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Bucky leaned against the brick wall, sipping from his generic cup of coffee. Eyes scanning the pedestrian-busy road in front of him from behind his STARK sunglasses, he looked for something – someone – who stood out to him. But, it was all the same basic commuters and students as usual. He'd even posted up near Columbia University to try to find something unique in the crowd. In case he couldn't find the floppy-haired co-ed Tony had sent him to retrieve.
The submissive offerings are slim. And lackluster, he sent the message back to his fellow Dom. One of the few benefits to Tony's constant tech upgrades was that Bucky could send messages from behind his sunglasses without anyone knowing what he was doing and while also keeping an eye on the faces in the crowd.
You'll find the perfect one, came back a moment later.
There was a beat, then Bucky sent back, I think I just did. He tossed his half-finished coffee into the trash and casually moved himself into the path of his target – a brown-haired, slender co-ed carrying a load of books and a backpack. How was it that Tony's pre-chosen option was the only decent choice in the entire city?
Walking so that he and the co-ed would cross paths, Bucky deliberately bumped shoulders with the young man. The submissive immediately stepped aside, his head down, hugging his books to his chest, and began apologizing. It really was a perfect submissive display. This one had clearly been educated properly.
Bucky accepted the apology, sliding the sunglasses down his nose to get a better look, then invited the submissive to have lunch with him. An obvious cheat, since submissives weren't permitted to refuse requests from Dominants. But also a way to put the submissive at ease around an imposing Dominant with one metal arm.
They sat at the table and Bucky ordered for them both. Nothing more than a couple of sandwiches and sodas, but a decent enough meal. When the submissive left the table to retrieve their order from the counter, Bucky slipped Tony's special 'cocktail' into the sub's soda. It would be a little while before it took effect, but that would give Bucky enough time to learn what he needed to know.
The co-ed returned with their sandwiches and waited to be invited to sit again. Bucky learned that this beautiful, yet shy, submissive was named Peter. He looked small, but Bucky was pretty sure he was hiding some assets. He could wait a bit longer to find out what those were, even if he was salivating at the idea of tracing his tongue over well-sculpted abs and taught nipples. He was getting ahead of himself more than usual.
While they ate, Bucky gathered key details, such as, if Peter was attached to another Dominant or if he was still living with family. If he had any outstanding debts. If he'd ever been in any significant legal trouble or been sent back for re-education. All standard questions Dominants asked submissives they might be interested in claiming.
He even managed to remember to ask the sub's full name – something he sometimes forgot since Tony had plenty of other ways to find out things like that. This particular co-ed's name was Peter Parker. How adorable was that?
Bucky noticed Peter starting to droop like a three-day-old flower. That meant it was time to head out before he had to carry the kid. He got a couple coffees to go, then helped Peter, and all of his books, out to the waiting car Tony had sent for them.
He asked Peter if he'd been fucked before. The drowsy sub answered that of course he had. Many times. Pleased with that response, Bucky rubbed a hand up Peter's thigh. Inching higher until he was cupping the young man's already hardening cock.
Can I fuck him in the car? He's perfect, Bucky sent to Tony.
Now now, you know we always share the first time. Can't break with tradition.
Bucky managed not to growl in frustration. His own erection was already threatening the integrity of his jeans. His fingers gripped Peter tight enough to make the co-ed grunt.
"Happy," Bucky grumbled to the driver, "I will suck your dick if you get us to the tower in five minutes."
The driver, having stopped at a red light seconds ago, glanced over his shoulder to give Bucky an incredulous look. Was that for the request or the reward? Bucky couldn't tell.
Apparently deciding traffic laws were for other people, Happy found an opening in the pack of cars and maneuvered into it. He was definitely trying to figure out a faster route back to the tower.
I want to taste him.
Fuck. Be patient, Bucky.
You don't understand how beautiful he is.
Patience, Tony chided, even over text.
The rest of the drive back to the tower – even at Happy's record-breaking pace – still seemed interminable. Bucky was more than ready to get down to fucking the beautiful college-aged submissive he'd wrangled up for he and Tony. And he definitely wanted praise for not breaking Tony's rules. (Technically they were his rules too, but he wasn't always great at rules.)
