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Tony was having a fucking terrible day. He limped down the deserted corridor of Belvalle Academy, clothes rumpled and an already colorful bruise blooming in a ring around his left eye. To say that he was not very popular with the students in these parts was an understatement. He was the new teacher at Belvalle, a prep school for some upper crust families with rather shady connections. Kids from mafia and mob families, people who earned their money in back alley deals that weren’t one hundred percent above board, sent their little darlings to school here. Tony, lucky bastard that he was, had managed to offend quite a few of them during his very first week. Now he spent his time getting shoulder checked in the hallway, jumped randomly in the mens bathroom and beaten once in the teachers lounge.
His hands shook with nerves as he made his way toward his office. He listened with baited breath for any tell tale sounds that would indicate other people were around. It was sneaking up on about five o’clock in the evening and surely those little bastards had left for the day? But as he rounded the corner and came face to face with a cluster of boys wearing mean smiles and cracking their knuckles, Tony knew his luck had run out.
“I don’t want any trouble.” Tony held his hands up and out in surrender, angry with himself at the way they shook. This would be his second time running into these brutes today. Reporting it was pointless. The headmaster didn't take him seriously, urged him to “work it out” and that running afoul of any of these families was rather dangerous for the health and security of everyone who worked at Belvalle.
“Well, Mr. Stark, that’s too fucking bad. Because trouble is my middle name,” the ringleader a short, blonde, stocky kid with a neck thicker than Tony’s thigh chuckled at his own wit as he stalked toward him. Jason Malone was proving to be a thorn in his side, and not one so easily plucked. He was the son of an italian Don, and had no problem throwing his considerable weight around the school to let everyone know it.
“Trouble is a terrible middle name, my condolences on some pretty shitty parenting decisions. Explains a lot though.” Tony backed up against the wall, stomach tight with nerves, as the group fanned out. He could see his office door just down the hall from here. He had been so fucking close. Knowing these little pricks, however, they would have just broken down the door. Their attacks were getting more frequent and vicious as the days wore on.
“These clandestine meetings of ours are getting really old, boys. Why don’t we just leave it here and-“
Malone snarled, his rather unfortunate pug like features twisting with rage, as he lunged forward. Tony flinched as the loud crack of a hard slap whipped his head to the side. Blood blossomed in his mouth, leaking from what Tony knew was now a split lip.
“Fuck.” Tony raised a shaking hand to his face, fingertips grazing against his puffy lip and coming away wet with blood.
“We’re just getting started, Mr. Stark. Do you have any idea who my father is?”
Tony fought the urge to roll his eyes. If he heard one more variation of that sentence he was going to -
“No one gives a shit who your father is, Malone. Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” The hard growl cut through the corridor, sending Malone's hackles rising.
“Fuck you Barnes, this has nothing to do with you. Go fucking kick rocks.”
Tony raised his gaze to study the new player that had entered the field. James Barnes, senior at Belvalle Academy, had one broad, leather clad, shoulder propped against the wall. Wearing a plain white tee beneath an unzipped black leather jacket, and a pair of form fitting blue jeans, James Barnes reminded Tony of a young John Travolta in Grease, including the slicked back hair and challenging swagger.
Barnes chuckled darkly as he strolled fearlessly through the throng of boys surrounding Tony. He walked right up to Malone, standing toe to toe with him.
Barnes was a student in his first period class. Over the last couple of weeks he had shown up a collective total of two times to class before kicking up booted heels on his desk and falling asleep. Tony knew that history could be dry, and wasn’t for everyone, but he couldn’t stand for such insolence … especially when Barnes had started to snore. Tony remembered sending the boy from class both times, the challenge in those blue eyes as he got up and strutted out lingering in the back of his mind long after the boy left. ‘Boy’ was really a misnomer though. Tall and broad of shoulder, Barnes stood nearly half a foot taller than Tony. He was a boy on the cusp of manhood, and had the thickly muscled arms and shoulders to show for it. His shaggy hair was slicked back, with one long lock flopping over to curl over his forehead. His blue eyes were narrowed on Malone, lips curling with derision.
“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Choice is up to you Malone.”
What happened next would be forever seared into the back of his mind. Malone lunged, fist flying, and Barnes dodged his attack as if he were swatting away an errant fly.
“Guess it’s gonna be the hard way.” He chuckled, before delivering two sickeningly brutal blows to Malone’s stomach and solar plexus. Malone’s friends jumped in then, coming from all angles. Tony covered his head and ducked, cursing, as he narrowly missed a fist to his face.
