a monster. He thinks it's inhumane. Worst of all, he thinks I won't share." Thor barked out a laugh, Rhodey snorting and shaking his head fondly.

"Your own kid is a year older." Rhodey pointed out. "Morgan's only twelve years younger than him. He had a Halloween costume in his backpack."

"And yet the Parkers aren't cooperating with my demands." Tony said calmly. "He's mine. After I deal with Winter."

There was always a notable level of distance between Bucky and heavy discipline. Winter always found a way to worm his way out and take the scheduled lessons. Unless Tony was quick with punishments, he'd even front in between the first and second strike of a whip, a sharp shift in the glint trapped behind the intentional glaze in Bucky's eyes as he filed the beating someplace far from his memory.

Tony hardly complained. Winter was easy to deal with.

He goes to the punishment room where Winter is already predictably waiting, Bucky done dealing with Peter's misery as soon as he was allowed to, and Winter prepared and ready for the beating he was due.

"How many, Winter?" He asked, and Winter looked back at him in one of the full-length mirrors, keeping his eyes trained down at Tony's polished leather shoes.

"'Seventy, sir." He answered automatically. "Ten for pity, ten for hesitation, and fifty for sympathy."

"Good." Tony turned his head, impassively judging all the weapons on the walls, canes and whips. "What will I use, Winter? You'll use the same, when you repeat this punishment on Peter."

For the first time since Tony had invented extermis and, as the kids said, gone off his shit, the Winter Soldier was dead silent behind him. Tony could feel the room's air shift and fill with the intoxicating scent of fear. He turned his head and was face to face with not Winter, not Buck, not even Bucky, but the wide-eyed Sergeant, James Barnes.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled ravishly. "Hello, James." He said smoothly. "How many now?"

James' eyes flickered side to side, from Tony to the wall to the door to the flogs and whips and canes and switches and rulers, to the monitors in the far side of the room displaying his own body rutting against a young boy's face, or sodomizing his tight ass on his metal fist.

He finally looked back at Tony, then to the ground. "Five for looking at you." He started, and Tony's eyes glinted with delight. "Twenty for pity, twenty for hesitation, one hundred for sympathy." His breath hitched, and Tony's eyes darkened as they narrowed in warning. "Five for showing fear." He amended. "And twenty-five for him. One hundred and seventy-five."

Tony quirked an approving smile. "Which one, James?"' He prompted, nodding to the wall of punishment tools again.

In a flash, James' eyes flashed then hardened, the glint of steady determination back behind his gaze. "A ruler." Winter requested, and Tony turned, perusing the small selection before grabbing one and turning back to his dog. "And the taser," Winter added hastily.

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Playing dirty, Winter." He tutted, but agreeably backed off and grabbed the little black box, then grabbed the rubber mouth guard. He slotted it into Winter's open mouth and teasingly shook the taser in his hand.

Winter steeled himself in his position, and so Tony, wasting little opportunity, clicked the taser's button as he held it against the super soldier's thigh, holding it down for ten seconds as Winter threw back his head with a controlled groan.

"Ten." Tony counted. "One hundred and sixty-five to go." He promised.

The next fifteen counts are sharp hits with the ruler to the fronts of Winter's shins, a favourite spot of Tony's, considering how often he was on his knees.

"One hundred and fifty to go." Tony reminded steadily, Winter getting his breathing under control as he drew heavy breaths through his nose.

Tony pressed the taser against Winter's unprotected ribs and fired off the next string of electricity, holding down the button for a full fifty seconds this time, even as Winter stayed locked tilted to the side and half curled in against his ribs, a deep wince on his face as he let out a muffled scream into the mouthpiece.

"Don't tell me he's making you soft," Tony complained as he finally released the trigger, Winter curling in on himself and taking in forced deep breaths through his nose. "One hundred." He raised two fingers and pressed them into Winter's ribs, relishing in the pained yet cut-off cry, and twisting them cruelly to watch Winter's face contort with his pain. "Perhaps I didn't leave you with the Russians long enough last time you pissed me off."

Winter's eyes snapped back open, and he looked at Tony out of the corner of his vision like a wounded dog.

