The Volunteered Tribute

by RotherhamMan

Summary:

New to the Avengers team, Peter is eager to help in any way he can. Having seen a terrible foe coming their way the Avengers have a plan not to stop but appease Thanos with an offering. Peter should have asked more questions before he agreed to it.

Notes:

THIS IS A DARK STORY, HEED THE TAGS.

Chapter 1: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Peter wasn’t going to let the Avengers down, and he was prepared to do what he had to for them. Despite setting off from his home nice and early he had been hit with delay after delay. The last one, a bus that didn’t want to be even close to the scheduled time, had him make the snap decision to duck into an ally to change into his Spider-Man costume. It wouldn’t be the first time he had made a commute as Spider-Man.

He had wanted to arrive as himself, for the Avengers to get to know Peter Parker properly, but he would rather make a good impression with being on time. It wasn’t like they didn’t already know him, though not as well as he would like. He had hoped to build a camaraderie with them, to be someone they saw as a person as well as a fellow Avenger, and maybe be able to come to them for help when his personal and professional life clashed. He didn’t have many people he could go to when he had a problem and sorely needed some.

With a slingshot manoeuvre he launched himself up high enough to land on the balcony of the Avengers Tower. Not the entrance he had planned on making but he hoped an impressive one. Pulling his mask off but keeping the rest of his costume on—not having anything on underneath but his underwear—he hurried inside; right on time and having barely broken a sweat despite the effort of his journey.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, the bus was fully loaded so I webbed it over,” he said in a hurry, taking in who was there.

The main Avenger members were the only ones there, no one he didn’t already know. The Captain, Thor, and Tony, all sitting in the living room area. Despite having met them all he still felt starstruck that he was not only meeting them but on the same team as them, that they had seen his efforts and judged him to be a needed addition to their team. They had taught him only a few new tricks so far but Peter had absorbed every one and was eager for more.

Though he didn’t know them so well yet he could tell there was something off in the way they were sitting, like they were tense about something, about to break bad news. Peter felt a flash of worry before reasoning that they were probably worried over the same reason they had called him over. There must be trouble, but they thought he could help with it. Without realising it he stood up straighter and puffed out his chest, wanting to seem older and more capable. He was up to the challenge and wouldn’t fail them.

“It’s okay, we’ve waited for you,” said Steve shortly. He hadn’t been so curt with Peter in the past but he didn’t let himself take it personally.

“Thanks!” he said, joining them sitting down and hoping his cheer might lighten the mood a little. The chairs in the area they had chosen were really stools, four of them in formation. It felt strange to be sat with three of the greatest heroes of Earth. Even after working with them for about a year he still couldn’t believe it. Despite the seats being the same and equal distance from one another Peter was still dwarfed by the three men, even Tony was larger than him from years of heroism.

“Peter,” began Tony, and Peter instantly gave the man his full attention, “The reason we waited wasn’t just because you’re one of the team. We need your help specifically with something.”

Peter sat up straight. This really was it, his big moment. The Avengers needed something done and they had called for him personally. He tried not to sound too eager when he spoke, though he suspected he had given himself away with his body language. “Sure! Happy to help.”

Steve shifted on his stool, not looking quite at Peter, as if Peter had somehow said the wrong thing. “Perhaps you should understand what we’re asking of you before you agree to it.”

Peter knew some of the Avengers thought he was too young for the things he did. Captain America was just concerned for his safety, he should feel touched by the man’s concern. “Okay, what’s the problem?” he asked.

Thor began explaining it to him. He seemed the least worried of the three and Peter wondered what the problem was that he was handling it so differently. “The sentinels of other worlds have contacted me, warning of a threat sweeping across the galaxy. It is predicted it will arrive on Earth in about one-hundred days. His name is Thanos, and he is a powerful being in his own right without the power of a world’s population for an army backing him.”

Tony continued, “We have plenty of time to prepare, and we already have a plan.”

Peter wished he could have been involved in the planning but he supposed that was for more mature minds. He was still a part of the plan and if the threat was as great as he was being told then he would gladly help in whatever way he could. It was, after all, a plan made by the Avengers.

“We were tossing about ideas and Thor mentioned a custom of his people. At first we thought he was joking but the more we thought about it the more it seemed like a viable option.”

Thor resumed his explanation, as it was his tradition. “Like the old tribes on Earth, the Asgardians would sometimes offer other tribes, and later other worlds, tribute as a sign of good will and in the hopes of giving them reason not to begin a war.”

There was something in the way Thor said the word “tribute” that made Peter think that his initial interpretation of an offering of wealth wasn’t the one Thor meant. He thought about it, but the look of seriousness on Thor’s face and Steve’s discomfort told him what he needed to know. Tony was hard to read, his poker face in full effect.

“Wait…” Peter began, wanting to make sure he had this right. “When you say tribute, you want to offer this guy a person?”

“Basically, yes,” said Steve. Then he hurried to say, “Someone who would agree to it, who sees the greater good and the worth of their sacrifice.”

Tony nodded in agreement, particularly at the phrase “greater good”. “That someone would spend the next hundred days in training to be whatever Thanos wants of them.”

Whatever. That word made Peter’s skin crawl, and he had only thought about the implications for a second. “I’m not sure about this,” he said. For a plan devised by the Avengers this wasn’t at all what he had expected. He had thought they would have a strategy that involved tactical combat and maybe negotiation, not pacification through such… primitive and barbaric means. “I mean, I get the idea of a sacrifice for the greater good and offering one person to save the whole world, but…”

Tony interrupted him, something Peter had grown accustomed to him doing, but this was done with the insistence of trying to get their point across because they were sure they were right. “We’ve been discussing it all night and day. We have been over everything and have, all three of us, come to the conclusion that it is our best option. We couldn’t win a war with this guy, not with the power he wields.”

There was a moment of silence. Peter was thinking it over, aware that the three were all watching him, wanting his opinion on their highly unethical plan.

Steve’s tone was grave when he broke the silence. “Will you help us with this, Peter?” His tone had some finality to it Peter didn’t understand. Was he the deciding vote? He didn’t want to be the one who screwed up their plan, but this was something he couldn’t take lightly. He didn’t have long to think about it though, they clearly wanted an answer now. Maybe he shouldn’t overthink it, the guys must have done enough of that. If greater minds couldn’t come up with anything better then what chance did he have?

“If you guys think it is right…” Peter said, slowly. “Yes. I will help.”

The three men sagged in relief, though in Steve’s case it seemed more like resignation. Tony looked almost pleased, Thor like he had lost a friend and was about to make their sacrifice worth the loss. Wanting to understand more of this plan to try and understand the ethics of it, just what it was that he had agreed to take part in, Peter asked the obvious question.

“Have you decided who to ask?”

“We’ve already asked them,” said Tony, with a slight smile of amusement. “And they’ve already agreed.”

So had they already given the go ahead to the plan before he had arrived? Or had they just had someone on standby? “Who is it?” He wondered if he would try and talk them out of it or reassure them into it. He looked at the three of them, wondering if one of them had decided to be the tribute, to make the sacrifice for their world, and wanted his help in the training.

“You.” Tony said it bluntly and shortly. Like the punchline of a joke.

“Wha—” Peter started, his mind trying to review what he had been told with the new context of who it would be done to. He had a brilliant mind, but he didn’t have the time.