The shit heads were swarming the Barnes boy, fists flying with a practiced brutality. Dropping his briefcase to the floor, Tony took a deep bracing breath and waded into the mess. As much as he appreciated the help, he didnt want a beating for Barnes weighing on his conscience. Tony was no stranger to fist fights, having been on the receiving end of many of them in high school, but it didn’t take long until he found himself on the floor. A bruiser of a teenager straddled his chest, fist pulled back and hanging heavy in the air. That fist was never given a chance to connect. Barnes ripped the boy off him, slamming the kids head face first into the locker. He shot Tony a narrowed eyed look.
“Stay down!” The boy snarled through a bloody mouth, before throwing himself back into the fray.
As unlikely as it seemed, Barnes was actually winning the fight. He fought with a hard earned brutality, his movements quick and lethally efficient, and Tony couldnt help but wonder how he learned to fight like that - as if he were born to it. The tide turned, officially, when more boys came down the hallway - apparently friends of Barnes, and made mincemeat of whoever was left standing.
Tony sat up with a groan, one hand going to his aching ribs, the other reaching up to prod at his bleeding lip. He probably look a mess. Shaking, Tony startled as a hand was thrust in front of his face. Tentatively he raised his gaze to meet the hard stare of his rescuer. Barnes had a small bruise forming on his cheekbone, a bloody lip, but aside from that he seemed fine. Hesitantly, he placed his hand in Barnes’ grasp, groaning as he was pulled to his feet. Apparently one of the kids had nailed him more than once in the ribs. Tony couldn't be certain if it was from this beating, or the one before. What he did know was he was getting really fucking sick of being set upon by these little assholes. He dusted himself off with a shaking hand, wincing at the spray of blood that speckled his white button down shirt. He needed to start wearing black. This was the third shirt this week and blood was a bitch to get out.
He glanced around the suddenly quiet hallway. The other boys had fled, leaving Barnes and his crew of miscreants behind.
“You sure are a popular guy, Teach.” Barnes' lips were quirked up into a vicious smile.
“Yes, well, we should all be so blessed.” Tony snarked back half heartedly, scooping up his briefcase before meeting James Barnes' eyes.
“I’m not sure how to thank you for your help back there. I-“ a firm hand wrapped around his elbow and jerked him down the hallway toward his office before he could finish his sentence.
“Yeah, hold that thought Teach. Cuz I was just on my way to talk to you about that.”
Tony’s eyes narrowed with suspicion as he unlocked the door to his office, sputtering in indignation when a firm hand between his shoulders pushed him stumbling into it.
“What is the meaning of this?” Tony spun around, whiskey eyes snapping fire. He was so sick of these little shits pushing him around. Apparently he had misread the situation earlier. Barnes wasn’t here to help him, he was another thug in a long line of them at this school who was out for Tony’s blood.
Tony snarled. Set his briefcase down on the desk and spread his arms wide.
“Alright, Mister Barnes, do your worst. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. Do try to make it memorable.” He stared at the younger man with a challenge gleaming hot and bright in his eyes. Tony was used to bullies thinking they could push him around. And he was sick or cringing and hiding from them. It didn’t change a fucking thing.
Barnes shook his head, kicking the door shut behind him as he prowled into the room. His gaze flickered around, taking in the books lining the shelves and various Knick knacks before settling on Tony’s furious face.
“I’m not here to attack you, Teach. Matter of fact, I have a business proposal for you.”
Tony’s arms fell grudgingly to his sides. Relief swept through him then, the tightness easing in his chest so that he could actually take a deep breath. He did not want to be on the wrong end of the Barnes boy’s fists, not after that little episode out in the hall where he got a front row seat to the young man’s fighting prowess. “Go on…”
“Seems to me you have a bit of a thug problem. Heard you were having trouble with Malone-y and his crew. Maybe I could help you with that… for a price.”
Tony propped his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes, he turned his head away - fighting the urge to shake it. These fucking kids were definitely picking up some terrible habits from their crime-lord parents.
“What makes you think I want your protection? Or need it for that matter?” He spat out darkly.
Barnes scoffed before crossing the room in two, quick, strides. He reached out, snake quick, and grabbed Tony by the tie.
“Come on Teach,” his knuckles, bruised and bleeding, wrapped tight around Tony’s checkered tie and yanked, pulling the slighter man up onto his tip toes. “You seem like a smart guy. The kids ‘round here? They don’t respect you. They never will. You ain’t got what it takes to hold your own here. So,” he leaned in, a hard smirk curling at the corner of his lips “if you were as smart as you think you are, you’d take me up on my offer. Cuz right now? There’s about three other guys waiting in the parking lot for you. If you’re under my protection? Nobody would dare fuck with you.”
