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It has been two days since the gallery and Bucky had managed to avoid Stark. Till now.
"Jarvis said you needed to see me?" Bucky tries to ignore how the door slides shut behind him. It's the end of the day, and he is looking forward to stopping and getting some Thai, so he tries to focus on that and not his pounding heart.
"Normally I have a pending lawsuit or police to pay off by now." Tony tosses down a wrench on the workbench in front if him, making Bucky jump. "Toss a few hundred thousand around, life goes back to normal."
Bucky can only blink at him. What is he talking about? Is SI getting sued? He should have brought his tablet so he could take notes. Why does he always have to be such a huge fuck up?
"Did you like it? That it?" Tony asks and it jars Bucky from his own thoughts. Wait. Is... is Tony talking about the other night?
"You did. You liked choking on my cock. Did you get off on it? Go home, jerk off to the thought of me doing it again?"
Bucky is trying to bore a hole in the ground he can escape through. What does he say? He did get hard when Tony... when he did that. That does mean he liked it at least a little, right?
Suddenly Tony is there, right in front of him, and Bucky stumbles back into the workbench behind him.
"I certainly did. Thought about it a lot since. How you looked, how wrecked, all wide eyed like a helpless doe." Tony takes another step forward. Bucky grips the table behind him to steady his hands.
"Sir, I..." Bucky swallows, glancing from Tony to the door quickly, willing someone to come in.
"You worried? Don't be. Jarvis won't open that door again till I tell him to. We have all the time we need."
"M-my work..." Bucky tries, and Tony tuts.
"I decide what you're needed for, what you're used for." Tony's voice is lower now, and the hairs on Bucky's arms raise.
Tony presses in close, his hand lands softly on Bucky's side. It makes Bucky startle and Tony chuckles.
Tony's hand slides down to rest between Bucky’s legs. Gasping, Bucky feels the warmth of Tony's hand as he cups Bucky. What does he say? He didn't want that, doesn't want this. Bucky does know, however, that he wants a roof over his head and for the he needs this job.
Bucky shudders as a thumb strokes him through the fabric to drag along his traitorous length, already responding to the touch.
"Please, sir, I don't..."
"Sir? I like that." Tony interrupts, moving his hand to give Bucky's balls an almost painful squeeze. Bucky let's out a pained gasp but can't pull away. "Such a well mannered boy.
Tony's eyes are dark as he grins, face close. Then he ducks to bring his mouth to Bucky's ear, nipping at the lobe. "Fuck, you getting hard already? What a needy slut."
"N-no..." Bucky tries, but Tony licks a path along his neck and he shivers. His cock twitches in Tony's palm.
"Is that right?" Tony asks, taking a moment to suckle where Bucky's ear meets his neck. Warmth and need coil in his stomach and Bucky feels sick at his reaction, Tony's hand having moved to slide down in between the skin and fabric. It's like an electric jolt as his warm, rough hands rub against the skin of his stomach.
"Please stop..." Bucky pants, his voice barely a whisper.
Tony chuckles, the vibrations tickling his neck. Then his dry, calloused hand wraps around Bucky's half hard dick.
"I don't think you actually want me to stop. You want this." Tony runs his thumb along the head of his cock and Bucky bites his cheek painfully to stifle a moan. "Why else would you be hard, hmm?"
Then Tony gives him a rough tug and Bucky cries out, his hips following. "Answer me, Barnes, why are you hard?"
Tears prickle Bucky’s eyes and Tony doesn't miss a beat, gathering Bucky's precum and giving him a few quick, hard strokes. The grip is too hard, and Bucky let's out an embarrassing whinper. But still it does something to him, a need coiling in his stomach.
"I d-dont know..." Bucky stammers, his voice hoarse. "Please, just..."
"I know what you need." Tony breaths in his ear, breath hot and humid on his skin before setting a quick, too dry rhythm that leaves Bucky leaning into Tony with a pained sob. Still, his cock leaking and his breathing quickens. At least the slide gets less painful as Tony continues, lubricated by Bucky himself.
"Don't fight it, Barnes. Just relax, it'll make this whole thing easier."
Bucky tries to fight it, but with a full body shudder Bucky comes, hard, and he can feel tears wetting his face. He just came from Tony Stark giving him a hand job, one Bucky thought he didn't want. But then why did he...
"My turn." Tony withdraws his hand, wiping it on Bucky's shirt. He's too dazed to say anything, but then Tony is grabbing his hips and spining him around. Shoving at his back, Bucky's upper body falls across the table.
"Sir?" Bucky manages, heart pounding, head still spinning as he is pressed into cool metal. What has he done? He let his boss jerk him off, he had cum from it. Nails scrape his skin as Tony jerks at his pants and boxers in one go, exposing his ass in one move.
"Wait!" Pushing against the slick table, Bucky tries to get purchase. This can't happen, not this. Bucky is shoved back down, the hand remaining at the small of his back. Something cold and metal is gripping his wrists, there is a jerking motion and a clank and... there are thick cuffs around his wrist. They are stuck fast to the metal table, positioned above his head. It forced him to stay bent over, helpess...
"Wait... please..." Bucky tugs at them, head swimming, everything is happening so fast. It's like a dream, a nightmare.
"Behave. I don't have all day." Tony growls. "You just came all over a five hundred dollar pair of pants, don't pretend you don't want this."
"Please, I... I c-could give you a blow job?" Bucky begs, breath catching in his throat.
Tony laughs. "That isn't what I want. I've had that, remember? What I want now is your ass. I want to shove my cock, which has been aching for you all day, into that tight little pucker." Tony dribbles something cool and slick on his exposed hole.