The three Avengers, grown men who were strong beyond mere mortals and fully trained, all jumped him at once. From either side Steve and Tony grabbed his arms while Thor leapt straight over him in a single bound and grabbed his body from behind. Peter had felt so safe and secure in the Avengers headquarters, had trusted these men so much, that he had to work through a moment of shock at what they had said and what they were doing before he could fight back. By then it was too late.

Peter had enhanced strength, but Captain America was just as strong. In the moment between his statement and his attack Tony had formed the nanotech Iron Man armour around himself which made up for his lack of strength. Thor was a god and he was the one who really held Peter in place. He wrapped an arm around Peter’s neck from behind while the other two took an arm and leg each. The three crashed to the ground on top of Thor who wasn’t phased by the fall.

“Sorry kid, but we all agreed you were the one he’d like best,” said Tony. The only thing his tone gave away was how he was straining to hold the younger man in place. There was no regret that Peter could hear.

Thor’s deep voice spoke directly into his ear. “This is a great honour, young one. You will be venerated for your sacrifice.”

“Just let it happen,” Steve snapped, as if this was a simple order to be obeyed and a personal wish. He wanted this over with. “It’ll be easier for all of us.”

Peter tried to say something, though he wasn’t sure what it would be. Without anything clear to say and Thor’s arm cutting off his air completely all that could come out was a choked off cry that sounded pathetic in the presence of such men.

Why hadn’t his spider senses warned him of this? Peter could barely think but that was a deep cut to his mind without him understanding why. There was so much Peter had to say about all of this but Thor was increasing the pressure around his neck with his thickly muscled arm and the panic brought on by the loss of air was overtaking everything. He struggled even harder now his body was fearing for its life but the three of them were too strong. If there was just one less then he might stand a chance, but they seemed to know just how many men it would take to subdue him and which it should be to reassure him and lure him into a false sense of security.

Peter felt himself blacking out. The last thought he had before passing out was that if his senses hadn’t alerted him then it could only be because he genuinely wasn’t in any danger.

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When Peter woke it took the typical moment waking does for him to realise what had happened to him. The straps holding him down really helped. He tried moving but there were a lot of them all over, so tight and so well placed they cut off any leverage he might have. They were strong but soft, as was the surface he was restrained to. It was some padded surface, lying flat so he could only look up at the dimly lit ceiling. He wasn’t wearing his Spider-man suit any more, he was completely naked. He must have been stripped by the men while he was unconscious and the thought made him shiver. He wasn’t uncomfortable, at least. Not that he was comforted at all by the knowledge that he was being held prisoner by the Avengers—his friends!

What was it they had said? That some alien threat was coming and they wanted someone to be trained as a tribute?

“That someone would spend the next hundred days in training to be whatever Thanos wants of them.”

It had been bad enough to think of that happening to someone but happening to him? He realised he was now flipping his position based on how it affected him, but he had been told that the person would be fully informed and would agree to it. All he had done was say he would help them, was that really all they thought they needed from him? He would withdraw his consent, surely that would be all he had to do. They could forget this misunderstanding had ever happened and maybe even one day they could laugh about it.

In his desperation, Peter didn’t realise just how naive he was being.

The door he could barely see opened, the lights coming on fully as the room was entered. He raised his head and saw the three men who had wrestled him down and choked him out enter. They moved to surround him, putting Peter in mind of wolves. The looks they wore weren’t helping. Only Steve didn’t look comfortable with what was happening but he also looked like someone who would tough out the hard tasks. He was a veteran of the Second World War after all.

Peter knew his body was well formed for his age and had reached a point in his maturity where he was becoming inclined to show it off but not like this; not to other men and not while bound against his will. He could feel their eyes all over his body, taking stock of how he squirmed, watching his muscles in action now he was awake and moving.

“Guys?” Peter asked, sure this had to be something—anything—other than what he thought it was and not sounding nearly as brave as he wanted to. “What the fuck is this?”

“Language, young man,” snapped Steve, latching onto an excuse to reprimand him.

Peter gaped at him. “Language? You choked me out and have me naked and restrained—and you're telling me to watch my language?” His voice rose to a shout by the end, his panic no longer hidden.

Steve didn’t make a move or sound until Peter was finished. Then, so abruptly it was shocking, he moved in and slapped Peter across the face. It wasn’t as hard as it could be but a slap from a super-soldier, however casual, was enough to knock out or even kill a normal man. Peter was stronger than a normal man but he still felt the pain, though it was almost overwhelmed by the shock that Steve had done that.

“Yes,” said Steve, impossibly casual for what he had just done. “Shut up. Your job isn't to talk, you've done enough of that in your life.”

Tony was looking at the Captain with a newfound interest. He too couldn't believe Steve had just done that but rather than being horrified he was excited. “That mouth will have new things to do soon,” he said, not paying attention to who he was saying it to.

“What are—” Peter began, but he stopped dead when Steve raised his arm threateningly, this time for a backhand.

Tony cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Peter. It was like he was one of Tony’s projects on his workbench. “Okay kid, consider this your introduction to your new curriculum. We said we’d be training a tribute—you—to a new life. What that means is we’re going to prepare you to be Thanos’ sex slave.” Then, as if he needed to make it clear, he went on, “His pet, his bitch, his toy—whatever he wants you to be.”

Peter stared at his mentor’s face until he had found no trace of anything less than complete sincerity. He then looked at Thor and Steve, finding nothing more promising on their faces too. Still, he tried to find a way out. “This has got to be some kind of joke.”

“I don't think you'll be enjoying any more jokes in future,” said Steve, grimly.

Tony snickered. “Though you may be the butt of many!”

“To do this,” said Thor, “You will need to be educated in every aspect of sex known to man. Many of them will be new to you, things you never thought of in your wildest fantasies.” He seemed the most comfortable with what was happening. Not excited or regretful, just accepting. Was this tradition so ingrained in Asgardian culture that Thor was able to do this with ease?

“We’re gonna blow your fucking mind!” cried Tony with a laugh. Peter shuddered at how excited the man was, as if he was enjoying the taboo of doing something he knew he really shouldn’t.

“Shut up, Stark!” Steve snapped. “You’re terrifying the kid!”

“I'm not scared of you!” Peter cried. He tried breaking free of his bonds again, not holding back a single fibre of his strength. But this had been made to contain him, or maybe even someone stronger. No chances had been taken and not an inch gave. He must just look pathetic.

“The tribute’s feelings are no longer a concern,” said Thor, moving in to examine his body like it was a prize someone had brought back from a hunt. A piece of meat. “So long as they do not prevent him from accepting his new life. He is no longer Peter Parker, he has ceased to exist and this is no longer a person.”

All three other men—one no longer a man after being one for only a short period since he had come of age—stared at Thor. He looked back, only confused at their behaviour, not his own.

“Wow,” said Steve, reevaluating Thor in a whole new light. “You are disturbingly quick to stop thinking of him as a human being.”

“I'm still fucking human you freak!” cried Peter at Thor. He would never have said anything so foul an hour ago, but a lot had changed in a short period of time.

Tony laughed. “Wow, never knew you were racist.” Then he too slapped Peter, as if he wanted a go after seeing Steve do it. It didn’t hurt nearly as much—physically. “You should respect Thor’s culture.”

Thor was completely unconcerned by how Peter reacted but did feel the need to justify himself to his peers in the room. “It is merely the way of my people. Come,” he turned to leave. “Let us drink and I will tell you the ways we will be teaching our tribute to be the best it can be.”