"You're going to torture him," Tony promised in a whisper. He reared back his arm and swung down, the whip slashing against Winter's shins as he winced, bracing himself against the sting. Another perfectly equal fourteen strikes follow, Winter doing little more than reacting at each one with a slight grunt. "In front of his hippie dippie parents. Until they give me what I want. You haven't the slightest bit of choice. He will beg and cry and scream and, in part, blame you for not helping him." Tony continued darkly.

He placed the taser down on Winter's crotch, just above his cock, and let the electricity roll through him for ten agonizing seconds. He listened to Winter's scream with closed eyes, the sound rolling through him like a storm.

"Seventy-five." Tony updated the count and raised the ruler again.

Twenty more hits, ten on each leg. Blood sliced on his legs and dripped down the pale skin, drying and reopening with fresh blood each time Tony raised the ruler and lowered the taser.

The taser was pressed against the innermost side of his thigh, right where it met his crotch. This shock lasted only five seconds, but Winter screamed into his mouth guard, biting down on the rubber and grinding his teeth back and forth. He arched his back up out of the chair and screamed again, eyes rolling back into his head.

"Have to make it even, you know how I am," Tony said darkly as the electricity finally stopped and Winter collapsed into his chair. The taser moved to the other leg, and the pain started anew with another simple "click". Winter howled like the dog he was, body seizing up as his entire muscles spasmed.

When the pain finally stopped, Winter growled in his next breaths, each one wheezed and huffing, his shoulders shaking.

"Forty-five," Tony said calmly. The next twenty-five swings disappear into the mess of cuts and bruises littering his shins, each sharp thwack resonating through the room. "Twenty."

Winter shut his eyes and braced himself, already knowing the next twenty seconds of electricity would be rounding out his punishment. The only worry was where Tony would place the taser. Mind already decided, Tony casually strolled around to the other side of Winter, placed the taser at the base of his spine, and clicked the trigger as soon as metal prongs met flesh.

Winter screamed bloody murder, back arching instinctively away even as Tony harshly grabbed his shoulder and pushed the taser even deeper into the bone of his spine. His body seized again but this one long and unbroken, even as Tony finally pulled away, the soldier finally collapsing against himself and the floor as he stared up at the ceiling and panted.

Tony loomed over him and calmly looked down. "Clean yourself up and meet me in interrogation room one." He sneered, then calmly set down the weapons for Bucky or Winter to clean, and turned and left the room.

Peter whined, squirming as he straightened out, the new feeling of the anal plug more than uncomfortable. He had thought he was going to pass out when Tony was fingering him open, and his legs shook uncontrollably underneath him as Bucky led him back to Tony's room, opened the closet, and gently pushed him to the floor.

He stared up at him, eyes begging for a shred of sympathy or some sign that he'd secretly called the police, or someone to come free Peter. He got a blank stare in return as the closet door was shut.

The closet was by no means small, in fact it was the size of the bathroom at his parent's apartment, if not bigger, and the light was turned on as he heard the sound of the door locking. There wasn't actually any clothing in the room, just empty shelves and closet rods. In fact, the only other thing in the room besides them and the light was a circular security camera in the middle of the ceiling, with a little blinking blue light.

And, just as Peter tilted his head back to try and examine the camera above him, the plug in his ass began to vibrate.

It was hardly a high setting, but it still made Peter jolt and let out a short cry of shock, grabbing onto one of the metal shelves as he squeezed his eyes shut, uncomfortably shifting from side to side. The buzzing felt relentless, and like it was stirring up his insides. Instinctively, a hand moved behind him in a vain attempt to yank the plug out of his ass himself, and the vibrations increased tenfold.

Peter practically screamed as he crumpled down to the floor, writhing as the vibrations lowered somewhat, but were now noticeably stronger than they had been in the beginning. His back arched off the ground as his body tried to escape the internal sensation, and he let out a high-pitched wail.

The vibrations tapered off again and his stiff body instantly collapsed against the floor, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to keep his breathing calm, and stop his growing panic. His heart was beating like a hummingbird's, and his body was growing sweaty with exhaustion. He let out another sob, hands moving up to cover his face.

Then the vibrations struck again, and Peter screamed, almost bucking off the floor entirely as his hips thrust out instinctively and his back arched again.

"Please!" He screamed through his tears. "Somebody please help me, please!"

The vibe stilled in his ass, and Peter flipped himself onto his stomach, moaning into his arm as he panted. There was a long moment of silence as he stayed with his head down and covered, a few minutes passing like nothing had happened in the first place.