Tony sputtered, bracing his hands against the Barnes boy’s chest and pushing, trying to break away and really only succeeding in strangling himself. Fuck! Fuck these kids. He didn’t need this shit, he could just quit and find another job. But then he remembered the stress of the job hunt, the endless interviews that turned into dead ends. There was a teacher shortage but no one was hiring, at least, no one was hiring him. It had taken him six months of relentless job searching to finally land this teaching job. He had blown through what was left of his savings and had become increasingly desperate before he got the interview for the Academy. He had thought he was so lucky too, ignored the red flags, the nervous sweat of the headmaster, and his shifty eyes. First year teachers didn’t make much, but he would be given a ten thousand dollar raise the next year. He just had to make it through one measly fucking year here. Frustration burned so hot in the back of his throat that it choked him. He had rent due at the end of the month, never mind the student loans he had to pay off, and this job alone was barely enough for him to scrape by on after all was said and done. Right now? He couldn’t afford to lose it. Especially with that pay bump that would be coming to him next year. That alone made toughing it out worth his while. But he also couldn’t afford to pay this little shit the money he was asking for. He let his hands fall away from James’ chest as his shoulders slumped in defeat. His split lip was throbbing, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his left eye as it was starting to swell.
“I…I don’t… have the money.” He admitted shamefully, head hanging low so he didn’t have to look into the entitled thug’s eyes.
“Yeah, well, my dad always said there ain’t money in teaching, so that tracks. That’s okay though,” his voice dropped, becoming husky, while a firm finger hooked under Tony’s chin and lifted, forcing Tony to meet his steely eyed gaze. His stomach dropped at the smug smirk that was creasing James’ cheek and the absolutely molten look that was burning in his eyes. Whatever he was thinking, it wouldn’t bode well for Tony. That was for sure. Tony startled as the rough pad of James’ thumb swept lightly against his swollen lip. His eyes widened in confusion.
“I can think of other ways for you to repay me, teach.”
Was he implying…he couldn’t be, right? Like, that was not a thing that happened to men from other men. Not this day and age.
“You mean… tutoring? I can certainly-“ James pressed his thumb into Tony’s mouth mid sentence, the calloused digit pressing firmly against his tongue and effectively stilling it. Tony tried to jerk backward but he was pinned in place by his tie and the unyielding hands of James Barnes.
“Nah, not tutoring, Teach. See, I looked you up earlier today. Made some calls. Seems like you’ve been straddling the fence, playing both sides for a while now. So I know you must know how to put that pretty mouth to good use.” As he spoke he rubbed his thumb against Tony’s tongue. And Tony just stood there, on tiptoe, and let him do it because… what other choice did he have, really? He felt his heart race in his chest, beating like a trapped thing against the bars of his rib cage. Who was this young man that he could just make a phone call and look into Tony’s past? How would anyone have known about his high school flings under the bleachers with Ty? His sexual orientation - how did he know Tony was bi? What kind of connections did this kid have?
“I’m sure we could figure something out. Cuz I’ll be honest, from that first day in class all I’ve been able to think about is bending you over that desk and stuffing you full of my cock. I want you every way I can get you, Teach. And I don’t mind knocking some skulls together to have it. But, it’s up to you.” James withdrew his thumb and eased his grip on Tony’s tie. Tony almost collapsed to his knees, he was so unnerved and shaken. This was like a bad porn plot. He was 90% certain that he had watched a porno with this exact scenario. He knew exactly how it ended. A shudder skittered down his spine as his clothes suddenly felt too tight, too hot, too confining.
“You want to pay me in sexual favors?” His head cocked to the side as he gave a wide, almost disarming, smile.
“I… I’m not…”
“I’m 19, teach, if that’s your concern. And this is also a limited time offer. You want my protection? You’re gonna walk over to that desk and bend over it. Ask me all nice like, to please fuck your ass. Then, after I’ve dropped a load inside you, me and my boys will head out to the parking lot and take care of your little problem. What do ya say?”
Tony swallowed around the lump in his suddenly too tight throat. He… he could say no. He could say no, call campus security or the cops, get escorted out of the building and to his car. But what about tomorrow? The next day? A week from now? He’d already taken one beating tonight, was he really up for taking another? And how shameful was it that he wanted to just bend over that desk? It wasn’t as if James was hard on the eyes. There was what… six years separating them? He was bigger, stronger, and it had been so long since he’d been with anyone that…
He took a shuddering breath as he limped over to his desk. This would be the easiest solution. It would be fine. Tony couldn't take much more of this, and he desperately needed this job. He could feel the fiery burn dancing across his cheeks, the mixture of shame and anticipation that was coiling heavy in his guts. Tony placed his hands against the cool wood of his desk, and then he did another one of his trademark, reckless, things. He bent over and closed his eyes. With his cheek pressed to the cool wood of the desk, his torso draped flat across it, Tony took another deep breath and whispered.