As the other two followed Peter stared after them. “You can't just leave me like—”

“Still talking way too much,” groaned Tony, as if he was the one truly inconvenienced by all this. He went to the wall and pressed on a panel. It popped open, revealing to Peter that the walls were lined with draws and cupboards. Tony pulled out, of all things to have in such a room a dildo with straps on the end. It took a moment out of disbelief for Peter to realise what he was going to do with it, and that this room might have had other occupants before himself. “I've wanted to shut you up for as long as I've known you.”

Peter tried shaking his head to get away but the pad his head was on changed its shape, morphing with what might be nanotech or something of Tony’s own design into something to hold his head still. Tony, with his armour formed like a glove on his hand, then took hold of his jaw to squeeze it open. Only with the suit did he have the strength to force Peter to open wide enough. He forced the dildo in. Peter tried using his tongue to keep it out but that was hardly his strongest muscle. When it was in all the way it was hitting the back of his throat and he gagged, moaning to try and indicate it was too deep.

For the first time he saw how little mercy the Avengers were going to show him. Tony hesitated for a fraction of a second before forcing the dildo in further. His pupils dilated in excitement as he witnessed Peter choking and struggling beneath him, completely powerless in the restraints. The dildo was six inches but that was more than Peter had ever thought of taking in any part of his body. Tony buckled it in place tightly, an added pain around his head. Peter struggled to breathe and not to choke on the intrusion.

All he could do was stare up at Tony with watering eyes. Through those watering eyes he still saw Tony’s hand angled down as if… palming himself. The man had gotten off on making him suffer.

“This contraption will get you started while we plan your new life.” His voice sounded breathless, husky, like he was hungry. He licked his lips and pressed on the exposed end of the dildo.

What he meant by “contraption” became clear. The dildo retracted in length inside his mouth and Peter sucked in a proper breath in relief and did his best to cough now his throat was clear. Then he felt it extend again, only now it went deeper into his throat, making him choke again but more than before. It wasn’t by much or for long but it was enough to be torturous.

Tony watched him as he choked and heaved in breaths for a few moments, immune to Peter’s pleading eyes.

Does he get off on this? Is it the sexual act or that I’m… Is Tony a rapist? How many others has he had in here? What happened to them?

Then he turned to leave, his step a little uncertain as if he was light headed. “Get some rest, you’re gonna need it!” he called over his shoulder.

When the door closed the room went dark again, as if it didn’t detect any human beings still inside. Peter knew that he wouldn’t be able to rest at all.

“We should at least give him time to accept and adjust to this.” That was the most considerate anyone had been to him since he entered this torment.

Peter hadn’t been able to rest and they knew it. He had been in the dark, unable to move, with the dildo invading his throat repeatedly every minute or so for what felt like hours. When the three men had come back they were in mid-conversation and didn’t even acknowledge his presence. They didn’t even turn off the gag. Peter lay there and periodically choked—though he had learned to breathe through his nose a little—without the men seeming to notice.

Do they not care or are they just pretending not to care? Which is worse?

“We should be making the most of the time we have!” argued Tony. “We should make the most of every day!”

“You just want to fuck him,” Steve retorted. “We can all see that hard-on you’ve had since this started!”

Thor spoke calmly as he put an arm on Steve’s shoulder. Peter wouldn’t kill but he would injure someone for a bit of that caring human contact. “You need to understand, Captain, that the boy you knew has ceased to exist. He is a tribute now, and his feelings are nothing to be concerned about.”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times before giving up. “Fine, no need to drag this out. How do we start?”

“Well…” said Tony, in a tone that made it clear he knew just how he wanted to start it. “I have to admit, those lips of his are pretty. And they look good around that gag but… I bet they’ll look much better around something… thicker!”

Peter looked from man to man in a plea for mercy. He met Steve’s eye for a moment before the man looked away, preferring to look at nothing over his suffering.

Steve! You’re Captain America! You fought in World War Two against people doing stuff like this! Why won’t you help me? Please!

“Do you have to take such pleasure in this?” the Captain snapped.

“He has every right to.” How Thor was so casual about this could only be put down to his culture being even more different to theirs than they had ever realised. “There is no reason not to enjoy the training. We are training him to give pleasure, after all.”

“Well…” Steve closed his eyes and sighed heavily before speaking. “We should start him off small and work up. You first Tony.”

“You saying I’ve got a small cock?” cried Tony and Steve cracked the first smile Peter had seen on him all day.

“No, I’m saying you’re the smallest of the three of us. Want us to whip them all out and compare like you’ve wanted to since the day we met?”

Tony looked mildly placated by the mention that he was only the smallest of the three of them. He looked slightly intimidated when Steve proposed a dick measuring contest.

“He is right,” Thor chipped in. “I have seen you in the showers and you have the cock of a mortal.”

Tony lost whatever consolation Cap had given him. “Fuck you both.”

“Quit complaining, you get to go first,” Steve pointed out.

Tony shrugged in acceptance. He unbuckled the gag and pulled it from Peter’s mouth, not caring that Peter instantly started gasping in air through his mouth and coughing. “Now kid, you know better than to bite, don’t you?” he asked in an overly patronising manner. He used some control Peter couldn’t see and the headrest his head was being grasped by was lowered, pulling his head back so someone could…

“Tony…” Peter choked out, sure that this could all stop now and be forgotten about before it went any further. Tony was undoing his belt and fly and this was getting too real too fast. “Pleas—” Tony’s cock was out and cutting off Peter’s words within a second of each other. It was what Peter thought was larger than average, certainly larger than his own. This was a detail about the man he hadn’t ever wanted to know, let alone like this.

This can’t be happening. Not to me, not by these guys. This is the sort of stuff we stop, not do.

Tony groaned in pleasure as Peter’s mouth moved around him in protest at the invasion. “That mouth isn’t for talking any more, ‘cept if you’re spoken to.”

Peter could have bitten him, would have done if this were done to him under other circumstances, but he remembered the slaps he had been given, how he had been left to suffer so casually, and how he had no power there at all while the three men were already planning to do so much more to him than this. He might be weak for not fighting but he wasn’t stupid enough to ask for more pain.

A real cock tasted different to a piece of plastic. The plastic, even moving, couldn’t capture the heat, the texture, and the taste that even invaded his nostrils—especially as Tony’s balls were pressed into his nose. It was a rank smell he knew from locker-rooms but so much more intense. He knew however long he lived this first taste of a cock would haunt him until his very last second—and he knew it was just the first.

“I never thought a mouth could be virgin tight!” gasped Tony. The cock took up all of his mouth and triggered his gag reflex just like the dildo had. Infuriatingly, the dildo had taught him what to do in this situation and he overcame his reflex and let the cock into his throat.

“Careful you don’t choke him,” said Steve, showing a moment of concern for their tribute.

“Maybe we should choke him a bit,” said Tony with a chuckle, forcing his cock in a bit deeper still. “We need him to learn how to swallow cock like a pro.”

“If he cannot learn to handle Stark then he shall struggle to handle any of us,” said Thor.

Tony was thrusting in and out faster and faster, giving Peter no reprieve, his balls slapping into his face harder than he would have thought balls could have done. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Tony came but he still was, the load filling his mouth as rope after rope spurted out as the cock still went in and out, coating his mouth. Tony sighed and let his softening cock fall free. Peter wasted as little time as he could in gathering the cum into one ball for him to spit out as best he could from the angle he was at. Most of it splattered over his own face but that was less disgusting than having it in his mouth.

