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All Peter was supposed to do was his homework.
He and Tony had discussed it at length; he would go into the lab, sit at the big desk, the one closest to the door, and work through his matrices like usual. He didn’t need to respond or react – in fact, Tony told him to try his best to not say anything.
Just ignore it, baby boy. They’ll like it better that way.
And they were somewhere down the hall, in another room of the Tower, waiting exactly where Tony discussed they would be. It was endearing, really. All the careful planning Tony did for him. The weeks of agreements and consents and preparation. It made sitting at that desk so much easier, so much safer. More than his collar alone made him feel. He had begged Tony to let him wear it today – the thin diamond studded leather – and he reluctantly allowed it, knowing the mess it would be facing but being swayed by Peter’s soft pleads and big brown eyes.
But Peter was so thankful for it, thankful for the way Tony gently tugged against the back of it, bringing him back to the present, back to the desk, back to his math homework and everything that would be happening as he completed it.
“Are you ready, princess?” His voice sent a chill down Peter’s spine.
“Yes, daddy.”
It was quiet for a minute after that; Tony moved out of view to another lab desk, tinkering with something, as Peter scribbled an answer down for question number one. It only served to make the sound of the door sliding open more jarring. The sound of shoes squeaking against the floor were more thunderous as they approached him from behind. The sound of a step stool being unfolded and placed directly next to him rang in his ear. It was all so loud to him in the calm of the lab but Peter was good, so he focused on his homework.
“Hey Tony, mind if I use this?” Steve called out, one of his feet already stepping up onto the stool, his hands already undoing his belt right next to Peter’s face.
“Yeah, I don’t care, use it however you want,” Tony called back, not bothering to even peek around the corner.
Not that Peter wanted him to.
No, Peter wanted to feel like a this; like an it. He wanted to sit there, trying to solve math problems while Steve, or whoever else Tony had come through that door, masturbated against his face. It was a better feeling than he imagined it being.
Steve was soft with him. He kept one hand in Peter’s curls and the other at his own cock, pumping tirelessly with the head pressed into the plump of Peter’s cheek, already oozing precum and not being shy about smearing it down the line of Peter’s jaw. All the while petting gentle fingers through Peter’s curls.
And Peter was trying to focus on question number two, but his pencil had stopped moving and his face was starting to go hot as his brain was absorbed by the lewd blend of Steve’s groans and that eager stroking so near his ear. He was so caught up in the experience that he didn’t realize he was holding his breath until Steve was finishing. Peter exhaled heavy, feeling goosebumps light up his skin as cum erupted against his face, three strong pumps against his cheek and forehead and in his hair.
“Thanks, Tony!” Steve was so casual about it, shouting out his thanks to Tony like Peter was nothing more than an object to use and ignore. It had him fighting off a whine that sat at the back of his throat as Steve stepped down, buckling his belt as he left the lab.
Peter had to erase everything he wrote for question two; it was all wrong.
After Steve, it was only seconds before the lab door opened again. This time it was Sam and Bucky.
“Tony, Steve said you don’t care if we use this, is that right?”
Sam asked but Bucky was already on Peter, already standing on the stool with his cock out, fisting at it like he was seconds away from orgasm. His free hand was gripped in Peter’s hair, forcing his lips against his cock.
“Yeah, whatever,” Tony called back, almost like he was annoyed by the question. His indifference made Peter slip up, made him moan against Bucky’s cock as it pulsated and shot a thick white in and all around his mouth.
And he was so enraptured by Bucky’s hold that Peter didn’t notice Sam was already close to his climax too; trading places with Bucky just in time to spew more cum against his face.
Bucky and Sam were gone before Peter could even contemplate a better answer for question two. The cum on his face was thick in some places, and runny in others, dripping down his chin and neck, pooling against the seam of his collar and beyond, soaking into his t-shirt. He was starting to feel quite heady in his arousal with each wicked thought that buzzed through his mind being about how filthily he was used. Needless to say, it was becoming difficult to think about math, though he still played his part. Keeping his pencil in hand, eyes fixed on the page, regardless of how hard he was getting in his jeans.
The door opened for a third time. It was Thor, and from the sound of it, he was already pumping at his cock as he walked in.
“Don’t mind me, Stark, just going to use this right quick then I’ll be out of your hair!”
Tony didn’t even use words this time; all he spared was a short hum of agreement like Thor was asking to borrow a spare pen. Peter felt his breath hitch as Thor pulled the stool to Peter’s other side and wasted no time in caking his face in cum.
Peter guessed that the god of thunder would be more potent than others, but he didn’t think it would feel like a cup of liquid syrup gushing against his hair and nose and cheeks. Weighing down his curls and trickling against his shoulder, seeping into his t-shirt and dripping down his arm. The wet and sticky sensation left him feeling positively debased, and aching for his own release.
But they weren’t done.
As soon as Thor left, Bruce walked in. Peter knew it was him without needing to look; professor Hulk’s footsteps weren’t exactly light and he also didn’t need the step stool. He pushed the fucking step stool away like it was a joke as he approached, and just like everyone else, he was already sporting an erection.
Peter knew he wasn’t supposed to look, but who wouldn’t steal a quick glance at the Hulk’s cock? He almost broke character at the sight of it – the size of it – but the sound of Tony clearing his throat stole his attention. Peter looked up and then quickly snapped his eyes back down toward his homework.