The dark chuckle that followed echoed in the room. He could hear the heavy tred of Barnes’ shoes against the linoleum floor.
“Sorry teach, what was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.” A rough hand carded through Tony’s already mussed hair before tightening painfully. He felt the hot press of denim clad legs against his thighs and ass as that hard hand in his hair jerked him halfway upright. Tony’s eyes flew open in shock as a small cry left his lips.
“What did ya say?”
Tony gritted his teeth and exhaled sharply. He fought the nervous urge to lick his lips. “I said… I said please, fuck me in the ass Mister Barnes.”
The deep, dry, chuckle that rumbled out of Barnes’s throat sent a frisson of anxiety skittering down his spine. Barnes rocked against him, hips pressed into his ass so that he could feel every inch of the hard cock behind the denim. His fingers scrambled on the desk in panic. James Barnes was… he was fucking big.
“Good, good. I think we have an understanding. You give up this tight, juicy, ass whenever I ask - within reason of course- and I’ll keep those clowns off your tail, Teach. I’ll be the only one around here allowed to give you a hard time.” He rocked his hard dick against Tony, grinding down as his free hand reached beneath Him to work on his belt. Tony couldn’t help but shake slightly beneath the hard embrace of his captor.
Tony trapped the whine that was building in his throat as his belt came undone the tinkling clang of metal, followed by the sound of his zipper being drawn down filled the silent room. He flinched at the hot heat of James’ hand as he reached into Tony’s open pants and grabbed his half hard cock. Tony bit his lip to keep the pained noises back, while hot breath fanned across the side of his face and shell of his ear.
“Jesus, Teach, you want me to fuck you good, don’t you? Shit, you’re hot for it.” James husked, hand tightening around Tony’s cock before slipping into his boxers to fondle him in rough, firm, jerks. Tony couldn’t help the gasping pants that filled the stillness of the lecture hall, not the way his body arched back and up into Barnes’. A line of heat pooled hot and bright in his stomach and shot straight to the tip of his cock. He could feel himself swelling beneath Barnes’ firm grip. A gasp escaped him as the boy dragged a thumb over the head of his cock, teasing the slit, and spreading the precum there. Tony bit his lip to stifle the needy sounds that were building in his chest. He felt hot, needy, the fear and adrenaline adding a wild edge to the feelings coursing through him. He was trapped between the desk and a stronger, younger man, who had a firm and practiced hold on his length. He could feel the hard planes of him, the uncompromising press of him.
Barnes worked him steadily, until Tony’s fingers were scrambling across the smooth wood of his desk and soft, desperate, noises were falling unbidden past his parted lips. He felt flushed, hot, and needy. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, allowing this, but here he was regardless - halfway bent over his own desk with his student’s hand wrapped around his length and playing him like a fiddle. Hot need burned through his guts, tightened every muscle in his body, until all he could focus on was the strong hands that gripped him.
“Please…” Tony panted, his eyes closed tight against the entreaty falling shameless past his lips. “Please I’m going to…” and then that hand, that gloriously strong hand, was pulling away. He couldn’t help the half moan, half sob that escaped him at the loss.
“You cum on my cock, or not at all.” Barnes whispered darkly in his ear. And damn if that didn’t send a bolt of heat straight to the root of his dick. Tony didn’t remember the last time he felt this desperate. This hard.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got any lube in here?” Barnes murmured. Tony shook his head.
“Barton! Bring me my bag!”
Tony’s eyes widened almost comically large as a surly looking teenage jerked open the office door and strolled inside. Dressed in jeans with a rip at one knee, black combat boots, and a black hoodie drawn up and over his head to shadow his face, Barton waltzed into his office with a swagger that would have driven Tony crazy in high school. He pursed his full lips, sharp eyes trailing from the top of Tony’s head, to his loosened and crumpled tie, down to his hips and pants which were gaping open. He smirked before tossing the backpack toward Barnes, who caught it with the hand not clenched in Tony’s hair. Shame painted red welts across his cheeks and down his neck. It was glaringly obvious what was going on in here, and now this boy knew about it too. Tony wasn't even given the opportunity to look away in shame, Barnes’ hand in his hair was forcing him to meet the newcomer's gaze.
The Barton kid chuckled wryly, crossing strong arms over a wiry chest.