There was a moment of pause that Peter didn’t think anything of, too busy being glad the ordeal was on pause for a moment, until Tony spoke. “Why did you do that?”

Peter scoffed. “Because it's fucking disgusting and I don't want it in my mouth!” he cried.

“You should show respect for your betters by accepting anything they give you,” Thor instructed.

Tony took hold of his semi-hard cock and slapped Peter’s face with it, smearing the cum around. “My cum not good enough for you?” he barked. “You think you're too good to swallow?”

“If you do that again” Thor continued, as if he were teaching a novice, “Then you shall regret it.”

Peter couldn’t see but he felt a hand touch his genitals. It was the first time a man had touched him there and he froze. The hand, he assumed it was Thor’s, gently cupped his balls, large enough to cold them both easily. Peter understood the threat, the mere thought of it making him want to curl up into a ball—the thought of it being done by Thor making him feel sick.

He could castrate me with his bare hands! Just rip them off or crush them!

“You will find we have all the power and you can do nothing to stop us doing what we want. So be grateful you get anything as nice as a man's seed.”

Before Peter could process how he was expected to be grateful for sperm to eat, Steve was moving in. “My turn,” he said, though he didn’t look enthusiastic at all. He might have just wanted to stop Peter from talking and not look like he was weak in front of the others. Either way his cock was hard and much larger than the average man’s.

Peter’s eyes watered at the prospect of it in his mouth. “…Steve…” he moaned, praying that the man would stop before he went too far.

“Shut up,” snapped Steve. He forced his cock into Peter’s mouth, pushing in as far as he could in one go. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Steve might not want to hear Peter talk but he had to hear him choking on his cock. Peter had thought Tony had gone deep but the head of Steve’s cock was so deep in throat he was sure the bulge of it in his throat must be visible to the others.

“Ever had your cock sucked Cap?” Peter heard Tony ask. Then, after a moment of silence, “…oh my god, you haven’t, have you?”

“I never had a… partner,” Steve muttered. He pulled out of Peter’s mouth enough for Peter to gasp in air around him but then just pumped back in. “Then I never had time.”

Tony sounded like he was trying not to laugh. “Well now you can catch up on everything you missed! How does it feel?”

Steve pumped in and out of his mouth for a minute at varying speeds and depths before he answered. “…wet… warm… the way his tongue moves, that’s… nice.”

The way Peter’s tongue was moving was partly involuntary and partly to try and get the man out of him! Were it not for Tony’s use of him then Steve and Peter would be losing their blowjob virginities to each other.

If Steve had made a move on me I might have experimented with him, but sucking his cock shouldn’t be used as torture!

But Tony didn’t seem to get that Peter’s tongue wasn’t trying to make Steve feel nice. “We’ll soon have that tongue working cocks like a pro. He already seemed pretty good at it.”

Steve’s thrusts got faster and deeper, his cock forced in even further as he built up to his orgasm. Peter didn’t think he’d have to swallow with how deep he held is cock in. He could feel it further down his throat than he thought he should be able to feel anything. Steve groaned and stopped pulling out, just rutting into Peter’s head. His throat was full and his nose was covered by the man’s balls. He was sure he was going to suffocate until Steve slowly slid out after almost a minute. This time Peter made a show of swallowing as much as he could but Steve was still shooting even then, ropes and ropes now landing on his face, in his gasping mouth, up his upturned nose.

“Wow, careful you don’t drown him.” Tony sounded impressed and envious. “Has it been a while?”

Steve shuffled away from Peter, looking embarrassed to have cum like a stallion. “I always cum a lot.”

“Damn!” breathed Tony.

Peter was blinking cum out of his eyes but could still see the shadow of Thor looming over him already, more and more with each heavy footstep. He could see the Asgardian pulling out his cock and—

Peter almost cried. It was even longer than Steve’s and even thicker too. It looked like the man had an arm from the elbow down grafted onto his crotch, as thick as Steve’s arm with all its muscle, complete with a head the size of a fist. Peter knew he couldn’t take it but also knew he wouldn’t be given a choice. So he cried.

Tony swore, this curse-word made special by the way he said it. “Are you sure we should try something that big?” he asked. Despite having been so quick and eager to overcome Peter’s gag-reflex and trying to see Peter as no longer human he still hesitated at the size of Thor’s cock.

Thor huffed, clearly proud of his manhood and his ego stroked at the man’s fear of it. “You had your turns, now it is my turn.” He prodded at Peter’s face with the head and Peter wondered if even he would be bruised by it.

I’m gonna die! That monster’s gonna choke me to death—and they don’t seem to realise or care!

“Can you even fit it in?” asked Steve, and Peter prayed again that the man would come to his senses at this. How could Captain America be okay with this?

Now Thor sounded annoyed, aggressive even. “I have never been denied and this boy shall not be the first.”

His cock-head met Peter’s mouth and as it entered Peter knew he was in serious trouble. The head alone took up all of his mouth! He knew Thor could feel the tightness and resistance but the man still kept on pushing, not letting anything as trivial as a young man’s health stop him from fucking. The head made its way deeper, forcing Peter’s throat open more than ever before as his jaw widened to let the shaft pass. It was so thick he was sure he couldn’t take it, it wasn’t biologically possible!

It wasn’t. This was proven with a sickening crack. Peter screamed, more in horror than in pain. Thor groaned as the vibrations massaged his cock.

“Fuck,” cried Steve in horror. “I think you dislocated his jaw!”

A finger prodded his jawline and Peter felt a pain that was dull by comparison to the pain in his mouth. “Yep, that’s dislocated alright,” said Tony.

Thor grunted in annoyance. “He shall have to learn to do better in future.” He pushed in further still, now unimpeded by the limit of Peter’s mouth.

“You’re never going to keep going?” asked Steve, his horror growing.

Please Steve, please stop this! I need you to be a hero—my hero! What’s happened to you?

“I have never been denied,” growled Thor again and Peter wondered just what that meant. Did no one say no to Thor or did Thor not take no for an answer? Was he persistent in his seduction or did he just take what he wanted? Thor forced his way in further. Peter’s throat must be twice the size it should be!

Tony was starting to sound panicked too. “You’re really gonna choke him—maybe kill him!”

“He is too valuable to kill,” Thor said, a dismissive tone beneath his lust. “I won’t kill or damage him… not permanently.” Thor was still going. He was half-way in.

“He can’t breathe!”

Peter could see the shape of Thor’s balls, clear through his tears, maybe half a foot from his face.

“He’s gonna pass out!”

God yes, please let me pass out, at least then I won’t have to go through the rest of this! Thor’s cock must be visible all the way down to my collarbone!

Thor laughed. A day ago Peter would have laughed too at the sound, sure it was because of something funny, but now it would haunt him forever. “I do not need him awake for him to drink my seed.”

Peter never knew if Thor did manage to cum down his throat. He did indeed pass out, and was very happy to do so.

Chapter 2: Popping Peter Parker’s Cherry

Summary:

Peter is struggling to come to terms with what the Avengers are doing to him—but it's about to get a whole lot worse. If he is going to be a whore then he will need to be able to take cock in more than just his mouth, and it isn't going to be made easy for him.

