#courtesons

for quite some time now Peter has been flying solo, ever since that messy spell wiped people's memory of him. no longer attached to the avengers, he's been feeling quite lonely, but that was until he met another spider. they instantly hit it off, as if they'd known each other for years, which Peter only assumed was because of how similar their powers were. and then their friendship evolved into something far more depraved and decadent. a decadence that goes to an extent that Peter himself isn't even aware of. he has no idea that man he's been intimate with is his own son, but how could he? the boy's not even been conceived yet.

they're in Peter's apartment, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes and covers the small space that is his living room. he watches Ben bounce up and down on his girthy cock, and sinks deeper into his couch, "Fuck yeah... I needed that today." he grunts, then looks up to meet the boy's gaze and offers him a smile. his fingers trail along Ben's legs and move up to find his thighs, he strokes and gently caresses the boy's skin. Peter lets him control the pace at which he fucks himself, his muscles still sore from a long day of superheroing.

Jason and Nick had spent the day moving his things into the apartment. It was much nicer than the one he was able to afford near the college. As the two jocks had placed the last of his things in the house, both of them kind of just looked around. His eyes lit up as he looked at Nick. "Alistair really did well for himself." The red head shot out as he turned to his friend. "Yeah, he was always the one we knew would break free of everything." As the younger brother moved through the room for a moment, he grinned as he took it all in.

"Look, I've got to go get to class, but I'll come by later okay?" Nick shot out as he turned for the door. "Yeah, sounds good!" Jason hollered as he waved him off as he headed into the bedroom. There was always this feeling that Nick loved hanging around him for his older brother, but it never really bothered him. He was still a good friend, and he was someone who helped him get through everything so far.

As he heard the door close, he called out for his brother. "Alistair where are you?!" The young, dark haired man pushed open the bedroom door to see the most magnificent setup. "Holy shit.." He whispered out as he stepped inside.

Thor never thought that a late night talk with the Man-Spider would lead to this. He never thought that the mere mention of the word shivari would lead to him having his hand wrapped around his cock in full control of the other's body.

"Breathe," the God whispered, looking up at his fellow Avenger as he continued moving his hand up and down the head of his cock, his free hand moving up to gently press against his hips, trying to force the other to stop moving back and forth.

"A great warrior must learn how to control itself, stand still or you'll force me to stop my hand," he added, slowing his movements, taking a peak at the other's cock and licking his lips, before returning his attention up. His hand was the only thing he has used and although he is eager to start using his mouth or ass, he won't until the other showed some self-control.

@courtesons continued from (x)

Peter hadn’t really noticed anything the man had been working on as he’d walked in. This room was primarily more of a mood with very few items on display - this space seemed more of waiting area. While the true store was in the back room, a space filled with cages and items and equipment and whatever else Darren had set up in his special store. All of which the young man was naive to as he moved a little closer, his curls a mess and brown eyes gazing up as he stood on the other side of the counter. The hopeful smile on his face dropping when Darren didn’t seem to remember booking an interview. “…Really? I…I’m pretty sure this is the place? I was told to come here for an interview though was pretty vague on the job exactly” He admitted, running a hand through his hair before hurridly fishing out his slightly damp C.V. “Right! Sorry, uh here it is Sir” He said quickly, passing it over. Taking a glance at it would reveal it was mostly working as a photographer, odd jobs and being a college student. It wouldn’t likely take long for Darren to realize poor Peter Parker was in the wrong place. What he did with that information or what he told the young man? That was up to him. “Uh, well I always um…” He trailed off, trying to think of reasons why he’d work in this place when he didn’t even know what kind of store it was. “Uh, well I could really use a job Sir. But I have to…admit I’m not exactly sure what kind of place this is…?” He admitted with a sheepish smile and those doe eyes of his gazing up.

Darren happily took the CV and gave it a once over, some of the jobs in there he doubted would have any real use for the business but others were enough to really be of use, he particularly liked that the college student seemed to have photography knowledge as the product photos that Darren had been taking were bland to the point of being just barely preferable to a blank sheet of paper. What hit him pretty clearly though was that this kind of work history wasn’t the kind of history that would naturally lead to someone working in a store like his.