“I see negotiations are going well,” his gaze fell to Tony’s open trousers and the hardon that was tenting his boxers. Tony groaned as Barton leaned over to rifle through his backpack, the hand in his hair jerking him backwards a bit. “And it looks like things are about to get interesting. Mind if I watch?”
Tony grunted, tried to shake his head, but was stopped by the firm hand in his hair as well as the deep chuckle vibrating against his back.
“Sure, but no touching. Go sit over there.”
“W-wait, I-”
“He’s not going to touch you, Teach. But he is going to go out into the parking lot and fight for your ass. The least we can do is give him a show. Sam is still on the door?”
Barton nodded as he collapsed down into one of the leather chairs, reclining backward within it while crossing his booted feet at the ankle. “Yeah, he doesnt have the stomach for this shit. Me? It’s my cup of tea. Especially after that F you gave me on the assignment last week, Mr. Stark.”
“You got an F because you didn’t hand in your assignment, Mister Barton.” Tony grit out between clenched teeth, wincing as Barnes jerked his head backward viscously.
A shudder worked it’s way down his spine. This was fucking humiliating. Did he really want to do this? The snick of a bottle opening interrupted his panicked thoughts. He bit his lip as his pants were tugged down to his knees, followed shortly by his white boxers.
Barnes took a small step back, hand still fisted in his hair, and silence filled the room for a moment before a sharp wolf whistle cut through the air.
“Shit Teach, look at that ass. It’s even better than I imagined.” Tony flinched as Barnes’ free hand came down in a stinging slap against the globe of his ass. He nearly sighed with relief when Barnes let go of his hair, all but slumping forward on the desk.
“Tsk, tsk,” Barnes leaned forwards, strong fingers biting deep into the globes of his ass “you’re gonna be good and hold that position for me, Teach. I want to play with this ass a bit before I fuck it, yeah?”
A strangled sound escaped Tony’s throat. He left out a pained breath before pushing up on his forearms. He gritted his teeth as James kicked apart his feet, widening his stance and tilting his pelvis up so that his ass was raised high in the air.
“Now that’s a pretty sight, isn't it Barton?”
Barton grunted. “Could lose the shirt.”
Tony lifted his head up to shoot a glare at the cocky kid reclined in his office chair. His lips parted to snarl something, but before he could James’ hands fell on his white dress shirt and simply…tore. Buttons went skittering across the desk and pinged off the walls while Tony’s distressed yelp filled the room. Mercilessly Barnes tugged the material down his arms until both arms were trapped by the bunched up material at his lower back.
“What the hell!” Tony snarled, twisting to the side and jerking at his arms in an attempt to free them from the tattered remains of his shirt. “You don’t get to ruin a perfectly-”
A hard hand fell to his neck and pushed, pinning him against the wood of his desk. Tony struggled, kicking up his legs and trying to get purchase, but Barnes easily pinned his legs with his hips. His other hand went to the tie at Tony’s neck. Tony cursed, struggling to get free, hating the way that his dick got harder the more he struggled. His cursing streak, however, was short lived, as Barnes moved the tie from around his neck and shoved it unceremoniously into his mouth. Tony’s head was jerked backwards as Barnes used his own tie to gag him. He felt the soft material bite deep into the corners of his lips, muffling the curses that wanted to fall.
“Better?” Barnes chuckled, fisting a hand in Tony’s hair and yanking his head backward. Tony’s furious eyes shot to the Barton boy who now had his chin propped on his fist.
“Better.”
“So glad to hear it.” Barnes said snidely, hips pinning Tony to the desk. Humiliation rolled through him, his cheeks were probably fire engine red at this point.
“Okay Teach, now I’m going to play with this ass of yours for a bit. You’re going to lay here and take it, and not give me a hard time about it. This ass is mine for the forseeable future, got it?”
A hard, heavy, hand fell stingingly on his bare ass cheek and Tony yelped behind the gag as he felt that burn spread deep and searing into his flesh. When Tony didn't respond, James pulled back and swatted him again, two more times on each cheek. Tony was dancing on his tip toes, feet kicking slightly in the air, his yelping cries muffled by the tie gag.
“Got it?”
Tony nodded furiously, his heart thundering in his chest as the burning in his ass seemed to burrow deeper, sending hot warmth to the very root of his dick.
“Good, Teach. Good.” And then the hands left him briefly as James fiddled with the bottle of lube. Tony pressed his face against the cool wood of the desk, hoping it would steal away some of the burn in his face. He took a ragged breath, bracing himself, as James lube slickened hands fell to the twin globes of his ass, palming the firm cheeks before slowly parting them.