When Peter woke he didn’t have an opportunity to convince himself it had all been a bad dream. Not only was he still tied down but Tony—he just knew it had been Tony—had fitted him with a new gag. This one was similar to the last, pumping into his mouth at a steady pace, but as it did it ejaculated something from its fake tip, fed into the dildo by a tube that ran from the ceiling. Peter now had the knowledge of what cum tastes like so he knew what it was. He did wonder whose it was but supposed it didn’t matter. It was still cum being force fed to him.

There was no way he couldn’t swallow it, the gag formed a tight seal around his lips and as it pumped in and out it was forced down his throat whether he liked it or not. It was better to swallow than choke, so Peter willingly swallowed the cum. He hadn’t been hungry when he woke despite not having eaten for what might be a day by now, but as time went on and the dildo fed cum into his mouth he steadily became full, the cum being shockingly filling once he’d had enough of it, but the dildo wasn’t set to stop. He was starting to go from feeling full to feeling bloated.

Worst of all was that the more he had the more the taste seemed normal to him, his taste-buds quickly becoming accustomed to it. It wasn’t sickening anymore. It doesn’t actually taste that bad , he thought, but he would never admit it and wouldn’t ever want it again after this.

The room was as dark as it was for when it was not in use by an Avenger, his presence being ignored by whatever system detected someone inside. He had nothing to see and the only sound was the whirring and pumping of the feeding machine. With no way of telling time and nothing to do, Peter tried to form some kind of escape plan. It wouldn’t be easy, the Avengers had plans to contain any of their own members in case of emergency, and he wasn’t sure he could persuade them to let him go after what they had done. They had proven they were crazy, and crazy couldn’t be reasoned with.

Are they really so desperate? Or were they just looking for an excuse? Is there an alien threat at all?

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Peter had managed to fall into a bit of a doze when the hissing of the door sliding open jolted him to awareness. He couldn’t look up with his head strapped down but as the lights came on he could see who it was well enough.

Tony was dressed in a thin t-shirt that must be his bedclothes, hopefully with pants he couldn’t see to match. He looked like he had slept but it must still be early. He had a cup of coffee, the smell so strong and new to his starved senses it practically woke him up too.

Tony took in Peter’s body, still interested in it even after seeing it before, finishing his drink. He then set it down and unbuckled Peter’s gag. As he pulled it out it spurted one last load, splattering across Peter’s face, before Tony shut it off. Ignoring this Peter flexed his mouth muscles for a moment before he spoke. He tried to keep his tone calm; if he was to make a convincing argument he couldn’t afford to be written off as over-emotional or hysterical.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “We told you, weren't you listening?” he said, as if he was talking to someone too below his intelligence to want to spend any time with. “I used to think you were smart and adaptable.”

Nothing had changed about Peter, he was still as brilliant as ever, but Tony had given up on him as a person. Peter wanted to shout that at him, somehow show him he was still just as smart and valuable as he had been. But he kept himself controlled, being too emotional wouldn’t help an appeal to logic, seeing as emotion wasn’t something they cared about. “This is wrong and you know it.”

Tony shrugged. “It would be, but this is going to save the world! Think of all the people you'll be saving!”

Peter tried to jerk his head towards the feeding dildo and his own bound body. “ This isn't saving people!” he snapped, losing control for a moment.

Tony waved away his words. “It is, you just don't understand how yet.”

Peter gave up being reasonable. “You're insane,” he spat at the man who had been his mentor and idol.

Tony huffed a little, not really concerned with the insult. He looked at Peter’s face, taking in the cum all over it. He scooped some up from Peter’s cheeks. Peter wanted to recoil from the man’s touch but could barely twitch his head. Tony forced his cum-coated fingers into Peter’s mouth. Peter wanted to bite but remembered Thor’s words. They had all the power and he didn’t want to anger them when they had shown what they would do to him.

“We all donated to that supply, along with a lot of Shield agents,” Tony told him, answering Peter’s unasked question of where they had gotten so much. “Not that they knew it would be used for this. Cap and Thor were adding to the collection every two seconds so it’s mostly theirs.”

Peter wondered how long they had been collecting semen—how long this had been planned. There were a lot of agents so they could get a large amount from them, and he knew how much Steve could cum from personal experience. He was sure Thor could cum just as much if not more.

“Can you tell what is theirs?” Tony asked. “You passed out before you could taste Thor’s but you know mine and you definitely know Cap’s!” Tony didn’t seem to care about an answer, if he had he would have withdrawn his fingers instead of pushing them deeper. He seemed to want to see how far he could get them into Peter’s mouth, going further and further despite Peter’s choking. Was this some test? If Tony had had others in this room then maybe he did this to all of them to see what they could take. Peter had to resist the building urge to bite those fingers as it felt like they were tickling his Adam’s Apple from the wrong side.

When Tony’s fingers were withdrawn and he had stopped coughing, Peter made his thoughts known. “It's sick and I hate it!” Peter growled, baring his teeth like they would help bar the way if Tony wanted to try again.

“You’ll learn to love it,” Tony assured him, “And if not then we’ll make you. The whole point of this is to remake you.” He reached out, almost hesitantly as if he couldn’t believe he could actually do it, and laid a hand on Peter’s chest, feeling his breathing and heartbeat. “The others wanted to make it easy for you, do some things to loosen you up, but I can’t miss this opportunity.” The hand slid lower, over Peter’s abdominals and towards his genitals. Peter instinctively tried to recoil but could barely flinch away. Tony’s hand however moved past his manhood, moving more along his leg until it slid around it and back up and under Peter’s balls. “Us real men, we love popping cherries, and that ass looks so good.” His fingers slid in-between the cheeks of Peter’s ass and searched for his hole.

Peter tried a sudden burst of strength with all his muscles. “Don't fucking touch me!” he yelled.

Tony didn’t even flinch at his rage, too entranced by Peter’s ass. “Round, tight, perfect balance of muscle and fat.” His fingers found Peter’s entrance and he pushed. “It always looked obscene in that tight suit of yours. Bet it jiggles real nice.”

So Tony had wanted him before all this. Peter cried out, almost actually crying, “Stop it! Please stop!”

Tony looked at his face. Again he looked glazed over and Peter hoped the man was mind-controlled into doing this. But he had seen similar looks on men before on the rare occasions he had stopped them from raping women in allies; a look of being drunk on power over someone. Tony was taking his alcoholism to a new level, he was drunk on power.

His breathing heavy, Tony fumbled for the controls that had made the padding beneath Peter hold his head. “I can’t wait for the others.”

He manipulated them and the contraption Peter was bound to began to move under him. It wasn’t one single padded bed but a series of segments, one for each part of his body with mechanisms underneath that would allow it to contort him into different positions. Peter felt his legs being parted and no amount of his strength could resist it. His flexibility was now a curse as his legs were forced as wide as the splits and then twisted up. He was lowered a little and his upper body angled forwards; he was still facing up but his ass was perfectly exposed for what he knew Tony was planning. Peter was now able to see Tony was wearing pants, tented at the front and with a large wet patch from his excitement.

Tony moved between his legs and stared at his ass, not having seen it before. He let out a shuddering breath and nodded as if his mind was now made up. “I have to be the one to feel how tight it is and bust you open for the very first time.” He pulled off his shirt which wasn’t as worrying as when he stepped out of his pants. “To think they wanted to waste the pleasure on a dildo!”