Slowly, Peter raised his head. His arms shook slightly as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. He took in a few shaky breaths, gripping the carpet with his hands in an attempt to stabilize himself. Right as he began to sit back up into a kneeling position, the vibrations began anew, the fastest they'd been yet.

Peter screeched as he collapsed back down onto his elbows, then onto his stomach, digging his nails into the carpet as every muscle in his body tensed at the relentless stimulation. "No, no, no!" He sobbed.

From beneath him, there was the faintest twitch in his cock. Rapidly and painfully, it began to stiffen into an erection, bouncing against his thighs every time he moved slightly to try and find a less unbearable position. His cock rubbed uncomfortably in the admittedly plush carpeting as his hips jerked against the floor, the muscles in his legs and arms spasming from strain.

After another minute of crying and the incessant vibrations, Peter tucked his head back under his arms as he let out a loud scream, and his cock limply jumped once before spraying out a spurt of jizz.

Even after cumming, the vibrations didn't stop or lessen their intensity, and Peter screamed bloody murder for an entire minute as his ass was brutally overstimulated. Finally, the vibrator lessened, until it felt like it was hardly on, and Peter collapsed into a ball, sobbing and blubbering. He sniffled, the tears in the corner of his eyes burning. His entire body was shaking, the very muscles quivering.

He heard the sound of the door opening behind him and Bucky stomped in and stormed over to Peter like he'd insulted every aspect of his life and appearance. He had a heavy looking black duffel bag with him, that he dropped on the floor as he zeroed in on Peter.

Peter shrieked as Bucky tightly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down, holding him down as he unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out a spreader bar, with attatchments at the ankles and the knees. He tightened it onto Peter, then pulled out a long fleshlight.

Spitting on his metal hand, he weakly tugged on Peter's cock a few times as Peter cried out.

"Puh-Please st-stop-" Peter begged weakly as Bucky slotting the fleshlight onto Peter's cock. "Please no-no-!" His tearful screaming turned to sobs as both the fleshlight and anal plug turned on at max power, his entire ass and crotch shaking. His dick rapidly hardened, tugged down both by the pulling of the fleshlight and its heaviness due to its size against his small prick.

He collapsed down again, but with the spreader bar, only his chest fell, his legs still up behind him on his hands and knees, his ass held in the air. He shot another load, the fleshlight making his cock slick with his own cum as he moaned and whimpered.

The vibrations continued unceasing, never slowing or lowering in intensity. Peter continued to cry and wail, but Bucky wrenched his head back and slotted a penis shaped gag into his mouth. Peter choked around it as his head was forced back down.

From behind him, he heard the faintest sound of a zipper, and Bucky's dick was pulled out from behind his dark grey pants. Bucky grabbed a handful of Peter's hair and lifted his face up, beginning to slide his cock against the side of Peter's cheek and jaw, the tip of his member barely grazing Peter's ear with each thrust.

Peter cringed from both pain and embarrassment, shrinking back as his limbs shook under the strain of supporting him. He cried out against the penis gag as he came again, a pitiful amount of see-through jizz spurting into the fleshlight.

The vibrations continued on and Peter began jerking madly in an attempt to escape the pain, Bucky's thrusting against his face only growing more rapid. Finally he pulled back, forced Peter's eye to stay open, and shot of long stream of cum right into his face.

Peter screeched bloody murder, wriggling frantically in Bucky's hold as he shook his head, curls shaking back and forth. Bucky tilted his head back so the cameras could get a good look, then dropped Peter's head entirely and smacked him harshly across the ass.

Peter sobbed, blubbering as his cheek fell into the carpet, his ass weakly wiggling at the sting of the slap at the ever consistent vibrations in his ass. They pulled another three orgasms from his spent dick, one right after the other until each shot was dry and painful.

Then, the vibrations stopped entirely.

The fleshlight was pulled from his dick and tossed casually to the side, and then Bucky began to tease the anal plug in and out of Peter's ass. Peter whined, moaning tiredly and panting as he tried once again to catch his breath around the gag, Bucky swirling the plug around the tip of his ass before fully pulling it out and similarly discarding it.

Peter relaxed somewhat into the carpet, shutting his eyes in relief that his ordeal was finally over.

