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Peter was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good. The kid was too quick to play hero without having a plan or any idea what he was truly doing. Now, here they were, after Tony not only saved Peter's ass but along with everyone on the fucking Staten Island Ferry. Tony rolled his eyes as Peter tried to bullshit his way out of taking proper responsibility. Not just for the ferry but for how he so easily lied to him. Tony knew he manipulated the baby protocol, he knew about every idiotic thing Peter had done since he left him to play the "Friendly Neighborhood Spider". Needless to say, Tony wasn't impressed in the slightest.
Peter stumbled backwards as Tony emerged from his suit, his eyes widening in shock that it was Tony in the flesh this time.
"I do care kid, I gave you the suit, didn't I?" Tony says sternly and Peter's stuck in place, under his glare. "That does not give you the right to disrespect me."
"B-but Mr. Stark I-"
"No. This is where you zip it, alright? The adult is talking. You were wrong Peter. Wrong." Tony snaps sharply at the boy, causing him to shrink into himself.Tony takes another step closer.
"I-I'm sorry Mr. Stark..." Peter says, still unable to meet his mentor's eyes. Tony clicked his tongue at the meager display in front of him.
"Peter," Tony starts. He grabs the boy's chin, lifting his head up and squeezes. Peter gasps but doesn't dare move. "You look me in the eyes when you address me. Christ, where's the good kid I met 3 months ago who showed the up most respect to his elders?" Tony shakes his head, convincing Peter of the severe disappointment he felt in him.
Peter looks befuddled, mouth opening and closing, changing what he wants to say at the last second. His eyes glassy as his face reddens. Tony rolled his eyes.
"You're clearly not ready for suit. You've shown that in more ways than one with your childish antics." Tony dropped Peter's chin as he spoke backing himself from the boy.
Peter immediately came to it then, pulling Tony back, clinging to him with his two fists. "No, N-no Sir please, I'm sorry, so sorry. I won't do it again just please don't take the suit, I'm nothing without it..." Peter babbled on, clutching Tony for dear life.
"If you're nothing without it, then you don't deserve it." Tony said simply, watching the boy's resolve crumble before his eyes. "I can't believe you would do this, to think you would disrespect me after all I've done for you..."
"Mr. Stark, please I'm sorry, I really am. I'm sorry I took off the protocol but-" Peter halted himself, words dying in his throat, realizing he was trying to defend his actions again. "Please Sir, just don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted to be like you. Y-you're my hero..." Peter's eyes were wet as tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. Apparently, expressing disappoint in the boy was his weak spot.
Tony stares at the boy with a unreadable gaze for a long moment before speaking."You need to be taught a lesson for being so naughty and inconsiderate of others' feelings Peter and you're gonna get it right now. Get on your knees." Tony says sternly.
Peter hesitates for a moment, but he crumbles under Tony's ever so present gaze, keeping his head down. "Eyes on me and I won't tell you again." Tony says with an edge to his voice. It has Peter shaking with anticipation. Vivid flashbacks of the last time Mr. Stark told him to get on his knees come to mind. The limo ride home that had ended with Peter showing his gratification by sucking his mentor's cock while Mr. Stark praised him then jerked him off. It had been... amazing and Peter would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about it since it happened. It was apart of the reason why he wanted to see Mr. Stark so bad and why he threw himself into his little investigation, something to distract him from how bad he wanted Tony, how bad he wanted his cock buried down his throat again. The constant thought made itself known in Peter's head all the time as if to make sure he didn't imagine the whole thing.
The older man steadied his jaw, brushing his finger lightly against the boy's lips. "See Pete, that's the problem. You don't know when to shut this pretty mouth of yours and just listen." He dips his thumb into the boy's mouth which earns him a whimper. "But don't worry, I know just what bad boys need."
Tony held Peter's head in place while he used the other to undo his pants, Peter was rendered speechless. His breath hitched as Tony's semi hard cock came into his sight. Just as big and thick and in control like Mr. Stark, just as Peter remembered. He gaps at the twitching rod, mouth watering in anticipation.
"Keep your mouth open like that, perfect." Tony says, tracing his finger alongside Peter's mouth. "Now listen closely Peter. I'm going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you're gonna take it then thank me like the good obedient boy I know you can be, understand?" He's petting Peter's hair again and the boy can't help but lean into it.