Tony was now naked, hard, and too close for Peter to be anything close to calm. He gabbled out pleas as fast as he could, “No, don't do this… please Mr Stark! I’m a virgin! I don’t want my first time to be like this! I wanted it to be special”

Tony gave him a lot that might have been disappointment mixed with contempt. “By your age I had fucked two dozen women. You’re overdue getting laid.” He was so close now, Peter could feel his cock brushing his ass, about to be inside him again—only worse. Tony grabbed his face and made them look at each other, very seriously. “And this is special, this is the beginning of your training. This is how your life is going to be now, we’ll start as we mean to go on. And I’m Tony Fucking Stark, you worship the ground I walk on, who else would you want to do this?”

Tony hadn’t lubed him, stretched him, or done anything to make this easier. Whether that made it feel better for him Peter had no way of knowing but it sure didn’t feel good for him. Tony just forced his way inside, alternating between short and sharp pushes and long periods of pressure. Peter remembered how Tony had been about seven inches and how big it felt in his mouth—he would gladly have taken it in his mouth again rather than this. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to give Tony the pleasure of knowing how much it hurt—but Tony jst seemed to take it as a challenge to make him scream.

“Fucking hell, you are tight!” Tony growled, as if he wasn’t raping a young man who was crying in pain. “Superhero ass, I wonder if all enhanced asses are like this? It would explain Steve being such a tight ass!” He laughed at his own joke as he forced himself into Peter more.

Between his cries of pain Peter managed to form words, “It hurts!”

Tony laughed, he was doing that a lot lately, as if Peter’s refusal to accept his abuse was somehow funny. “It hurts you but for me it feels so good!” He pulled out a little to force his way back in with more force. He was balls deep now. “God, I don’t care how much trouble I get in, this was worth it! I don’t think I’ve ever felt a cunt so tight!”

Peter hoped Tony would get in so much trouble, that he might get raped himself and see how bad it felt. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he had been prepared properly but Tony made it look like this was just as good or better for him. Tony only cared about himself in the end. Peter had been a fool to think this man, of all the Avengers, would show him any mercy.

Tony pulled out completely and then entered him again, this time easier—for him—to thrust in all the way. He clearly knew what he was doing, who knew how many times he had fucked how many people. Peter didn’t have to do anything which was something of a relief. He tried glaring at Tony, wanting him to remember how much Peter hated him whenever he thought back on this. But Tony was worse than he had thought and seemed to get off on his hatred for him.

Tony leaned in close, still able to fuck him while he whispered into Peter’s face. “I’m so glad you’re angry. Most people scream or beg, and so did you, but I love it when they get angry.”

So there had been others. Had they not wanted to talk about it, been bribed, or worse? Right now Tony had a mad look in his eyes that made him seem capable of anything. All that time catching predators on the streets, I should have been looking at the Avengers. Are the others like this? Do they have any idea? What kind of club did I join?

Tony had a far away look in his eyes, as if he was thinking back on previous victims and comparing them to each other and to Peter. “I love it when they would kill me if they could, they’re the ones with fire in them and putting it out is so hot!” He then focused back on Peter and for the first time Peter saw the contempt that Tony had always had for him. “You always seemed like such a wimp but I’ll bet that you’d kill me if you could.” He must have seen what Peter was thinking and grinned. Peter had never seen such a monstrous look. “Yeah, I love breaking the cuties.”

“Tony!”

Tony barely paused as he fucked to look over his shoulder. Peter however had a clear view of the other Avengers entering. This time there wasn’t just Steve and Thor but Clint and Bruce as well. The other two didn’t look shocked by the situation. Peter wondered how many Avengers had been in on planning his abduction. The four of them only looked annoyed at Tony fucking Peter.

“Help me! Please, make him stop!” cried Peter, no control over the pitch of his voice as he begged. Tony had said they wanted to ease him into it, maybe they would at least stretch him out or use lube if they wanted to fuck him.

“The fuck man?” said Steve. “We were gonna make it easy on him!”

Tony rolled his eyes at Steve’s softness. He hadn’t stopped is fucking of Peter’s ass and none of the others were moving to stop him. “Okay, you caught me.” Tony was losing control of his own voice as his thrusts became harder. Was he turned on by having an audience? Did he want to show that even if his cock wasn’t as big as theirs that he could still fuck with the best of them? Either way he was clearly reaching his orgasm. He thrust a few more times before holding his cock in as deep as he could, his eyes sliding shut and mouth open.

The others watched him with mild interest for about a minute before Tony recovered. He stepped back, his softening cock coated in his own cum and Peter’s ass juices. Peter could feel it leaking out of is ass, running down his skin and eventually dripping onto the floor.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Tony challenged them, flaccid but wet cock on display, showing everyone that he didn’t give a fuck.

There was a moment of silence. Then…

“How was it?” asked Clint.

Peter worked his mouth but no sound was coming out. When he did discover how to speak again he could do no more than state the obvious that he knew they wouldn’t care about. “He hurt me…”

No one noticed his words but they all gave their attention to Tony’s review of his ass. “Amazing! It might still be tight enough to pass for a virgin if any of you want a go before we ruin it for good.”

“Of course we fucking want a go!” Peter didn’t even know who said it, too shocked at how little he actually mattered beyond his asshole and how tight it might still be. All the men were pulling off their clothes, not caring about being naked in front of one another so long as it was to group-fuck a hole.

Even Captain America was pulling off his pants. “Might as well, I’m sure it’s worth Stark’s sloppy seconds.”

“What?” cried Peter in disbelief. “No, don’t! It hurts too much!”

Clint clapped him on the shoulder as if he was just a bro at the gym. “Call it the pain of training. Men love the pump of a workout, that's what this is for you now.”

His workout buddy now was Bruce Banner and his cock. He at least used some lube, coating his cock generously despite being only six inches. Peter would have called it a decent size but after Tony’s cock and in comparison to Steve’s and as it was about to be forced inside him Peter would call it small. Bruce’s entry was easier that Tony’s and Peter was able to hold back a cry of pain. Bruce experimented with a few thrusts before he found a steady pace. The other Avengers were taking off their clothes as they watched, freeing their erect cocks and giving them a few strokes to satisfy them while they waited. The Avengers were hard at the sight of one of their own being raped—by another of their own!

“We can’t let you fuck him, Thor,” said Clint.

In a moment of heart-stopping panic at the mere idea of it, Peter looked over and saw again, from a better angle, how big Thor was. He could have kissed Clint for speaking on his behalf, even if it was in some way self serving. Thor was just as large as he had feared, a foot long and maybe four inches thick. The way it jutted straight forward made it look hungry and Peter wondered what he would give to not have it touch him ever again.

Thor looked as if his pride had never been so insulted. “I have never been denied!” he almost roared, squaring up to Clint who impressively held his ground.

“Well last time you wouldn’t be denied you damaged him and nearly killed him,” pointed out Steve.

Thor pulled a face of confusion. “That was his mouth, he doesn’t breathe through his ass!”

“No, but we don’t want to put it through too much too soon,” said Clint, the only one who seemed to be taking any care of Peter. That peter was being gang-raped by four men seemed to be lost on him. “You could really do some damage.”

Thor looked from one Avenger to the other before snarling but stepping back. “I shall be patient… for now. But I shall observe one of the other customs of training a tribute.” Thor moved out of Peter’s line of vision for a moment but returned with a bowl. As Bruce was still fucking Peter he slid it under Peter’s ass.

“What’s that for? To catch any mess?” asked Tony.

“To catch the seed of my brothers who breed the tribute,” answered Thor. No one seemed any the wiser, just accepting it for now. When Bruce came in Peter and pulled out there was a small gush of cum leaking from his ass, splattering into the bowl. Otherwise they ignored it as now Clint moved in for his turn.