Bucky guided their prize to the elevator and helped keep him standing during the ride up to the residential suite. Happy was somewhere behind them with the coffees Bucky had ordered earlier and all of Peter's books and other school paraphernalia. When the elevator doors parted on the main living space, Tony was standing on the other side, clearly waiting for his partner and their new toy.
"Oh, you weren't kidding," Tony commented, taking a greedy look up and down the young man barely staying upright. "He is perfect." Tony put a hand on the young man's shoulder to guide him off the elevator. "What's your name, beautiful?" he asked, voice coming out warm and inviting.
"Um, my – my name's Peter," he said, eyes blinking slowly through the haze of the drugs in his system.
"And do you know why you're here?" Tony continued.
Peter shook his head even as he blinked again and stared up into Tony's face. Some form of recognition passed through his eyes. "Oh wow. Wow! You're – wow - you're Tony Stark!" It was slow and slightly mumbled, but no less enthusiastic for it.
Tony smiled, white teeth glinting in the light through the windows. "I am. And do you know why I've brought you here?" he asked again.
"I – um – assume you want to fuck me. Kinda was hoping for something more academic though."
Bucky was trying not to laugh. Tony glared at him over Peter's shoulder.
"Not this time. You have to prove you're worth my time first. Then we'll see."
Peter nodded like he understood everything, though Tony wasn't entirely sure. "Okay, but, man, you didn't have to drug me. You could've just asked." He started to slump, but Bucky caught him under his arms to keep him up.
"No, see, we actually did. This test doesn't really work without the drugs." Obviously, Peter wouldn't know what that meant. That was okay; if Peter passed their test, maybe they could talk about it later.
Tony's AI already had the restraints fitted in the wall. Bucky carried Peter to them, wrestled the co-ed out of his shirt and jeans, then latched him in so he was facing the wall. While the restraints were primarily to hold Peter upright, they did present Tony and Bucky with the most gorgeous, spread-eagled submissive picture. One they stood back to admire for a moment, whispering to each other things they liked about what they could see.
"How hard is he?" Tony asked. Bucky's resulting wicked grin as he checked said everything Tony needed to know. "Tear 'em open. I don't have a spare jockstrap around, so we'll have to improvise. And make sure the -"
"Got it," Bucky confirmed, holding up a highball glass that he set aside for the moment.
Tony finished applying lube to his own cock and stepped up behind the groggy co-ed. Fingers gripping at the floppy brown waves on the young man's head, Tony leaned in close and told Peter, "I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass. And there's nothing you can do about it." When he glanced down, he saw Peter's cock twitch against his underwear. Tony grinned wickedly against the co-ed's hair. He was already enjoying the hell out of this and he hadn't even gotten started yet.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tony could see Bucky all but salivating. "You know what to do," Tony told him. Then he lined up his cock and pressed into the sweet heat of his potential new submissive pet. Tight and hot and perfect – just like Bucky had predicted.
Once his cock was fully seated in Peter's ass, his head almost began to swim. "Fuck, it's like he was made just to fit on my cock," Tony rumbled. He felt when Peter's body reacted with an involuntary shiver. Clearly enjoying this already as well.
"I don't think he'll last long when I start sucking him," Bucky commented, grinding the heel of his flesh hand against Peter's trapped dick. He took Tony's resultant chuckle as a cue to carry on.
Letting out a hungry growl, Bucky tugged the broken waistband of Peter's shorts down to expose his erect cock. It was even more gorgeous than he'd anticipated. Sitting back to admire it while Tony fucked the young man, Bucky wanted to nothing more than to wrap his lips around the bobbing erection in front of him.
Bucky's right hand stroked the solid flesh a couple of times, then he wrapped his lips around the leaking tip, careful not to swipe any of that fluid away just yet. Mostly, he held the tip in his mouth, making a distinct contrast in temperature to the shaft. He fully intended to play with this new toy before letting him come.