Then, Bucky calmly reached into the duffel bag, and pulled out a dildo that appeared to be a perfect size replica of the Iron Man gauntlet, clenched in an intimidating fist. Eyes wide, he rolled onto his back and squealed into his gag, rapidly shaking his head no and begging with garbled syllables into the penis.

Bucky grabbed the very fleshlight that had been tormenting Peter prior, and dumped the contents onto the dildo, spreading Peter's cum carefully over the fake metal deatailing and sculpted fingers. Peter screamed into the gag as Bucky flipped him onto his stomach and gave an investigative poke at his ass with a cold metal finger.

Collecting more of the cum that rested on the tip of Peter's dick with his metal hand, Bucky began to finger open the wriggling boy, ignoring Peter's wailing about the cold and pleadings for him to stop and let him go.

When the boy was screaming as his ass bounced back and forth on Bucky's metal fist, he slowly withdrew it from his now gaping ass, and began to force the gauntlet vibe in as a replacement. Peter howled as Bucky twisted the dildo deeper and deeper, until the entire thing disappeared into his ass, save for the tapered end.

Then he silently stood, turned, and left the room, locking it behind him.

It was the dead of night when he finally entered the room, Peter curled up and fast asleep, a woeful, pitiful frown on his adorable face. His nose scrunched up in his sleep, and he sniffled, some of the blood from his nose bleed still dried underneath his nose.

The lights turned on as he entered (FRIDAY), and a pair of pajamas held itself out to him as he reached his bathroom (Bucky-You see, this Tony rather likes his dog handing him things. Still unacceptable for anything else with a pulse).

He strips down for his usual ten-minute shower, Bucky mindlessly setting up his bathroom. Really, if the robots could be trusted with the simple task of squeezing some toothpaste out onto a brush, he could have been spared such menial work, but alas, even Tony isn't that much of a miracle worker.

By the time he's done, his towel has been perfectly warmed (FRIDAY) and he's quickly dried off and into his pajamas (Bucky, you see now how his usual nighttime routine works).

Back out into his bedroom, even with the light on, Peter is still fast asleep, shivering slightly under Tony's perfectly designed AC. As he walked to bed, Bucky grabbed the back of Peter's head and yanked him up, holding tightly to his hair. Peter let out a startled yelp, Bucky slapping him across the cheek.

"You don't make noise." Tony demanded warningly. Now that he was awake, Peter's legs shook uncontrollably beneath him. "You don't make noise when I'm trying to sleep." He elaborated. "Ever. You are going to warm my cock all night, and if you accidentally even scrape skin with teeth in your sleep, you'll live far, far long enough to regret it." He pulled the covers back, Peter's eyes already beginning to mist again with tears. "Buck. The rope."

Bucky let go, Peter's head thumping back down to the bed before he lifted it and attempted to move slightly so he was on his hands and knees instead of his stomach. He was unable to move much due to the short leash that was the belt still tying him down to the bedpost, and Tony could hear him letting out little hitched sobs and huffs, like a child trying not to cry.

Tony supposed, he was close enough.

Bucky grabbed a length of rope and undid the belt, Peter sucking in a small yet greedy breath of air as the supersoldier pulled his arms behind his back and tied them together. He doesn't struggle much even as Bucky does the same for his ankles, Tony getting into bed and leaving the bedsheets off him as he got comfortable.

It's when he's roughly laid down on his stomach, Tony balls deep in his throat again that he began to struggle, wriggling from side to side as he tried to lift his head back up. With his arms and legs tied, it's no easy feat, and the effort translated to little more than another poor attempt at a blowjob. Grabbing the back of Peter's head, Tony pushed it back down and held it there until he had good enough sense to keep still.

"Just breathe through your nose and go to sleep." Tony instructed calmly. "Or panic and choke yourself to sleep on it, I hardly care one way or the other." With no more fanfare, he grabbed the blankets and covered himself up, hiding Peter away out of sight and, almost, out of mind. He looked to Bucky and waved a hand to dismiss him.

The soldier turned and left, shutting the door behind him as he went to go see if Steve was awake.

Despite being in bed, it was another two hours before Tony managed to get himself to fall asleep. He worked on a few projects on his tablet before FRIDAY sent at least twenty reminders about his meetings tomorrow, ones he definitely needed to be awake and alert for. Peter fell asleep again relatively quickly, adapting far more easily than Tony had presumed. He had mentally prepared himself for a night of snot-filled crying and begging, only to be pleasantly surprised.