Clint had bragged a lot in the past about getting laid but Peter got the impression now that he wasn’t one who did a lot of fucking. Though he knew what he was doing he fucked with less skill than Tony had. If he’s gay and a bottom then why wasn’t he chosen for this? Peter wondered. If it had been the other way around, with Clint bound to the table, would Peter be taking part in the fucking? He genuinely wasn’t sure, knowing he might do it if Tony and Steve talked him into it. Right now he would gladly watch Clint being raped by all the Avengers, even Thor, in his place.

Steve had used a lot of lube on is cock and by now Peter’s hole was lubed with the cum of his other abusers. At first Steve took it slow but as he got deeper and the others jeered at him to go for it he seemed to lose control. Peter remembered how he had said he had never had his cock sucked and wondered is this was the first time Steve had fucked before. Captain America grabbed onto Peter and slammed the rest of the way inside him. Peter gave a full scream at this, no longer trying to hold back his tears. They had no right to judge him for crying. Steve was shockingly ruthless in his fucking.

I read about this guy in history class, he’s an American and world hero—and he’s raping me!

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As he might have expected, the Avengers didn’t tire easily. They had been training for fighting for long periods and that easily translated into fucking, the only obstacle being their recovery time. It seemed they were very virile for their various ages and had three men between each fucking to recover. After a while it stopped being painful for Peter and he was able to just take it. It seemed to get no less enjoyable to the men though. They even seemed to make a guy’s team bonding exercise, encouraging each other to keep going and even exchanging tips. Steve learned that it felt so much better to keep fucking through an orgasm and Clint learned to put his whole weight behind a thrust.

Thor was not allowed to partake, something he was clearly very bitter about, but he did find his own way to take part. He had dragged a stool over so he was sat next to Peter at a good level for Peter to watch as he stroked his cock. He needed both hands and used his own precum for lube—and there was a lot of it. Whenever he came he would angle his cock to cum over Peter’s body, from his head to his cock, and Thor’s loads were the size of one from each of the others put together. His cum was scooped up by the others and used as lube for the fucking.

Peter had never imagined he could feel so dirty with Thor’s cum drying on his skin and the cum running out of his ass, dripping into the bowl beneath him. The whole thing was surreal, like it was happening to someone else, it was so unbelievable.

“Okay, I’m exhausted,” said Steve, panting as he unloaded yet another load into Peter. “We don’t train for this kind of endurance,” he laughed.

Clint laughed too. “I’ve been fucked for longer but doing the fucking can be tiring.”

Bruce checked his watch. “You realise we spent the whole day and night fucking?”

“Shit, really?” Tony checked his own watch. “Yep. It’s morning on the day after. Jarvis, how long has it been?”

Peter hadn’t realised the AI was operational in his cell, having assumed it would be conflicted at the ethics of what his creator was doing. But Jarvis spoke just as coolly as he always did when he answered his master. “It has been twenty-five hours and forty-three minutes since the other Avengers joined Mr Stark.”

“How’s that ass holding up?” asked Clint.

Tony, still hard but his cock looking red and raw, slid it up Peter one more time, using it to gauge how loose it had gotten since it had been the first thing up there. “Still feels tight, only slightly stretched,” he said after a moment.

However tired they were Peter was worse. He might not have had to move for a whole day but he had spent all that time hating the five men, even once the pain had worn off to just something that was happening to him. They hadn’t said a word to him or acknowledged his presence as a person. “I hate you! I fucking hate you all!” he screamed in a sudden outburst. It was as if he wasn’t heard at all.

“Is that good?” asked Steve. “That he can still be tight?”

Thor nodded. “Yes, but we also need him to be stretchier. I hear Thanos is a large being and will be larger than all of us.”

“Then we have our work cut out for us.” Bruce was looking at his sore hole thoughtfully, as if it was a problem to be solved. “This ass is going to have to be able to take anything we can throw at it.”

Peter shook his head, still trying to deny this was possible. “You're all insane!” Again, he went unheard.

Thor strode between Peter’s legs. For a moment Peter and all the others tensed as they thought, despite his words before, he might try and fuck Peter. Instead he reached beneath and raised the bowl he had placed there hours before. It was a large bowl but was still filled with a decent amount of cum that had been dumped in Peter only to slop out.

“What are you going to do with all that?” asked Tony, eyeing it with disgust.

Thor gave a look as if it was obvious. “Why, drink it of course.” And he did just that, raising the bowl and tipping the mix of loads down his throat.

“Dude!” cried Clint, though he looked delighted.

“Fucking gross!” was Steve’s more agreeable description.

Tony just stared wide eyed. “That’s our spunk! And it’s been in his ass!”

Thor drank the last of the bowl’s contents and when he lowered it he had a smile on his face. “It is the seed of many virile men planted in a worthy tribute,” he said, proud of his fucked up traditions. “This is a right of fertility.”

Clint shook his head in disbelief but was grinning. “You Asgardians are fucked up.” He made it sound like a compliment.

Thor grinned back at him. “You humans are too ‘up tight’ as Stark would say. You would do well to learn some of our ways.”

“I’m not drinking that,” said Bruce, picking up his clothes and leaving the room.

“Your loss,” Thor called after him. “I shall be very fertile for the training of our tribute.”

Like Bruce the other men picked up their clothing and left. Not one of them gave any notice of Peter. Except Tony, who went back to where his head was.

Peter looked up at him. “You were right, I'm gonna kill you all, you know that, right?” he said, all of his rage channelled into a deadly calm tone. He had never before thought he could actually kill someone but now he was sure of it. Even if he couldn’t beat the likes of Thor then he would still try.

“You won't get the chance,” Tony said, barely looking at him. “And you're done talking for the day.” He shoved the feeder dildo back into Peter’s mouth, fastening it tight and switching it back on. Now cum was being pumped into his mouth again. As an afterthought Tony picked up the bowl Thor had dunk from. It still had some cum in it and stank so much he held it at arm’s length. He upturned it and put it over Peter’s head. A few drops landed on his face and the smell was trapped above him with nowhere to go but into his nose. Unable to see, Peter heard Tony leave.

Alone in the dark, with no one to see his face or willing to care, Peter screamed and bawled around the dildo filling his mouth with cum.

Chapter 3: Justifying the Means

Steve wished he could say it was just his conscience keeping him awake and not just as much his erection. Super-soldiers like himself always had strong sex drives and regularly had to relieve themselves of the fast-building cum in their balls—but this was different. This was not just a random biological function, it was caused by something: Peter Parker’s tight ass. The others may have guessed that he had never had his cock sucked before but he wouldn’t be letting them know that he had never fucked before either. He had had his first blowjob and fuck today with Peter Parker—and both had been against the young man’s will. Steve was a rapist, and there was no getting away from it. Just as concerning to him, he had enjoyed it on both a physical and emotional level.

The only way he wasn’t complete scum for this was if he accepted what Thor had said. “ The tribute ceases to have any rights and is not to be considered a person any more. ” That was how Asgardian tributes worked and the king had no trouble with it at all. He had described how some had gladly volunteered to serve their king and people like this, how many had gone through years of training just to be given away, each worth a hundred common whores. Some were treated well by their new master, some even having positions of power or lives of luxury in the royal harem, but sometimes they were treated so badly they would be used up or dead in a year. That was part of the agreement, the tribute was given away to be used as the new owner pleased. The Asgardians knew this, still practised it, and some still wanted the honour. An honour that was now Peter’s.