“Fuck,” he heard the boy whisper, almost reverently, before sinking to his knees behind Tony’s no longer struggling form. Hot breath misted against his thighs as James ran his hands up and down his ass, to his thighs, and back up again.
“Shit, if we had more time…” James sighed, placing a nipping kiss on his inner thigh that mode Tony’s cock twitch. “Someday, Teach, I’m going to shove my tongue deep and taste you. See if I can make you cum just from eating this gorgeous ass.” Tony grunted, his clenched fists jerking behind him as James ran a calloused finger down the cleft of his ass before lingering against his opening. That maddening finger circled, pressing and swirling, taking his time. Tony groaned, as that finger teased him, made him pant, before slowly pressing inward. His eyes widened as he was breached up to the first knuckle, sucking in a startled breath as his tight ring of flesh was forced to accommodate the sting of James’ intruding finger. It had been a long fucking time since he had been topped by anyone. He and James groaned simultaneously as that finger moved deeper inside him, thrusting in and out with an almost lazy abandon. In almost no time the muscles in Tony’s legs were shaking, trembling, and he was making desperate whining sounds deep in the back of his throat. James chuckled before adding another finger, both digits gliding in and out, scissoring inside him.
“Fuck you’re tight.”
And then those fingers were reaching farther, pressing and rubbing inside him until… Tony’s head jerked backward on a startled cry - his eyes wide and his dick throbbing, as James found his prostate and pressed.
“There it is,” he cooed, those fingers working in and out of him, pressing and grinding against that sensitive spot deep inside of him. Tony choked against the sodden material of his tie, teeth biting down as he strained forward against the pure unadulterated pleasure that flooded his system.
He couldn’t… it was too much… felt so fucking good…
And then Barnes went and added another finger. Tony swore he saw stars as his hole, tight and stretched, burned beneath the hard thrusts of James’ hand. James was working him open, making him keen and moan and rut his hips uselessly against the desk. His pleas were muffled by the gag in his mouth as arousal burned and swirled through his veins.
“God you’re so hot for it. You want me to fuck you now, Teach? Make you cum on my cock?”
Tony nodded jerkily, desperate for something more, anything that would send him over the edge.
Barnes chuckled and withdrew his fingers. There was the sound of a zipper being tugged down, the soft rustle of denim and then the wet sounds of lube being applied liberally. Tony flinched, his fingers flexing behind him helplessly, as James placed a hot hand on his cheek and spread him. Tony grunted as the soft, hot, and spongy tip of James’ erection was pressed against him. Teasingly it stroked over his hole, making Tony groan, before pressing in. Slowly, his cock pressed deeper, spearing through the tight ring of muscle, he felt himself spreading and stretching as the tip burrowed deeper inside of him in short little thrusts. Tony let out a high pitched keening sound as he was stretched around Barne’s cock, a noise that only grew in pitch and fervor as Barnes made it past his entrance and began to rock steadily deeper into Tony’s ass. Fuck! He was so big! Christ! He wriggled like a worm on a hook, trying to get away, but Barnes captured his hips with both hands and pulled him back onto his thick cock.
Tony’s torso reared up off the desk, his mouth working soundlessly, as the full hot length of James Barnes speared in to him. He could feel the rough scratch of denim against the back of his thighs, Barnes’ pelvis pressed firmly into the curve of his ass, and those impossibly strong fingers just holding him there - pinning him in place and forcing him to take the entirely too big cock.
“Oh, fuck, Teach. You’re so good for me. So tight.” Barnes groaned, his hips grinding in a circular motion against him.
Tony choked on a cry. He didn’t know whether to moan or weep, the burning in his ass was so intense he felt like he was being torn, his dick was trapped against the table beneath him and he could feel precum just drooling from the tip. God it felt so terrible and so fucking right.
James moved his hips, pulling out slowly and driving back in at a firm and purposeful pace. Tony’s world narrowed down to the sound of skin slapping against skin, Tony’s choked moans and cries, and the hot and heavy pants and grunts behind him as a thick cock was shoved into his ass with brutal efficiency.
“It’s like fucking a virgin,” Barnes grunted, one hand on his hip and the other landing bracingly on his shoulder. Tony cried out as he was pulled mercilessly back on to that thick cock, his thighs trembling and toes curling within his scuffed dress shoes. James shifted his hips, changed his angle, and then suddenly his cock was butting up against Tony’s prostate on every thrust. He wasn’t proud of the noises that escaped him then, the way he thrashed and moaned, as Barnes doubled down and rode him brutally into the desk. Tony was a writhing, crying, helpless mess beneath Barnes brutal and steady thrusts. His entire body felt like there was a live wire running beneath his skin, snapping and sparking, starting at the base of his dick and extending all the way up to his crown of his head. He was pleading, begging, his voice muffled through the gag shoved in his mouth. His begging turned to short soft wails as James threaded the fingers of one hand through his messy, a-touch-too-long, locks and jerked Tony backward until he was on his tip toes, back arched and hands folded behind him as James thrust up into him. It certainly changed the angle, and Tony was helpless but to moan and cry, no defense against the broader younger man who had ensnared him so thoroughly.