It had been a long time since he'd been surprised.

Unfortunately for Peter, Tony mused as he finally fell asleep, hyperfocused on the slow sucking of his cock the boy was doing in his sleep, he had far more to be desensitised to than blow jobs and light waterboarding.

He woke to FRIDAY's usual alarm system, pulling his covers off and risking the cold morning air to catch a sight of the boy still nestled against his crotch. Peter was drooling onto his skin, practically dead to the world as he slept.

Almost too beautiful to disturb.

Almost.

Tony was no stranger to a morning wood, nor to getting off first thing in the morning to whatever unlucky stranger who'd managed to wind up in his bed. Peter would be no different. He gave a warning thrust up into Peter's throat to wake him, the boy's nose slamming into his groin again and startling him awake. Tony tilted his head back, grabbed Peter's face to keep him still, and went to town.

Peter choked and gagged as Tony picked up a brutal pace, fucking him-quite frankly-like a two-bit hooker in the run-down bathroom of a skeezy club. He's halfway to shooting the first half of Peter's breakfast down his throat when the door opened and Sam stepped inside.

"Perfect timing Sam." Tony said with a pleased nod. "Swallow." He added, then shut his eyes as the orgasm he'd been chasing rolled over him. He reached underneath the blankets and pinched Peter's nose shut until he felt him swallowing around his dick.

Pulling the blankets away, he lifted Peter off of him and flipped him onto his back, the boy breathing shakily as Tony untied his ankles, then stood him up to untie his arms. "Take him to the kitchen and get him fed." He ordered, pushing the naked boy toward Sam.

He grabbed the teen by the arm and pulled him out into the hall. Tony could hear Peter speak, just before the door shut, another weak, whispered plea for help. He snorted at the mere idea. It hadn't set in yet. That was fine.

Tony appreciated a little appetizer before he got to the real meat of the main course.

Peter wasn't the first to try acting sweet or playing along, before realizing how well and truly fucked he was. Tony showered and dressed, styled his hair, and then perused through his drawers for a while. After a long moment of thought, he grabbed a small red buttplug and a blue bottle of lube. It was almost certainly Peter's first time, after all. He didn't want to break the boy.

Strolling out to the dining room, he made no effort to hide the items he held in his hands, all but whistling as he set them down on the table. Peter was sitting at the far end, a small bowl of fruit that was almost entirely finished in front of him.

Sam came in through the kitchen entrance and set a plate down in front of Tony, then set his own down and pulled out his chair. "There are complications with the Parkers."

Peter's head shot up as he stared over at the man, and Tony gave him a dry yet scathing look as the two ate their breakfast. "Not in front of him. After the meeting." Sam nodded in understanding, taking another bite of his food.

The door opened, and Bucky stepped inside, eyes trained on the walls straight ahead of him as he found a spot to stand and avoid eye contact with anyone else in the room. Peter eyed him nervously as he ate another grape.

"Buck." Tony vocalized once his plate was empty. "Sam, if you would."

Sam stood and moved the dishes out of the way, carrying them back into the kitchen to leave for one of the maids to take care of. Bucky grabbed Peter and pulled him out of his chair, the boy's fingers white as he gripped the wood for one terrified moment before his fingers slipped, and Bucky walked him to the other side of the table.

He forced the boy to lie down with his top half resting on the table, the boy beginning to panic and try to push himself back up as he was held down. "No! No, no, please!" He screeched. "Please no, please, I didn't do anything!"

Bucky's eyes flickered to Tony's for just a second, but it was long enough for Tony to grab the switch-he kept one in practically every room, they were the most convenient punishment tool-and slap it down onto his palm. The man didn't even flinch at the sting, but Peter, who'd taken some of the lash on his back, howled in pain, bursting into a new round of tears, just as Tony had planned.

He couldn't just leave Bucky uncorrected, but he also couldn't have Peter realize the man was just disobedient, even if he hadn't seen. Best to let him think the hit was for him.

Opening the bottle with a loud pop, he poured some of the lube out onto his fingers. "I don't need to hear you begging twenty-four hours a fucking day." He snapped, holding the bottle out so some of the cold liquid would drip down onto Peter's ass, the boy's skin shivering at the cold. "Next please out of your mouth is going to get a lot worse than that." He added in warning.