Tony had been mostly still while Bucky was getting himself into position. Now he was ready to make Peter feel the full power of his Extremis supplemented body. He pressed Peter's head forward until his face was against the wall. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'm so fucking horny, I don't know how much control I'll have." He didn't give the co-ed time to respond before he drew his cock back until it was nearly out of Peter's hole, then shoved himself back in as deep as he could go.
Peter didn't scream, but he did let out a sharp gasp of unexpected pleasure. That was all the encouragement Tony needed to step up his pace. Thrusting his hips hard and fast, fucking the beautiful submissive like it was his life's calling. Fucking into that tight heat was an amazing, heady feeling. He was certain he could do this for hours and never tire of it.
Kneeling on the floor in front of the submissive, Bucky was finally moving his mouth to envelop the full head of the co-ed's cock, still just holding it between his lips. He let out a long satisfied moan, his own erection pressing tighter against his jeans. He was nearly desperate to touch himself, but his left hand was holding the glass he would need in a few moments. Instead, he rocked his hips for a little friction while he held Peter's cock in his mouth.
Tony, one hand holding Peter's head against the wall, the other holding Peter's hip, kept fucking the submissive. Harder and faster. His hips slapped against Peter's ass in a pounding rhythm. Fucking the young man so hard it was pushing Peter's cock deeper into Bucky's mouth. Tony could hear the moans as Bucky took more and more of it in.
"Tell us when you're close, Peter," Tony rumbled in the submissive's ear.
Peter grunted, but seemed to understand what he was being told. Tony would have to reward Bucky for this find. This one really was perfect. So perfect, Tony wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold out. But he would beat out this submissive, at least, for sure.
He felt Peter's body stiffen slightly. Then the co-ed squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered that he was so close to coming. Tony glanced down to watch Bucky. Bucky drew his mouth free of Peter's cock, replacing it with his flesh hand. His metal hand held the glass up to the end of the co-ed's dick. Then he stroked Peter until he spilled into the glass. Bucky worked the co-ed's cock for a few more strokes, milking out every last drop.
"Fuck, that is hot," Bucky said. Then he looked up at Tony. "Want me to go now or wait for you?"
"Now. Gonna let you finish me off to top it up."
Bucky growled appreciatively and spread his knees as he opened his jeans. He drew out his own cock and began to stroke himself. He matched his rhythm to Tony's thrusts into Peter's ass. Working himself until he came, spilling himself into the glass he'd had Peter come into, letting out a long, low groan as he finished.
That was enough to push Tony close to the edge. He drew his cock free of Peter's ass, listening to the piteous little whimpers from the young man as he did. Keeping one hand against Peter's head, he braced the other against the wall as he positioned himself for Bucky to finish him off into the same glass.
Bucky dipped two fingers into the glass, then pressed those two fingers, coated in the mixed come, between Peter's lips. "I know you're hungry after all of that hard work getting fucked by Tony Stark," he said.
Pleasantly surprised, Tony watched Peter suck the liquid from Bucky's fingers. "Good boy," he said. "Keep going."
Peter continued to eat every drop of come Bucky fed him. Bucky even swiped his fingers around the glass to catch as much of the come as possible. "Can't leave any behind," Bucky said. Tony was sure the man wanted to hold the glass up for Peter to lick clean and would have if Tony had let the co-ed's head up.
They got Peter, and themselves, cleaned up in the large guest shower, then sat on the big soft couch in the sitting room to talk. The drugs Bucky had used to get Peter here had mostly worn off at this point, so the submissive was lucid again. Tony and Bucky both asked some basic mundane questions to get to know their new toy better.
Peter did speak up during a brief conversation lull to say, "You really didn't have to drug me to get me to come here. Totally would've come with just an invitation."
Tony grinned wickedly. "That's not what the drugs were for. We don't need to drug people to get them here. Everyone already wants to sub for us. That's actually the problem. No," Tony continued, "the drugs are to let us do what we want without the sub's influence. If you can't fight back or counter our directions, you can't top from the bottom or brat and mess with our plans."
"Still think I would've been okay. Probably would have let you drug me for the test if you'd asked," Peter countered gently.
"Tony – he's so much better than I imagined. And now I wish I'd blown him in the car," Bucky said, leaning into Tony's side.
