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Peter kicked a can as he meandered aimlessly down the street. School was in session, but he’d skipped. He hated school; it was boring and his teachers never taught him anything new. He tried to go so Aunt May wouldn’t get fined for truancy, since they couldn’t afford it, but it was a constant chore to stay in the classroom and listen to the teachers drone on. It was worse when Peter knew they were wrong and wasn’t allowed to correct them.
Another can went careening towards a building, bouncing off the side. Peter glanced around and realized he was in an abandoned neighborhood. The houses looked nice, much nicer than his apartment back in Queens with his aunt. He looked over his shoulder, eyeing the area and trying to find out if anyone was around. His Spidey-Sense told him he was in the clear, so Peter grinned and jogged up to the house, climbing the steps and looking in the windows on the first floor.
He ignored the small spike in his Spidey Sense, assuming it was just adrenaline, and twisted the handle on the front door. It gave, and Peter grinned triumphantly as he pushed it open. He closed the door behind himself and glanced around the front room. It was empty, looking more like an abandoned project that had never been lived in than one who’s residents had fled. He wandered around the first floor, opening cupboards and twisting knobs. The water worked, which surprised Peter, and the electricity did as well.
He turned the corner and started up the stairs, wanting to check out the second floor. The stairs were surprisingly sturdy and held his weight with no issues as he ascended to the next level of the house. This floor had a long hallway with four doors, two bedrooms and a bathroom. He turned toward the fourth and final door but gasped when something latched onto his wrist.
Peter looked up, following the silver tendril until he came face-to-face with Him. Piercing blue eyes stared Peter down, rooting him to the spot. His heart thundered in his chest as Superior looked him up and down, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction.
“What, exactly, do we have here, hmm?” Superior asked, stepping closer to Peter.
“Um, s-sorry, sir,” Peter stuttered. “I thought this place was abandoned.”
“And so you thought it would be wise to break in?” Superior asked, arching his eyebrow.
Ducking his head, Peter felt his face heat. He was starting to panic because the thing holding his arm wasn’t budging. Nothing had been stronger than him since the spider bite, and he felt helpless in front of the most powerful man in the city. He tugged his arm again and Superior hummed.
“This is highly irresponsible, young man,” Superior said. “What is your name?”
“Um,” Peter panicked. His eyes flitted around the room, seeking escape. “Ben,” he blurted when Superior tugged on his arm to gain Peter’s attention.
“Well, Ben, I’m afraid you broke into the wrong building today,” Superior said. “Why did you think this was acceptable behavior?”
“What?” Peter muttered, glancing up at the man. “I dunno, no one was here, it was abandoned, who would it hurt if I checked it out?”
“Oh, dear boy, don’t you know?” Superior purred. “The only one it could hurt is you.”
Another tendril wrapped around Peter’s other wrist as Superior walked closer to Peter. His breath hitched when Superior reached out and tipped his face up with a single finger under his chin. He stumbled back and Superior followed, herding Peter into the bedroom. He backed the boy up, until his knees collided with a soft surface and he fell back onto - a bed?
“How old are you, little boy?” Superior asked, voice soft enough that Peter would have had to strain to hear if not for the enhanced hearing from the bite.
Peter gulped, eyes darting around the room, it was bare save the bed and Peter still couldn’t get free from the restraints. His mind whirled; he knew he couldn’t be honest - Superior was the one who made the truancy laws.
“Eighteen,” Peter gasped when the restraints around his wrists tightened. “I’m eighteen.”
Superior tsked and Peter blanched. “Let’s try that again, hmm?”
“What?” Peter gasped.
“Don’t lie to me, young man,” Superior scolded, leaning closer. “How old are you?”
“I-” Peter’s breath hitched. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sev-”
Superior sighed and shook his head, leaning back slightly. “I just said, do not lie to me.”
“I’m sorry, what do you want from me?” Peter cried.
“The truth.”
Peter whimpered and bit his lip. “Si-”
“Benjamin,” Superior said, in such a stern tone Peter’s breath caught. “I will not repeat myself.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Peter blurted. “I’m fourteen.”
“Good boy,” Superior purred, leaning closer.
“How did you know I was lying?”
“Oh, honey,” Superior said, a smirk spreading across his face. “I know everything I need to know about you.”
Peter gasped, leaning away as much as he could.
“I know your name, Peter Benjamin Parker. Your age, freshly fourteen,” Superior said, crowding closer to Peter with each sentence. “Your birth-”
Peter’s breath hitched, hoping he wasn’t about to say what he thought he was.
“-day, August eleventh, two thousand one,” the man finished and Peter let out his breath. “I know that you just began your freshman year at Midtown School of Science and Technology, but that you skip far too frequently for my liking, Mr. Parker. I wonder why that is.”
“Ah,” Peter cried softly. Superior was so close he could smell the coffee on the man’s breath. “Well, school doesn’t hold my attention.”
“That so?” Superior asked, arching a sardonic brow. “And why is that?”