Peter's lip trembled as he let out little whimpered sobs, Tony moving his fingers slowly up and down, spreading the lube as he slowly narrowed in on his goal, Peter's tight little star. After he'd teased Peter into a frenzy, the boy practically shivering with anticipation and fear, he pushed the first finger inside.

Peter squealed like a stuck pig, wriggling around with newfound fervor under Bucky, legs scrambling underneath him yet going nowhere, his nails digging into the table as Tony continued to finger him open.

The second finger is even more fun, Peter beginning to moan out, voice filled with pain as he tried to hold back his screaming. Tony couldn't wait to hear how those would sound when he really got the boy going.

Three fingers almost make the boy pass out entirely.

After about five minutes of slow, patient scissoring, Tony forced his ring finger in, stretching the tight rim of muscle. Peter's mouth gaped open in a silent scream, gasping but unable to bring in air for the longest time. He slumped forward on the table, going completely limp before all the air was finally released from his chest, and he let out a shrill scream. With a grin, Tony started to rapidly thrust his three fingers in and out of the boy's ass, the scream continuing on unbroken for another twelve seconds before it tapered into a loud, exhausted cry, and more tears.

"Jesus, those lungs." Sam muttered from behind him.

Tony grabbed the buttplug, drizzling more lube onto the rubber, before slowly withdrawing his fingers from Peter's ass. It gaped a little as he left, but it soon stretched again as he began pushing the buttplug in. Peter wriggled slightly, whining in discomfort, but when the tapered end finally reached the ring of muscle, he collapsed back down onto the table.

"All done." Tony promised and slapped Peter's ass. "Right. Time for that meeting, Sam. Buck, keep an eye out. As soon as the meeting is done, put him in safekeeping and come see me." Tony's voice was ice, but all Bucky did was nod in response.

He turned and left the room, Sam following him out as they moved toward the elevators, leaving Peter and Bucky behind.

"Dunk him."

The man uttered the words and then the hands wrapped around the back of Peter's neck pushed him down into the metal bucket. Bubbles spilled from Peter's mouth and rushed to the top of the water, his hair floating out from him like a halo. His skinny legs kicked furiously, pinned down underneath the built man with the silver metal arm.

Peter spluttered as he was finally pulled out of the water, soaked curls plastered down onto his face and water dripping off his nose and chin.

The man casually leaning in the chair in front of him swirled his glass of whiskey, pausing to take a long sip. He waved his free hand casually as he set down the glass. "Again."

"No-" Peter begged, wide-eyed as his head was shoved back down underneath the water. Peter coughed, choking as water ran down his throat. He frantically struggled, boney fingers gripping the edge of the bucket as he tried to pull his face out of the water.

"Stop." The man was turned to the side, head titled back as he stared at the intricate designs on the ceiling. The man grabbed one of Peter's hands with his own hand, the metal one holding tight to his neck as he wrenched his fingers off the bucket and pulled him up.

Peter coughed violently, practically hacking out a lung. He wheezed, his breath rattling. He blinked the water out of his eyes and coughed more, shoulders rising and falling before his breathing grew more controlled.

Slowly, the man in the dark grey suit turned and tilted his head down, then shifted his body to once again face Peter and give him his attention. "Your father and mother did very good buisness for me for quite some time. And then forteen years ago-" He paused, grabbed his whiskey glass, and downed another swig. "-they rather unexpectedly disappeared from their home and my company. Do you know why that might be, Peter?"

"I-I don't know." Peter spluttered, teeth chattering at lightning speed. "My parents are obsessessed with bugs and insects. They study snails and spiders and praying mantises-even though snails are ah-actually mollusks." He coughed again, gagging up water.

"Your parents signed a contract of agreement to work for my company for the rest of their lives." The man reached out a hand and gripped Peter's chin, squeezing it painfully tight as he lifted Peter's face, his eyes darkening. "As part of that contract, they were under agreement to work until retirement or death, and once retired never work for another company again. To never even work at a damn gas station again. Last I heard from the SHIELD Christmas parties, mommy and daddy are as ambitious as I remember them to be."