Tony looked askance at the man. "Curb your oral fixation. Fuck." Then back to Peter, he said, "We have some rules you're expected to follow. You'll attend all of your classes. Sometimes remotely so we can use your body whenever we want. You'll keep up with coursework and keep your grades high. Your primary food source is come – as you may have guessed. Usually mine or Bucky's. However, yours is okay as well. So, unless we've told you otherwise, you're free to jerk off whenever you want, as long as you consume what you produce. Even if you have to save it for later. The one exception is when you're on campus for lunch. You may have a sandwich and a piece of fruit, since you'll be around fellow co-eds and faculty." He held up a hand to stall Peter's next argument or comment. He knew what was coming and already had a solution prepared. "I'm aware of your unique calorie needs because of your enhanced metabolism. We have that covered. There are special shakes designed only for you in the second fridge in the butler's pantry. Have one whenever you need if we're not around or we're busy and can't get away to spill down your throat."
Peter licked his lips and shifted in a way that told Tony he was already into their set-up for him. Then he asked, "For clarification, am I restricted to only having sex with the two of you? Or am I allowed to, say, suck cock strictly for meal purposes?"
Bucky blinked, seemingly surprised by the analytical thinking. He wasn't really sure how to respond to that. No one had asked before. Maybe Tony had a good answer.
Tony grinned, clearly impressed. "You were so right, Buck. He is absolutely perfect." Something they were likely to repeat, frequently.
"Sure," Bucky said. Then he turned back to Peter. "But that's your only question? Your only concern? Have you subbed for someone before?"
Peter shook his head. "You're the first to like, do it officially." It was Peter's turn to frown at the Doms. "Do you not know what they teach subs growing up?"
"No," Bucky answered. "Why would we?"
"Presumably so you'd know what we're told," Peter replied. "Look, we're taught from very early on that we're meant to be subservient, obviously. But it's more than that. We're supposed to be so good at this that we should be able to almost read your minds. I mean, not really, but - "
"Anticipate our needs," Tony finished.
"Right," Peter confirmed. "We learn the basics – walking a step behind, kneeling on command, not resisting requests, that sort of thing. Then it gets more involved from there. Subs aren't born inherently knowing everything about their position. It's a lot of training. Some of us are much better at it than others."
"And you're one of the better ones?" Bucky asked expectantly.
Peter snorted and shook his head. "No. I'm going to grad school. That means I'm fucking terrible at being a sub. I know all the rules and stuff, but I'm bad at staying still and I've been labeled a brat. No one wants me. The good ones got hand-picked by the 'upper crust'" – Tony tried to not take that personally – "when they graduated high school. Hell, they had probably been keeping tabs earlier than that. Grades and extracurriculars and test scores. Shit like that. Oh, and the ones from rich families who could afford big fancy private lessons – they get picked up first too."
"No lessons for you?" Bucky concluded.
Another snort. "Hardly. My parents might have been able to do something had they not died in an accident. My aunt and uncle became my guardians. But they didn't have any real money."
Tony held up a hand to pause Peter's explanation. "Were you born Dom? Then became sub under the guardianship rules?"
Peter nodded. "Yup. But I never got to the point of doing any of the Dom training, so there was nothing to even argue."
"Do you think you would have been better as a Dom?" Bucky asked, curious.
"Not even a little," Peter answered with a shake of his head. "I wouldn't be able to get a high quality sub if I'd been Dom because, technically, I was only half. So, this is better."
Bucky side-eyed Peter. "You're not part of one of those rebel groups are you? Fighting the system."
"Not as Peter Parker, I'm not." When Bucky looked more confused, Peter pointed to Tony. "He already knows. Hiding it is stupid."
Tony nodded confirmation. Then told Bucky, "He's Spider-Man."
"The vigilante little shit helping the group that wants to change the Dom-sub system?" Bucky seemed a little upset by that.
Tony grinned. "Yeah, that's him."
"Why aren't you pissed about this?"
"Because they have a long way to go before they make any headway."
Peter piped up. "The subs are only pushing for the right to say 'no' to some things. Notably being forced into relationships that don't work."
"Tell him the rest," Tony said.