Tony was finally back in view, watching as Bruce rubbed the head of his cock against Peter’s face and shoulder. He seemed tense, and Peter knew why; this part was over-negotiated. Bruce wasn’t allowed to touch Peter with his hands. Tony didn’t want his baby boy getting hurt. So Tony wasn’t just watching – no, Tony was enforcing – like he would step in and interrupt if the Hulk stepped out of line. And the thought of that alone made Peter’s brain feel like mush, like he was high, like he could float up from his seat from the ecstasy of it all.
Yet one groan from Bruce brought Peter down to earth because the next moment left him feeling undeniably defiled and so positively delirious. The amount of cum that hit his face made Thor’s seem like a light spritz. The initial pump surprised him so much that he broke his pencil in two and found himself reactively holding his breath and closing his eyes. It was like a torrent of honey down his back, a flood of hot and creamy liquid that pooled in between his thighs and trickled down his legs and left his shirt feeling soggy.
And there were two more spurts just like that before Bruce was finished, tucking himself back into his pants as he left the lab.
Peter had to swipe away cum that was threatening to drip in his eyes but it almost felt pointless with how much was clinging to his palms. He felt another whine bubble up as he looked down at his very incomplete homework and how wet the bottom of the page was. His next desperate little whine was motivated by how tight his wet jeans felt on his touch-starved cock.
“Stand up, princess.” Tony was suddenly right next to Peter. “We’re not done.”
Peter had no willpower to do anything but pliantly obey, moving to his feet slowly so he didn’t slip, moaning at the sensation of cum dripping everywhere down his body. He took one step towards Tony before he was being folded onto the lab desk, a guiding hand gripping like a threat against the back of his neck and the other yanking his jeans down past his ankles. Peter’s skin and t-shirt clung coldly to the surface of the desk, making him shiver as he was held there.
“Look at you,” Tony hummed, bringing his hand down to spank against the plump of Peter’s ass before pressing at the plug that was fitted so loosely in his hole. “Such a sloppy thing. You like being covered in other men’s cum, baby boy?”
“Yes, daddy,” Peter dragged it out, forced to by the way Tony pressed at the plug before quickly pulling it out. The sensation made Peter’s legs go weak beneath him, made him appreciate that the desk was there to help him stay on his feet. Even more so as Tony reached forward, gathering cum that was sticky on Peter’s face, letting it coat his palm, using it to slick his fingers into Peter’s ass.
Peter gasped, his back arching slightly as Tony’s fingers went as deep as they could, slathering his insides with that sinful mixture of semen. “Daddy, please!” He felt like he was burning and freezing all at once, and the wound up desire coiling in his stomach only made it worse.
“Please, what?” Tony laughed at him, keeping his fingering and his hold on the back of Peter’s neck steady. “Did all that cock in your face make you forget how to use your words, princess? Couldn’t even finish your homework. What a stupid little cum dump.”
That ripped a moan from somewhere deep in Peter, sending a wave of pleasure through his body, threatening to make him come. Though he fought against it, breathing through the throbbing fervor like his life depended on it. “Please, I want your cock inside me, daddy, please, please-”
What happened after that had Peter seeing stars. In one breath, Tony was pulling his fingers out. On the next, he was burying his cock as deep as it would go and pressing his weight into it, pinning Peter against the desk with the force of his cock.
It left Peter writhing beneath him, screaming from the burn of being filled so quickly, and shaking from the orgasm it so mercilessly triggered. The volatile bliss hit him so hard that his vision went white for a blink and his head drooped against the desk as his cock released spurts of cum in waves of ruthless pleasure that he was drowning in.
So when Tony began thrusting and Peter had nowhere to run, he sobbed, his vision going blurry with tears. “Daddy, t-too much! I came-!”
“I don’t care, baby,” Tony was grinning, Peter could hear it in that arrogant tone of his voice. “Ask for permission next time or this is what you get.”
Peter instantly regretted saying anything because without warning, Tony was grabbing at his spent cock and pumping at it in time with each thrust of his hips. It was the most decadent agony. A pleasure that had his body flexing and spasming uncontrollably. It felt so intense that he couldn’t string together a sentence, even to beg for Tony to come inside of him. He had no choice but to lay there, trapped by the force of Tony’s hold for seconds that felt like minutes of sweet torture, struggling to breathe between the fast paced in and out of Tony’s cock.
At the end of those drawn out seconds, Tony was coming. Buried to the hilt and groaning as his cum warmed Peter’s insides. He kept himself there, still pumping at Peter’s cock as he leaned down to whisper, all sweet and encouraging, “C’mon, princess. You can do it. Show daddy how good you are.”
Peter was addicted to that; being good for Tony. His body was hardwired for it. Those words were all it took for a second orgasm to ripple throughout his exhausted frame and pull clear squirts from the tip of his cock.
“Daddy,” Peter’s voice was hoarse and his muscles had all given up, and his head was spacey and light as he laid against the desk, feeling every inch of sensation in his body when Tony pulled out. Warm cum leaking out to join the cooled cum that stuck to his legs. The gentle hold Tony had on him to keep him from sliding off the desk.
“You did so good, baby boy,” Tony’s praise made Peter’s already spacey head feel more airy.
“Thank you, daddy.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
“Yes, please.”