"Yes Mr. Stark," Peter says as calm as he can, keeping eye contact with Tony this time, shivering from his mentor's words. He doesn't have a chance to say more, because Tony shoves his cock balls deep in his mouth in one go. Peter gags as his brown eyes widen, still staring at the older man. Tony uses the debauched sight in front of him as fuel to go faster. He holds Peter's curls tight, working himself in and out at a punishing pace.
Peter whines while Tony abuses his mouth and tries gripping the man's thighs for some leverage but Tony's moving so fast it's hard to hold on. He ends up placing his hands in his own lap and tries to focus on his breathing as Tony fucks his mouth.
"Fuck, look at you Peter. Your fucking mouth is like a flesh hole, the way you keep sucking me down like this. You must feel so guilty for disappointing me hm?" Tony says and Peter can't do anything but hum against the hot cock brutalizing his throat.
Tony keeps fucking his throat and the boy is almost able to completely bliss out from it. The fast rhythm was easy to follow once Peter focused on sucking cock, his throat feeling numb as Mr. Stark hit the back of his mouth every time. Closing his eyes, it was pleasant to let Tony use him as he pleased. It felt good being used like this, even though this was suppose to be his punishment, he felt his own cock throbbing hard in his suit.
Then Tony slams the boy's mouth balls deep on his cock. The pubic hair on Tony's groin tickles Peter's nose and he feels tears blur his vision. His mentor's cock was well down his esophagus. Peter lets out a strangled moan but Tony doesn't move, instead admiring the sight. The boy stares up at him with pleading wet orbs, his heart pounding hard in his chest as his cock throbs almost violently.
"Peter you're doing so good, but maybe a little too good. Perhaps this is what you wanted all along..." Tony ponders, lavishing in how the boy's throat contracts around him, can't help moving his hips a little at the tight sensation. "Was it? Is that why you lied to me and made stupid choices Parker? You wanted me to use your slutty mouth again. Isn't that right?" Tony asks and he must realize that Peter can't actually reply but that doesn't stop the boy from whining helplessly. He pulls back slowly, watching Peter's puffy lips come into view. "I said, isn't that right? And don't you dare think about lying to me again, you naughty boy."
Peter feels drunk from the speed of the throat fucking and his eyes are bloodshot from the tears filling out, yet he never felt so turned on before in him life, this topped everything, even the ride home. He knows Tony is waiting for his answer and he was never one to keep him waiting. So he clears his throat but his voice still comes out gravely. "Y-yes, I'm sorry for being immature Mr. Stark. Forgive me," Peter says, barely recognizing his own wrecked voice. He reaches out and strokes his mentor's length while looking up with what he thinks, is an apologetic expression.
Tony stares back amused, his eyes lower. He rubs the tip of his cock against the boy's swollen lips. "Oh baby, you're not immature, just a little cockstupid but that, that we can work with." Tony says almost adoringly, Peter's heart swoons in his chest and his cock leaks in his suit at the return of the nickname. Could it be Mr. Stark had forgiven him? Tony shoves his cock back into the welcoming mouth to the hilt and resumes his hard motions.
"That's it, baby, fucking take it." Tony mutters and Peter wants to be his baby, wants to be Tony's baby so bad, he's sick with it. Being calling baby by Tony gives him the encouragement to roll his tongue on the underside of older man's cock, which earns him a groan.
Tony tightens his hold of Peter's curls, aiming his cock directly down the boy's throat. It felt divine. He didn't originally planned for this to happen again but Peter, sweet little Peter in the suit he made him, making a mess of the city just for his attention was too much. And those innocent bambi eyes he gave Tony as he was told off was too good. He looked so small and vulnerable that Tony had it set in his mind that he was gonna have the boy on his knees again and this punishment was the perfect excuse to fuck Peter's inexperienced mouth like he wanted to in the limbo. And thank god, because Tony was slowly getting addicted to having his little spiderling like this, on his knees sucking his cock with that jailbait mouth like he was born for it. Another roll of Peter's tongue has Tony stuttering his hips and moving them in quick small thrusts in and out.