“Well, I already know what they’re ‘teaching,’” Peter muttered, tugging his wrists harder. They didn’t budge.
“Hmm, I wonder what I can do about that,” Superior mused. Peter thought he might actually be pondering it, while hovering over Peter on a musty bed in an abandoned building, miles from civilization. “But no matter,” he finally said, shaking his head slightly. “I think it’s time we show little boys why they don’t wander into places they have no right being.”
“What?” Peter squeaked.
Forgoing an answer, Superior slid his hands over Peter’s torso down to the bottom hem of his tee shirt. He grasped two fistfuls of Peter’s shirt and ripped it apart, dropping the tattered sides to run his hands over Peter’s newly bared skin.
“Wha-” Peter gasped. “No, stop, what are you doing!?”
Peter tugged on his wrists even harder, twisting his upper body and kicking out with his feet. He managed to shove himself into the center of the bed, but Superior simply followed him, pressing his fingers into Peter’s skin.
“Ah! Stop! What the hell are you doing?” Peter cried. “Stop! Please! I don’t want this!”
“I don’t remember asking if you did, baby boy,” Superior cooed.
“What-” Peter continued to struggle even as Superior bent his head and pulled Peter’s nipple into his mouth. “Please, stop, please.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make it feel so good,” Superior cooed against Peter’s skin. “You’ll be begging for more before I’m through with you.”
“Stop, sir, please,” Peter sobbed, thrashing as much as he could.
Superior ignored him, moving over to his other nipple and taking it into his mouth. He suckled on the nub while Peter cried and begged him to stop. Peter felt something wrap around his legs and lifted his head as much as he could to look. More of the silver tendrils were twined around each leg, slowly dragging them apart.
“Please,” Peter begged.
Without acknowledging Peter, Superior moved down his body. He trailed kisses along Peter’s stomach and Peter’s chest heaved with his sobs. His arms and legs were pinned to the bed, splaying him out like a starfish. Superior popped the button on Peter’s jeans and he thrust his hips up, trying to dislodge the man. All that accomplished was more tendrils winding around his torso and holding him down, pinned to the bed securely.
He couldn’t move as his jeans were tugged down his legs. Superior left them around his ankles, tugging his boxers down to join them. Peter cried harder, embarrassed and disgusted.
“And what is this, hmm?” Superior purred, nuzzling his face into Peter’s groin.
“Stop, please, don’t.” Peter’s voice cracked as he continued to cry, trying in vain to pull his knees together.
“You’re perfect, baby boy,” Superior cooed. “Look at this perfect pussy.”
“No, please,” Peter whimpered.
Superior continued to ignore Peter’s protests, dragging his fingers softly over Peter’s labia. He hated how his breath caught at the feeling, and hated it more when Superior grinned up at him.
“That’s it, feels good, doesn’t it?”
“No!” Peter grunted, thrusting his knee forward and connecting with the man’s jaw.
“Ah, well that’s not very nice,” Superior scolded.
“Not nice?!” Peter screamed as still more tendrils wound around his knees, holding his legs open. “Why the fuck should I be nice to you?”
“Such language from such a little boy,” Superior tutted.
Peter went to protest but his breath caught when he felt something brush his clit. He clenched his jaws closed and screwed his eyes shut. He would not enjoy his rape.
The more he was stimulated, the less Peter felt like arguing. It did feel good, and he hated himself for thinking that.
“That’s it, good boy,” Superior purred. “Nice and wet for me. Let’s get a taste, shall we?”
“Wha-” Peter’s eyes flew open, and he lifted his head. All he could see was the top of the man’s dark head between his thighs. Then he felt the first swipe of a tongue and held back a groan. “What are you doing?”
No response came as the man continued exploring Peter’s folds with his lips and tongue and teeth. Peter pulled at his restraints, desperately wishing to be free. His traitorous hips shifted, lifting up and pressing his pussy more firmly into his rapist's face. A dark chuckle reverberated over his body and Peter shivered.
He didn’t know how long he laid there, tears streaming down his face as he gave into the pleasure and allowed the moans to slip past his lips. The older man did his best to make Peter feel good as promised, and he succeeded. Hating himself for it, Peter knew he was close to an orgasm.
“Please, stop,” Peter begged, desperately hoping he wouldn’t come. “Stop, stop, please, oh god, please, don’t-”
A hum vibrated against him and that was it, Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he convulsed beneath the man. He cried out, biting through his lip and trying desperately to quiet his moans of pleasure as his orgasm rippled through him. Superior eased him through it and Peter hoped he was done. That was it, they’d leave and never speak of this again. Who would Peter tell? Who would do anything about Superior raping him? No one, and they both knew that. So Peter vowed to keep it to himself.
But Superior wasn’t finished. He flicked his tongue over Peter’s still-sensitive clit and pressed the tip of his finger to Peter’s hole. His eyes flashed open and Peter’s struggles renewed.
“No!” Peter screamed. “Stop! Someone please! Help! Please!”
He continued to fight and scream, desperate for the man to stop. Superior laughed, deep and throaty, as he pressed his finger inside Peter’s body. Peter went rigid, tensing up and clenching his muscles tightly.