Peter's eyes widened as his shivering turned into a violent shake. "I-I'm sorry." He stuttered, seemingly every muscle in his arms, legs, and back trembling. "I-I'm so-suh-sorry, I didn't know-I didn't know-puh-please-" Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as the man let go of his chin, leaning back in his chair.

"Relax." He demanded, but as Peter's muscles continued to spasm and he continued hyperventilate, he leaned forward and barked, "Enough!"

Peter let out a short cry of fear and immediatlly attempted to swallow his cries, gulping around the lump in his throat and sniffling. Eventually, he seemed still enough and silent enough to be acceptable, as the man finally leaned back and rested his arm on the cushioned arm of the office chair.

"I hardly like to kill little boys. Especially pretty little boys that haven't done a thing to me." He assured with another casual sip of his drink. He locked eyes with Peter and then brought his glass down to rest on his knee. "But I hardly like letting disrespect go unpunished. I hardly like people thinking my name is something to scoff at or doubt. Do you think my name is a joke, Peter? That it is not something to constantly and feverently fear?"

Peter's eyes were as wide as saucers. He silently shook his head, water dripping off his hair and onto the hard marble floors. They were freezing under his shins. His breathing was wet and rattled.

The man titled his head. "Do you know my name, Peter?" He questioned. He squinted his eyes as he gauged Peter's face with a disaproving frown. "You don't. You think your parents are innocent and lovely little scientists who raised you with juice boxes and Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friends. Did you leave out nuts for squirrels and seeds for birds and plant flowers in your garden for the bees?"

Peter began to shake again as he wrapped his arms around his sides. "Yes." He half whispered-half coughed. Sniffling, he started to silently cry again, lip quivering.

"Don't cry." The man ordered, and Peter hurriedly moved his hands to wipe at his face.

The man holding him briefly tightening his hold in case Peter was attempted to break free, which made Peter choke and almost begin to hyperventilate again. He weakly let out another whimper, and then was silent.

"You think that I'm furious with you, but I'm immersed with you." The man said steadily, staring at Peter with a dangerous smile. "I've won you, and you are a rather attractive prize."

Peter's mouth gaped open and closed a few times breathlessly as he shook, entire body practically locking up. "But-But I don't want to be a prize-" He breathed out pitchily, voice whining like a puppy staring at a treat held just out of reach.

"That's unfortunate for you, Peter. Because your parents didn't just disrespect a Hammer or Stane. They pissed off Tony Goddamn Stark. And you're the only person left in the entire world that doesn't know what the hell that name means kid, and by fuck are you about to."

He finished off his glass with a long sip, discarding it on the coffee table as he bent forward and grabbed the bucket, and dragging it until it sat in between his legs and the chair. "Buck."

He raised and beckoned three fingers, and the man knelt on Peter's legs stood, keeping his arms on Peter's neck and shoulder as he lifted him up so just half his legs dangled against the ground, and dragged him forward until they were a foot from Tony's chair. Dropping him back down to the floor, he knelt back down on Peter's legs, pining him down again.

Tony crooked his index finger underneath Peter's chin and tilted it up toward him. "My associate here is going to drown you in this bucket." He explained simply.

Peter's eyes widened in despair. "No!" He cried out. "Please-please-" He fell deadly silent as Tony's finger moved in a warning "shush" gesture, and his eyes shifted into a dark, terrifying shade of black in the low light of the room.

"He is going to repeatedly drown you in this bucket." Tony insisted. "Until I am satisfied in your abilities to suck my cock."

Peter went ghost white, and made a choked noise like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. Fresh, burning hot tears welled in his eyes, stinging with salt. They began to roll down his face and drip off his jaw, which had once more began to chatter. "No-No please-" He begged in a whine, chest shuddering as he failed to take in a breath. "Please don't-Please-"

The man waved his thumb, index, and middle finger, his ring and pinkie curled so his hand resembled a gun. Metal fingers dug further into Peter's skin and pushed him underneath the water. Peter struggled for a minute as his lungs burned and his chest burned and his head pounded like it was about to explode, and then Bucky pulled him upright again.

Tony had unbuckled the expensive dark leather belt and pulled it from the exspensive wool-cashmere suit pants, had unzipped the high-fashion zipper (as true a fact as it was ridiculous sounding) and pulled his cock out from his Swiss made luxury boxers. It wasn't particularly long, but it was thick, and he stroked it languidly.