“Shit, teach, you’re so fucking good. So fucking good for me. God I could listen to the noises you make forever.” Barnes gripped his hip tight with one hand as he ground his hips against Tony’s. That hard grip shifted, reached forward until his calloused hand grasped Tony’s aching, leaking cock, in a firm grip. The choked moan that was wrenched out of him rang through the room.
And then Barnes moved that hand in counterpoint to his thrusts, firm up and down strokes that drove all reason out of Tony’s head until he was lost to the sensation of that firm hand and the hard thrust of a thick cock. He whined, rutting his hips forward into Barnes’ fist, desperation and ecstasy leaking from his very pores. He was shaking with it, so close, so very close and building toward something fucking amazing.
Barnes’ hot breath washed against his ear, a hot tongue flicking against his earlobe before it was captured by the sharp bite of teeth.
“F-fuck-“ Tony stuttered behind the gag, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a too good sort of cocktail that burned in his veins. “Please… please…”
“That’s right teach, beg me to let you come. You love my cock in your ass, don’t you? I love your pretty little screams and cries -“
And so Tony begged as James used him thoroughly, begged and pleaded and arched into the firm hand moving a measured pace up and down his weeping cock. Begged and cried until his voice was hoarse and worn.
“So pretty, so fucking- nngh” Barnes husked against his ear, voice pitched low and gravelly. “So fucking pretty when you scream for me. I want to see you come undone.” His thumb ghosted over the head of Tony’s cock. “Come for me, Teach.”
And then that hand was moving up and down the length of him, milking him, and between the hand on his cock and Barnes wedged deep inside him, grinding his hips deeper with every thrust, Tony came undone. With a guttural cry he threw his head back, stomach muscles contracting and back arching, as white viscous fluid jetted out of the tip of his cock, smothering Barnes’ hand in his spend and splattering across the desk. He shook in Barnes’ grasp, heart racing and entire body going liquid. The dark chuckle behind him didn’t even penetrate as he was laid down across his own desk, his spend cooling against the desk and his stomach.
James leaned over and pressed a biting kiss to the back of Tony’s sweat dampened neck, tongue flicking out to soothe over the bite.
“So good for me, Teach.” He rumbled hand pulling Tony’s head up off the cool wood, forcing him gaze upwards.
“Look at Barton watching you,” Barnes whispered in his ear. “He’s gonna watch me fuck this tight ass.” Tony’s eyes flickered open, half lidded and spikey with tears, to look at the piercing blue eyes of Clint Barton. The boy was still reclined in his chair, but all signs of indolence was gone. Instead his cheeks were flushed a dusky pink, his eyes absolutely molten as they took in the tableau before them. His hand, Tony noticed almost lazily, was moving up and down in his lap in fast, telling, jerks… shit the kid was masturbating.
“So fucking hot,” Barnes husked in his ear before he reared up, hovering over Tony’s prone form, hands planted on the desk by Tony’s shoulders.
“Fuck I’m gonna come…” Barnes’ hips snapped forward in agonizing and powerful thrusts that rocked Tony back and forth on the desk. Bound and gagged, he could do nothing but take the punishing cock, as it slammed into him over and over again.
“Fuck!” Barnes snarled, thrusting deep and then grinding against Tony’s ass. He felt the cock twitch deep inside before his insides were coated in the warmth of his captor’s spend. Shaking, whimpering, a shudder jittered down his spine when Barnes finally pulled out. His breath fell raggedly past his chapped lips, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion, as his body trembled with the aftershocks of that insane and delicious bout of sex.
He heard the sound of a zipper pulling up behind him, Barnes tucking himself away, before strong hands smoothed up and down his sweat slickened back in long soothing strokes.
“You were so good for me, so beautiful,” Barnes husked, arm scooping under Tony’s hip to help him upright. But Tony couldn’t stand, his legs were rubber, boneless, and he collapsed to his knees on the carpeted floor at Barnes’ feet. James reached down, carding a hand through Tony’s hair, tugging him so his face pressed against James’ denim encased thigh. The smell of sex and sweat was heavy in the air, and Tony’s nostrils flared as he drew breath after greedy breath of it into his lungs.