"I'm gonna come down your throat now," Tony states, leaving no more for objection. "And you're gonna be a good boy and swallow ever last drop okay? Good boys take their punishment with dignity and pride. Be a good boy for me." Tony shoves into Peter until he was nesting against his pelvis. The warmth and tightness became to much just then, feeling himself come down the teen's throat.
Tony's thick cock was lodged down his throat so deep, all Peter can do is swallow the hot spurts of cum over and over. Having Mr. Stark use his mouth like a whore had him so turned on, he can barely breathe, his own cock straining in his suit. He moans helplessly as his idle hands travel down to grip his hard on.
But one look at Peter and Tony knows. In one swift motion, he pulls his softening cock from the boy's mouth and grabs his hands above his head.
"Who says you get to come, hm? This is your punishment Petey, you don't get to have your release. You haven't earned it. " Mr. Stark says in an as a matter of fact way and Peter wants to cry. He sniffles, he never been this hard before in his life. What did Mr. Stark need from him? To give back the suit? A another apology? For him to beg to come? In that moment Peter would of done anything. There's no point in getting off if it's not with Mr. Stark, not anymore.
Peter's eyes are filled with arousal and sweet devotion. His lips puffy and red. It fills Tony with a sinful desire. Peter was far too easy like this. "I'm waiting Mr. Parker." Peter furrows his eyebrows together until it hits him and he manages to understand what the man wanted. He licked his lips before staring at his mentor.
"T-thank you Sir for letting me suck your dick," Peter says and the words feel foreign on his lips. Tony nods, pleased.
"Since you were such a good fuckhole for me, I think you deserve a little reward." Tony presents his right leg to Peter, moving it between the teen's spread thighs. "You can come but only by humping my leg." Peter's eyes widen at the realization of the man's words. He looks down at the roof, feeling humiliated and the undeniable throb of his confined cock.
"Are you going to take me up on it then? Gonna take your treat?" Tony purrs, petting Peter's curls. Peter's throat feels rubbed to hell so he nods at the man but Tony tsks in displeasure. "Use your words baby."
"P-please lemme get my treat M-Mr. Stark. I'm a good boy," Peter babbles, not recognizing the broken voice he hears. Tony smiles at him satisfied.
The New York sunset plays a beautiful backdrop, the sole witness to Peter humping his mentor's leg like a needy slut. His ears burn with embarrassment but he only thrusts his hips faster, unable to stop the lewd sounds from his mouth. It feels so good, also therapeutic and Peter feels more pre cum leak. He's already so close. The teen takes one quick look at his mentor's face, staring down at him, taking in how the handsome sternest of his features was in great contradiction with his near black eyes which was pure lust. He moaned, he wanted the man to touch him bad. Wanted to come from Tony's hands again.
"That's it baby, fuck my leg like a bitch in heat. Fuck, that's such a good look on you. You're gonna come aren't you? Go on then, come on my leg baby." Tony taunts and before he knows it, Peter is creaming his suit, letting out a strangled moan while grinding his orgasm into the meaty part of Tony's leg. "That's right, let it all out."
Peter pants hard, leaning his forehead against Tony's leg, coming down from the biggest orgasm he ever had. Tony lets him gather his breathing before he's pulling the boy up to his feet. Peter wobbles a little, knees being sore from being in the same position for so long but Mr. Stark is smiling at him like he's proud of him so Peter could care less about it. The smile falters a little as his eyes move down the front of Peter's suit. Peter follows them and blushes.
"You made another mess, just like last time." Tony states. He brushes his hand against the wet spot on Peter's suit, making the teen whimper. "I'm still taking the suit. But, next time I see you, it better not be for a punishment. Understood? Be a good boy for Peter." Tony says, in a demanding voice that shakes Peter to core.
Even though a part of him wants to disobey Mr. Stark, just to see what punishment he'd get, the bigger part wanted to be a good boy for his mentor, be worthy of his praise.
Peter bites his swollen bottom lip and says with the most conviction he can muster. "Yes, Mr. Stark."
Just then, Tony closes the distance between them and crashing their lips together. He holds Peter's jaw as he works the boy's mouth open, licking his way in, tasting his own cum. Peter is helpless to react, just becomes weak in his mentor's hold, letting Tony tongue fuck him. It doesn't last long but when Tony pulls back, Peter's needs to catch his breath. He stares scandalized at Tony through his lashes. The man only licks his lips.
"Good boy."