He looked back up to Peter and gave him a tiny smile, the young guy did seem like he could genuinely use the job and Darren had been wanting to hire someone to help him out as much as possible “Oh god, no more Sir. Please, call me Darren… sir makes me feel a decade older than I feel already just being in front of a young thing like yourself, Peter” he said with a little chuckle “Look, i’ll be honest, this is so clearly not the job you came to interview for. I didn’t have one booked today, you might be looking for one of the other shops around here but… well, I could definitely use an assistant around the place so before I let you choose if you stay for an impromptu interview with me or if you run for the one you had planned, how about I show you the kind of place this is”

He lead Peter through to the little back door of the small room that separated the outside world from his store, a small enough room people could just get out of the rain if they needed to without their eyes being assaulted by the toys he had around the place. He opened it up and lead Peter in, like the Willy Wonka of sex toys he gestured to the rows upon rows of dildos and fisting toys and blow up dolls galore. His cock ring sorting still laid out on the counter by the register, on the exterior walls were DVD’s of every kink, fetish and sex act imaginable. Posters of the most famous porn stars in both gay and straight porn hung on the walls, a little table set up for a future meet and greet with some twink from one of the many porn sites that did little special meetings at his store was off in the corner. He turned to Peter with a small smile “So… as you can see, not exactly a little mom and pop shop here but… well, maybe if your mom and pop were a lot more kinky than you might think. You still want to try and interview to work here?”

"You wouldn't," Zane finally ground out, though the hint of desperation in his tone betrayed him. He shuddered, biting his lower lip as his body betrayed him further, instinctively arching toward the toy. "Please," he whispered, the word slipping free before he could stop it, his resolve already crumbling. "You can't just—" His breath hitched again, and he looked up at Owen, his dark eyes heavy with a mixture of frustration and submission. "Don’t leave me like this," he murmured, his voice cracking with longing.

queens was ordinarily spider-man's turf. the punisher steered clear of it, knowing that the web-slinger was doing absolutely nothing to keep criminals off of the streets. sure, spidey roughed 'em up and sent them to jail, but they always got out. once free they went back to their antics, usually to the detriment of everybody else. he had tried to mentor the kid once, but quickly gave up once he realized peter was too soft. it was because of that weakness that the scorpion now loomed over a very injured spider-man. frank had been passing through when he caught sight of peter flying through a billboard. unable to sit by and do nothing, he loaded up and tracked them down. following the trail of destruction had been easy, and it was in a heap where he found spider-man.

scorpion was savoring his victory, his prehensile tail dripping with venom that dissolved the concrete beneath them. spider-man looked like shit. he had several lacerations, and one of his lens had been shattered. the kid was lucky that he had frank watching over him. "gonna need you to get off of my boy." he calls to scorpion who turns, perplexed by the sudden intrusion. the punisher squared up, took aim, and fired a bullet right through scorpion's shoulder. blood splattered onto the unsuspecting spider below while the villain screamed in both shock and terror. scorpion lept away from the pair but not before another shot from the punisher tore through his thigh. he watches, satisfied and smug while scorpion leaps over buildings like a frightened cricket. frank holsters his weapon before sauntering over to spider-man. he squats down, looking peter over with a dismissive click of his tongue. "hello, pete. ya look like shit."

"So I'm nice enough to be doing this to you, and you're still calling me a villain? I think I should be hurt by that insinuation, Spidey." He even made sure to play it up in his voice, all while his hands continued working over that defined body. He'd been able to feel it previously, trading blows, getting too close for comfort, but it was still nothing compared to this. Getting his hands underneath that suit, feeling the warmth of Spidey's skin. How every muscle tensed and then relaxed beneath his attention. Clearly spoke volumes about how long it must've been since he last got any of this attention.

Normally Peter was able to get out of there once the criminals were dealt with, he'd make a quick retort, hang them somewhere to stick them to a wall with a web explosion and be literally across town from a few webswings to get away before the red and blue showed up. But this had been different, something was wrong and his spider-sense had been blaring but he ignored it, cockily.

This couldn't be the real cops, had to be some undercover, some asshole crime bullshit, but he couldn't deal with it then as the red lights reflected off the hood of the car. Nothing worked, no powers, just his mouth, "This isn't my usual get ouf jail free card" he grunted, trying to quip humour even now, as the hips picked up a heavier pace and some officer he'd never seen before fucked him against the hood of the police cruiser.