"Wha... please, Mr. Stark, I can...'
A finger grazes his entrance and Bucky tenses, then there is pressure, a stretch Bucky thought would be worse...and Tony Starks finger slides into Bucky’s hole. It twists and wiggles, gaining a whimper from Bucky.
"Fuck, that's hot." Tony moans, and he pulls it out only to shove it back in fast and hard, getting another cry from Bucky. "Fucking squeezing me, and that's just one..."
The finger slides out, but before Bucky can take another breath it is back, another pressing against him as well, and then Tony shoves both inside. He wasts no time scissoring and stretching.
"Too... oh, fuck, please... just, slow down..."
"You sound so fucking adorable, you know that? I'm in a hurry though, so we'll play slower later." Tony thrusts faster, probing. "You are going to be so much fun. All mine to play with and ruin."
"Please, I've never..." The fingers spread apart and he lets out a cry. Bucky pulls at the restraints and they don't budge. Tony doesn't stop, pulling mostly out before sliding back in with more lube.
"Are you a virgin, Barnes?" Tony asks evenly, like he is simply asking about a report. Before Bucky can answer the fingers inside brush against something and Bucky twitches on the table. What...
There's that heat in his stomach again and Bucky lets out a humiliated sob that's cut short by another pass on his prostate, turning into a choked moan.
"You are, arent you.... fuck, the gift to myself that keeps giving." Tony sounds more affected now, but he pulls his fingers out with no warning and Bucky sags in relief. Maybe he is going to...
A third finger is added to the others when they press against him again and Bucky keens at the stretch as Tony breaches him with no warning.
"Wait... you can't, you can't just..." Bucky pants, so full. He's never...
Bucky cries against the table as Tony fucks him with his fingers, the stretch still painful but not as sharp. Tony makes sure to hit that spot ever few times, and Bucky cries harder as the table below his cock grows slick. He's hard again.
Then it's over again, and Tony pulls away. Bucky doesn't say anything, just let's the tears pool under his face.
"You are mine, Barnes." It's a growl this time. "Let me show you."
There is a rustle of fabric, and the sound of a belt being... no.
Bucky tugs harder at the bindings, Tony having stepped back up again so his legs keep Bucky's from closing.
"No! Tony, you can't..."
"It's 'sir', remember? And I can do whatever I want with my toys. Play with them, break them, share them. But first..."
Something thicker, warmer presses against him and Bucky tenses as the thick, bulbous head pushes in.
"Tony... sir!" Bucky keens, because Tony doesn't stop. Just relentlessly and slowly pushes into him, the stretch painful this time and Tony gives no chance for him to adjust.
"Fuck, you are tight. We'll have to see to that, I like a sloppy cunt." Tony pants, and he grabs Bucky’s hips hard enough he knows it'll bruise. "Gotta break you in."
Tony presses thrusts forward then burrowing the rest fast and hard till Bucky can feel him pressed against him. Bucky can feels like he is being split open.
"Stop..." Bucky cries, too full, too much. "Please get it out..."
Tony does pull out, till only the head of his cock holds Bucky open. He gives no warning, pulling at Bucky the same time he trusts in, hard, and Bucky screams in pain this time as his stomach cramps.
"Oh god." Bucky moans, when Tony grinds into him, this time its like he aims for that damn spot though. "Oh god, please, your too..."
Tony pulls back, and the slide out leaves Bucky breathless and he drags along Bucky'sprostate. Then Tony slams back in, the slap of flesh and Bucky's cry of pain filling the otherwise quiet room.
"I fit just fine, see?" Tony moans. "Fuck, you are so tight..."
Bucky can only take it then as Tony sets a punishing pace, all Bucky can do is hold on, his own cock leaking and twitching beneath him.
He can feel it building again as Tony takes him, telling Bucky in hand a dozen ways how he's Stark’s now. Proving it with the easy violation, the way Bucky's cock responds.
Bucky is panting heavily, eyes clenched shut as Tony hammers into him with no regard, yet his body betrays him. Bucky can feel it building and he just hopes Tony finishes before Bucky can embarrass himself again.
"You just suck me right in don't you, Barnes. Didn't know I was hiring such a messy slut." Tony grunts, burying deep with each thrust. "Ruined my pants, slicking up my work bench. All why crying such pretty tears."
Bucky puts his forehead against the table, wishing this to be over even as he fights the want for more friction on his own cock, unable to ignore the slapping sound of flesh and how Tony carves him open over and over, hitting his prostate ever other pass.
The new angle leaves Bucky clenching his fists, not wanting to give Tony the satisfaction. But Tony is relentless, and Bucky bites down on his lip as his whole body shudders, pleasure crashing through his in unwanted waves as he comes hard. Again.
Tony actually moans, losing his rhythm and gripping Bucky's hips harder. "That's right kid, squeeze me good, fuck..."
The thrusts become more brutal, less targeted, and Bucky feels like it will never end. But then Tony is laying across his back, buried deep inside Bucky, and he can feel a warmth spill inside of him, Tony's cock twitching. Right. Tony hadn't used a condom.
The weight on top of Bucky remains, but he doesn't say anything, Tony's softening cock still in him.
"Fuck, I could get used to this. You'll be moving into the tower." Tony pulls away, sliding out of him, and there is the rustle of fabric again.
Bucky says nothing, there is no point. He hears the doors slide open, and then there is a click as the cuffs disengage. He slides to the floor slowly, wincing at the pain when as his sits.
Bucky had fucked up at that party somehow, and now he belongs to Tony Stark now.