“So good, such a good, beautiful, boy for me.” James crooned, his voice dark and husky with sex.
“One last thing, and we’re almost done, Teach.”
Tony’s eyes flickered open in confusion. “Barton has been so good just watching us, hasn’t he? He’s going out to fight for you in a little bit, do you think he deserves a reward?”
A reward? Tony’s eyes fell to the flushed face of the Barton boy, hand still tugging furiously at the thick cock between his legs. Tony’s cock twitched in interest, before flicking his gaze up curiously to stare at Barnes.
“He looks like he’s about to come, teach. Why don’t you crawl over there and give him a place to put it.” And then Barnes’ hands were working at the gag on his mouth, loosening the tie until it hung limp and sodden around his neck. Tony worked his aching jaw, shuffling forwards on his knees, pants around his ankle and shirt wrapped around his arms behind him, until he came to a stop in front of the spread legs of a flushed face Barton. His cock was a beautiful, thick thing, flushed red at the tip with a strong vein streaking down the underside. It was nowhere near as long as Barnes’, but it was still a beautiful cock. Salvia pooled in Tony’s abused mouth as Clint stared down at him there, his gaze hooded and heavy with lust.
“Where?” He grunted, his hand moving up and down and swallowing his dick in a firm grip.
Barnes chuckled behind, stroking the back of Tony’s head almost affectionately.
“Dealers choice.”
A smirk curled on Barton’s lip, eyes flicking back down to stare at Tony with a burning hunger.
“Open your mouth, Mr. Stark. Stick out your tongue.” Tony shuddered, his poor cock twitching between his legs, stirring with renewed interest as he obliged. Mouth open, tongue sticking out, he flicked his gaze up at Barton. Was the boy going to come on his face? Or-
And then that thick cock was being fed slowly into his open mouth, smoothing over his outstretched tongue and working deeper into the back of his throat. The musky taste of sweat was spiced with the slight bitter twang of precum as Barton’s thick cock delved between his lips. Tony winced as his aching jaw was forced wider, pulling on his painful split lip. Barton’s hands came down to frame his face, long fingers cupping the back of his head as his thumbs brushed over the tear tracks chasing down the arch of his cheekbones.
“Shit, Mr. Stark,” Barton grunted, pulling Tony’s face down into his lap. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”
And then those hips snapped forward, forcing the cock deeper into his mouth until it was hitting the back of his throat on every thrust. Tony gagged, eyes watering and drool pooling and escaping from the corners of his stretched wide lips.
“So fucking perfect,” Barton groaned, fingers tightening against his skull until he was rutting into Tony’s mouth, fucking it mercilessly. Barton didn’t last long, pinning Tony’s head to his lap until Barton’s pubic hair brushed against his lips and nose. He felt that thick cock twitch in his mouth and along his tongue before hot liquid blasted down his spasming throat. Tony choked and gagged before he was pulled off Barton’s cock rather unceremoniously. He fell backward, coughing with legs akimbo and arms trapped beneath him.
“Fuck that was good.” Barton husked, tucking himself back into his pants before climbing to his feet. Both boys looked down on him, almost fond looking smirks pulling at their lips.
“I think we should keep him.” Barton muttered, digging an elbow playfully into Barnes’ ribs.
“We are going to have so much fun together, Teach.” Barnes chuckled, looping an arm through Tony’s and pulling him to his feet. Tony’s thighs trembled as Barton bent down and gently pulled his pants and boxers up, fastening them at the waist while Barnes held him steady. They made short work of stripping Tony of the tatters of his shirt, freeing his arms and wrists. Both boys rubbed his shoulders and arms, soothing and helping blood flow return to the limbs. Barton stepped back as Barnes pulled Tony to his chest, forcing Tony’s head to rest against the strong beat of his heart.
“You were so good,” Barnes murmured, carding surprisingly gentle fingers through his hair. “So brave for us. We’re going to go take care of your little problem now, Teach. And then we'll come back and walk you to your car. Make sure you get home okay.” Barnes led him over to his desk chair, grabbing a knitted throw blanket off of the bookcase behind them, before bundling him up in it and easing him down into the chair. A water bottle was pressed into his hand, strong fingers pressing, forcing the liquid to his lips and making him drink. Tired, shaking, eyes half lidded Tony slumped into his chair.
“Th-thank you Mister Bar-“
“Call me Bucky, Teach, I’ve had my cock inside you after all.”
Tony nodded, his throat raw, his eyes drooping. He was… he felt good. Drifting. Downright pleasant even.
“There now. You’re okay. We’ll be back Teach, don’t go nowhere.” And then both boys were leaving, the office door snicking shut behind them.