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"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 disrespt 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.
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