Peter frowned a moment, then seemed to realize what Tony meant. "Oh, that I am one of the few subs with superpowers?" Tony nodded. "Yeah, so, Spider-Man has a basis in my powers. It's a lot. I'm sure Tony has most of the details in some database somewhere. Probably even things most people don't know."
Bucky turned to face Tony. "That's why you picked him? He's a superhero?"
"Side benefit. Come on, you said he was perfect when you didn't know. And he doesn't want to leave, which is even better. The last one we had couldn't wait to finish their twelve month contract and get out of here."
"I remember." Bucky slumped back into the couch. "They weren't even that good of a sub," he sulked.
Tony nudged Bucky's leg with his foot. "You gonna be okay with this one?"
"Yes. I'm just mad you didn't tell me."
"You would have tried to break him. Now you know you can go harder."
"If he agrees. What if he doesn't want to stay?"
Tony rolled his eyes at how depressing Bucky was being. "Peter, is twelve months too long for you?"
"Before or after the trial period?"
"We'll call it including the trial period with the option to renegotiate after the ninety days have passed."
Peter nodded. "I like that deal. The last Dom who tried to sign me wanted a five year commitment up front. Clearly thinking I didn't know the law. Or, that I was desperate."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Osborne or Beck?"
"Osborne. Beck's not a Dom. He just pretends to be."
"I know. It's why he also tries to make idiotic deals. He actually signed someone for a while about a year ago – until the courts caught it and nullified the agreement. So, trial period for ninety days, if you pass, you stay out at least the rest of the twelve. But if both sides are feeling it, then it's twelve months starting at the end of the trial. But if you fail out of the trial..."
"I'm pretty much fucked," Peter said.
"Why?"
"Three strikes," Bucky added. "He hasn't subbed for anyone beyond a trial period. He's already been bounced twice. One more and he gets dropped to the reserve list."
Peter nodded. "Submissive purgatory. That's not in your big fancy database?"
"Watch it," Tony warned. "I haven't had the time to read your extensive dossier, kid. Hadn't gotten to that part."
"You know of anyone who's gotten off the reserve?" Bucky asked, curiosity piqued.
"Not anyone who didn't immediately wish they were back on it. The lucky ones end up in the brothels. The unlucky ones, well, those are the ones the rebellion is fighting for the most. Those on the reserve aren't allowed to refuse an assignment. The Doms who sign them know that. So they get away with a lot more than they should. And sometimes the subs don't come out so well on the other side."
"You know anyone on the reserve? Personally, I mean."
Peter shook his head. "Not anymore."
"Were they lucky?" Bucky asked, almost feeling that he knew the answer before he saw the look on Peter's face. "Sorry."
Tony sighed. "On that note, Peter, do you have any other questions for us? Logistics are covered, but anything else?"
"You never answered my question from before about eating at class. Well, having sex beyond the two of you, really."
"Right. Only Bucky and I can fuck you. At least for now. That may change later. You are not permitted to fuck anyone without our express permission. Just to keep you from getting harassed though, any Doms who want to fuck your mouth can do so only if you can eat their come. Same with subs, but they must be upperclassmen. So, any grad students a year ahead of you or on a second or later Masters, and all PhD students. As well as anyone who's a graduate TA. You live here, so you're not under any RA's. Anyone else, Buck?"
"Any other paid school staff – admins, janitorial, whatever – are on the okay list to request use of your beautiful mouth. Think that covers it."
Peter nodded. "Got it. Thanks. And, is that noted somewhere?"
"We'll send it to you. Now," Tony began unfastening his pants, "I need you to come have your pre-dinner snack."
Peter licked his lips and slid to the floor. Crawling on his knees, he made his way to Tony and settled between the man's feet. He brushed his hands over Tony's thighs, waiting for his cue to begin.
1 month later
Peter slapped a hand down on his desk, panting into the camera. Obviously everyone in the virtual classroom knew what was happening – including the professor sporting an impressive hard-on in his slacks while he was trying to continue the lecture. Peter was doing his best to look like he was paying attention and taking notes while Bucky was mercilessly fucking him from behind.