He tilted his hips toward Peter who hurriedly pulled his head away even in Bucky's grip, and turned his head to the side, hiding his mouth against his shoulder. Bucky grabbed his head and wrenched it back so it faced straight, and shoved it back down into the freezing cold water. He held him under twice as long until Peter went limp in his arms, then finally lifted his head out of the water, holding it up by the hair.

Peter weakly coughed, and when he took in a rattly breath, Bucky moved his head back and wrenched his mouth open, Peter crying out as Bucky forcibly held his chin so his mouth stayed open, then forced his mouth down and onto Tony's cock.

Peter gagged, and as his mouth spasmed around the girth of Tony's dick, his top teeth scraped across the delicate skin. Tony grabbed a fistful of Peter's hair and pulled him back, slapping him across the face. Peter whimpered, a small bead of blood rolling down from his nose. He sniffled and it briefly moved back up, before travelling back down over his lips and chin.

Bucky held Peter back under the water, the burn of water in Peter's lungs turning coppery as his nosebleed mixed with the water. When he relented and pulled him back out, Peter didn't even have the strength to hold himself up.

Bucky slotted his mouth back down over Tony's cock and began moving Peter up and down like a sex toy, the boy choking and gagging the entire time. Eventually Bucky pushed Peter deep enough that Tony's dick bumped into the back of Peter's throat. Letting out a loud choked gag, Peter threw up onto Tony's penis.

Tony's lips quirked into a scowl and Peter was returned back to the bucket. Tony pulled out his silk hankerchief and dipped it into the bucket next to Peter, wringing it out onto the back of Peter's curls as the boy weakly struggled underneath Bucky. He cleaned off his cock as best he could, then tossed the soiled hankerchief aside for one of his cleaners to take to the dry cleaners later.

As Peter began to gag once again on Tony's slowly hardening dick, his spit coated the entire length of his member, and made it easier for Bucky to hold Peter down at the base of Tony's cock, his member once again in the back of Peter's throat as he struggled not to retch.

"Breath through your nose." Tony advised boredly, jerking Peter's head forward so his nose bumped into Tony's crotch, and Tony's dick touched Peter's uvula. He choked, letting out an exhausted wail around Tony's cock as he started to sob.

Tipping his head back, Tony leaned back, clasping his hands on the back of Peter's head and keeping his head pressed down against his crotch, his eyes closed as he relaxed. "Mhm…Good little cockwarmer." He growled under his breath.

Peter continued to gag and Tony twisted his fingers into the boy's curls, tightening his grip as he began to thrust into the boy's mouth once more.

"You'll get used to it." He promised. After a few more minutes of thrusting and Peter gagging, his tongue moving awkwardly against the base of Tony's cock, Tony tipped his head back even further and groaned lowly, cum spurting into the back of Peter's mouth. "Swallow." Tony demanded, pulling at Peter's hair until he cried out. "Swallow." He said in a scarily low tone.

Silently crying, Peter struggled to swallow around the thick girth, the cum slowly sliding down his throat. Moaning once more, Tony took his time soaking in the feeling of the warm mouth around his prick. Slowly sliding out of Peter's throat, he tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped his pants.

Grabbing his belt, he slid one end through the metal buckle to form a loop, wrapping it around Peter's neck until it was just tight enough to make the boy choke, his fingers scrambling to pull the leather away from his neck.

"Buck." Tony offered the metal end to the silent man, who took it and held it firmly, even as Peter gagged, head being pulled to the side. "Take him to my room and keep him there."

The other man silently took the belt, giving a sharp tug and little more warning as he began to walk deeper into the penthouse they were in. Peter choked and wheezed, hurriedly crawling after the man's gigantic frame. They stopped outside a sleek door that slid open as Bucky waited outside, disappearing inside the wall. Bucky moved inside the room, Peter sill crawling at his heels.

Peter whimpered as Bucky stopped, the older man tying the leash down on one of the bedposts of the bed. "Please-Please let me go." He pleaded. "I won't call the cops I-I'll disappear. You'll never see me again."

The man didn't reply, just turned and left Peter on his short leash, the door shutting behind him.

"Please!" Peter began to cry in ernest, fingers weakly tugging at the belt as it dug into his skin. "Please let me go! Please don't leave me here!" He wailed into the darkness of the room.