“Did you think that was it, baby?” Superior asked, and the condescension in his voice brought fresh tears to Peter’s eyes. “What kind of punishment is over so soon?”
“Please, sir, you don’t have to do this,” Peter sobbed. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll go to school every day, I won’t break into any more abandoned buildings, please. Just, please, stop, please.”
“I do so like to hear you beg,” Superior murmured. “Do it some more.”
A sob rocked Peter’s body. It was useless to continue begging, it only seemed to egg the man on further. Peter resolved to keep his silence, refusing to give the man the pleasure of his pleas.
“Aww, what’s wrong, sweetheart? No more pretty words for me?”
Peter glared at the man, clenching his eyes tightly as a second finger pressed inside to join the first. His cheeks were as soaked as his pussy from the tears that flowed freely. His throat ragged and sore from his screams. He knew what was coming, and he knew he was powerless to stop it. Peter relaxed his body, melting into the mattress and letting his mind go.
He still felt when a third, and then a fourth finger was added to his body. He felt the second orgasm rock through him. He felt the breath on his skin, and the hands roaming his body as Superior moved up to hover over him. Peter felt the tip of the man’s cock brush his hole and that snapped him back to reality. His eyes focused and his mind screamed at him.
“Stop, stop, please, please, you don’t have to do this, please,” Peter began begging again, knowing it was futile but unable to stop himself as he thrashed against his restraints again. “Please, stop, please don’t, sir, please.”
“There we go, let me hear that pretty voice of yours, baby,” Superior cooed. “Thought I’d lost you for a minute there.”
“Please,” Peter sobbed, hiccuping and trying desperately to free himself.
He felt the man’s cock nudge him again, felt the man reach between them to position himself and then slide in ever so slowly. Tears continued to stream down his face even as the man praised him for taking it so well.
“You’re doing so well, kiddo. Such a champ,” Superior praised and Peter’s breath caught. “Good boy, that’s it, take me in nice and deep.”
“Stop,” Peter whispered, his voice run down and weak. “I don’t want this.”
“You do, can’t you feel it?” Superior said. “It feels so good, being filled and stretched. My cock so deep inside you.”
“No, no it doesn’t feel good,” Peter lied. “Please stop. You can still stop.”
“Mmm, I don’t think I will, baby,” Superior said. “And what have I said about lying to me, hmm?”
“‘M not lying, ‘m not lying, please,” Peter cried as Superior pulled his hips back and slid free until just the tip remained inside Peter’s body. “Pl-”
Superior slammed back in as Peter began speaking, punching a gasp from the boy. He did it again, and again, and again. He set a rough, fast pace, fucking Peter into the mattress. Peter clenched his hands into fists and slammed his jaws shut.
He knew himself, and if he opened his mouth nothing but wanton moans would come out. He didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction, so he squeezed his eyes shut and held on, wishing for it to be over.
His pleasure climbed, spiking when Superior pressed his thumb into Peter’s clit, rubbing it back and forth. High-pitched keens forced their way out of Peter’s throat, and he whined as he canted his hips up to meet Superior thrust for thrust. It felt good, better than anything else ever had, and he knew he was close to a third orgasm. He hated it, but it felt too good to want it to stop.
“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” Superior grunted. He squeezed Peter’s jaws together, forcing them open. “That’s it, good boy.”
Moans slipped past Peter’s lips as Superior pressed his thumb into Peter’s mouth. He suckled on it, arching into the man and wishing desperately for release. He was so close, so close to coming again. The others hadn’t been so bad, really. And so what if Peter hadn’t wanted this at the start? He wanted it now, wanted nothing more than to come on Superior’s cock and come and come and come.
“Please!” Peter cried.
“Please what?”
“Please, please, oh god, please,” Peter moaned.
“You gonna come, baby? Hmm? Gonna come on my cock like a good little slut?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes, ‘m gonna come, please, please, please, please,” Peter chanted.
“Good boy, that’s it,” Superior bent down and claimed Peter in a kiss. Peter kissed back as best as he could, desperate to reach that precipice. “Go on then, come for me.”
Superior did something, shifted his hips or used the tendrils or something and Peter’s back arched off the bed. He clenched around the man’s cock and cried out, a long guttural moan, as he came. Superior fucked him through it, thrusting several more times before finally hilting himself inside Peter. Tears leaked from beneath Peter’s lashes as they panted together.
“Hmm, that’s a good boy,” Superior murmured. “I think I’ve found my new pet.”
Peter’s eyes flashed open, and he gasped. Pet?
“Wha-” Peter gasped, cut off with a fierce kiss from the man still deep inside him.
He twisted his head to the side, demanding an answer. “What do you mean?”
“If school is so boring, and you’re reduced to breaking and entering, I think I’ll bring you home and teach you your place,” Superior said.
“What? No! You can’t-” Peter was cut off with another kiss.
“I’ll send for your aunt, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours,” Superior said. “You’re mine now.”