He almost missed it when the professor called on him to answer a question. He had to hold up a finger while he caught enough breath to be able to speak. Then he answered the question perfectly – much to the professor's profound disappointment, since failure to answer correctly would mean he'd be requesting a blowjob as a disciplinary measure.
"Fuck!" Bucky shouted when the professor was in the middle of explaining the next equation. The whole class turned to stare at Peter through the feed. His mouth was gaped open and his eyes were closed while Bucky continued fucking him.
Bucky hit just right and Peter whimpered. Then he started begging. His own cock was so hard it hurt. And it didn't help that every time Bucky thrust into him, it thumped Peter's dick against the desk. He kept begging to come. Apparently he'd gotten loud enough that the lecture had been put on pause while the entire class watched. If Peter hadn't been in other classes where he'd seen this exact thing happen before, his face would be beet red instead of the warm pink it was now.
Part of the class was also begging Bucky to let Peter come. Another part was telling Bucky to make Peter wait – or not let him come at all. A few others were on their knees in front of the professor like they were waiting for treats.
Now Peter's cheeks flamed. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to see the class watching him. He heard someone over the video call out 'Oh let him come already! It'll be so fucking hot to watch!' And Peter wanted to disappear.
Behind him, Bucky chuckled and nudged the cup in front of Peter's cock – it was out of the direct line of sight of the class at least. "Okay, you can come now," Bucky said, voice strained over his own efforts.
It didn't take Peter long before he came into the cup like always, half-collapsing against the desk, panting to catch his breath after. Behind him, Bucky pulled his cock free of Peter's ass and pushed Peter to his knees. He stroked his dick a couple times to push himself over until he came directly into Peter's wide open waiting mouth. Over the video, the class cheered and clapped. Bucky gave an awkward wave before he walked away to clean up, tossing a, "Stay on your knees for the rest of class," over his shoulder as he went.
Peter dropped his forehead to the desk to hide the burning embarrassment on his face. He still needed to eat his own come before the end of class when he could go clean up. But before he could even get himself fully back under control and his breathing evened out, the asshole professor was asking him to answer another question, this time knowing Peter had no way of knowing the answer.
The response Peter gave – a middle finger – wasn't his smartest moment. He was assigned 'personal disciplinary-based assistance' as a punishment – which was bullshit faculty code for being sexually used for as long as the professor deemed necessary. It was also one of the exceptions to Tony and Bucky's 'no fucking' rule. Peter would be fucked repeatedly by his goddamned calculus professor over the next week.
On top of that, once Peter returned home from that class and punishment, he'd get another punishment from his Doms. Worth it, he thought to himself. He'd been wanting to flip the bird at his annoying calc professor for two damn years.
2 months later
Tony was sitting on the couch, Peter sitting on his cock keeping it warm, and Bucky sliding his own cock slowly in and out of Peter's mouth. "It's probably not fair to ask you now while you're full of our cocks, but which contract are we signing?" Tony asked.
Bucky slid his cock free of Peter's lips long enough for him to answer. "The longer one. In fact, if you want longer than twelve months, I'm up for it."
"Eighteen or twenty-four?" Tony asked. Bucky gaped in surprise. Tony grinned back at him.
"I'm up for twenty-four if you are," Peter responded. Then he angled to get Bucky's cock back into his mouth.
"Fuck. Twenty-four it is. Tony sign the paperwork!" Bucky exclaimed now that his cock was back in the warm, wet cavern of Peter's talented mouth.
Tony laughed. "In due time." Then he motioned for Bucky to move while he re-positioned Peter to be on his hands and knees, letting him fuck the co-ed at a better angle. "This ass is so perfect. JOCASTA draw up the papers. We'll sign them after dinner."
"On it, boss," the AI chirped back.
"I love his mouth," Bucky said as he thrust in hard and deep. "Didn't he say he was bad at being a sub?"
Tony nodded. "He did. And, outside of here, he kind of is. Getting into trouble with professors. Stirring things up as Spider-Man. But, we get to punish him, so it works out."
"You picked a good one for me to hunt down this time, Tony."
"I always do," Tony said, punctuating his words with perfectly timed thrusts into their brand new pet's tight ass.