Steve had spent days going over every possibility of how Thanos might be fought even when the others had given up but he had found nothing that seemed any better. The only way to stop a god from destroying you was to try and please them, just like the Christian god had wanted when he asked for Abraham to offer his son to him. Steve had felt sick as they had sat down to decide who would be the tribute. No one was off limits in their consideration, that was the first thing they had decided.

Thor was the first suggestion, being the strongest and most likely to withstand the use of a god, and while he was clearly not happy with it he was discarded. He was not of Earth and could not be offered on its behalf. It was also thought that Thanos might consider Thor to be too masculine; they had no idea of his tastes in partners but Thor was so big and strong that it might be he would be seen as a challenge or a threat. Steve wondered how Thor would have taken it if they had chosen him, if he would consider himself honoured and submit to it.

Steve had then volunteered himself, preferring to take the burden himself rather than inflict it on anyone else. While they strongly considered him on the grounds of his strength and healing factor, he was rejected when Thor then came into possession of Thanos’ preferences in a partner, information gathered from valued informants. The Titan liked his male partners to be young and lean, muscular but not too much. He liked his men smaller rather than large. Steve was out of the running and he was both relieved and disgusted with himself for being so.

Tony was brought up but immediately discarded for not being able to withstand such punishment. Tony had looked uncomfortable as the subject of the talk and hadn’t protested the conclusion. Steve wondered aloud how they could know what kind of—and he blushed as he said this—cock Thanos had and Thor provided the answer in a most graphic way: he had pulled out his own cock, made erect by the conversation, and assured them that Thanos was twice the size of him in every aspect. Steve had never seen another man’s erect cock and didn’t want to see Thor’s but couldn’t look away once he had seen it. None of the Avengers would look at him quite the same again.

Clint definitely wouldn’t. As Steve learned in that conversation, Clint was not only gay but had a very active sex life and was a “bottom”. The archer was interested in anything that could be used to modify the body to withstand such a violation and while they had concluded the Cradle could do such a thing its result was proportional to the subject’s initial physiology—Clint could never be modified to the extent that he would need.

They thought of the Hulk, whether Bruce could be permanently transformed into his alter-ego, but then realised that the Hulk couldn’t be tamed or broken like that, not in the limited time they had.

They kept the discussion to enhanced heroes but the criteria was limiting. Then someone, Steve couldn’t and wouldn’t remember who, had said Peter Parker and it was as if the consideration ended. He fit the bill perfectly. His future was decided in a meeting he had no idea was happening, hadn’t even been invited to due to his age. Sure he was of age but he was also so young and inexperienced. All the better for training him in a new life, they reasoned. Steve hadn’t voted against choosing Peter or choosing anyone at all, abstaining from the decision even though he knew it made no difference.

Then it was just a case of “recruiting” him, as Tony had put it. Steve had insisted he be there. He might not approve of this but he was damned sure going to witness it rather than turn away. Thor had taken him aside and reminded him privately that the training could not afford to be compassionate, that would defeat the purpose. Steve nodded wordlessly but vowed to himself that he would not push the kid too far too fast. The others could do that but he could feel slightly better about himself by not being as bad, for all the difference it made.

Then Thor had dislocated Peter’s jaw and Tony had taken his virginity and next thing Steve knew he was taking part in the kid’s gang-rape. And now he couldn’t sleep because he had a raging hard-on from the experience and balls that were already full and in need of draining. He had tried jacking off to get it to go down. They now had a vat for them all to cum in that would make up Peter’s gruel feed. The cum that would be pumped to him through the dildo gag was mixed with protein and even an addictive drug. The aim was to make him think he could live off cum and even crave it. Steve had used it a few times but tonight he had cum down the toilet in a silent protest, unable to bring himself to contribute to the collection.

But he was still hard and his balls still ached.

He couldn’t deny how good it had felt to have a wet throat around his cock and to be balls deep in a tight ass, his cock instantly addicted to the feeling. He really had been missing out all these years and now he wanted more. Even the look on Peter’s face hadn’t been enough to stop him once he had given in to temptation and now he had awakened a whole new side of him he hadn’t wanted to truly acknowledge. He had felt a whole new level of power when he had made the kid choke on his cock, the power his old bullies must have felt when he was small. He was revolted at the idea that he could be like them and tried to convince himself it was okay in these circumstances as he was now training a tribute to save the world. He would be helping Peter to save billions of people. Surely it was a worthy sacrifice?

With that in mind, he threw on some basic clothes and headed back down to the room Peter was being held in. Now he had been broken in, his ass was open for anyone’s use. When he entered the room however he hadn’t expected Peter to already be in use. At first he thought the brunette who was naked and fucking the kid was Tony but then realised Tony’s ass hadn’t looked that good when fucking. Before he could process that thought the fucker looked over his shoulder and grinned at him.

“Oh hey Steve!” said Bucky, lighting up at the sight of his best friend.

Steve faltered. He hadn’t known Bucky would be involved in the project, had even hoped to keep him away when he came back from his trip to Wakanda. He hadn’t thought the man would like the idea of someone, especially a kid, being involuntarily trained to be a sex slave after his own experience as a slave. “I didn’t think anyone would be down here this late,” he said hesitantly, not sure what to do in this situation. What did someone say when they walked in on their best friend having sex?

Bucky laughed. He hadn’t stopped fucking just because Steve was there. The way his ass flexed had Steve staring; he hadn’t been so interested in the other Avengers when they had fucked Peter. “Hard-ons don’t keep to anyone’s schedule, and when you get a hard-on you gotta get rid of it! Is that why you’re down here?”

Bucky nodded to Steve’s crotch and Steve realised that while he was clothed his erection was still making a large tent in his pants. He resisted the urge to cover it, he wasn’t the one having sex! “Yeah, but I can come back later…” he took a step to leave.

Bucky however managed to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Nah, you can stay. You’ve seen me naked before.”

“But I’ve never seen you fucking before,” Steve pointed out. They had lived together before the war and during their Howling Commando days they had showered together in communal rooms often enough. But this was a world away from that, here he couldn’t hide how his eyes were drawn to Bucky’s body, shining with sweat as he moved back and forth. The smell in the air was just as much Bucky as it was sex, distinctly different to the other men.

Bucky laughed at him again. It was shocking how unconcerned the man was with fucking in front of him—and fucking an unwilling ass at that. “After what I heard happened today, you can handle seeing me balls deep in ass!” He rammed in deep a few times and made Peter moan into his gag.

“Sure,” Steve said, unable to refuse the offer. “If you don’t mind being watched.”

Bucky barely shrugged. “It don’t bother me. ‘Specially if it’s you.” He winked at Steve and he felt himself go red in the face.

Steve stood to the side, leaning back against the wall to watch. Bucky was clearly enjoying himself and didn’t seem to pay any mind about Peter’s comfort. The kid was looking back and forth between them, trying to catch their attention. Steve ignored his gaze but not the thoughts that had been bothering him all night. “Buck…” he began. If the man did know everything then he was the only person Steve trusted to tell him the truth.

“Yeah?” Bucky grunted.

“Are we doing the right thing?”

Bucky snorted, not slowing his thrusts at any ethical concern. “‘Course we are,” he said, as if it was obvious.

But Steve couldn’t believe that of him. “How can you be so sure of that?” He said, stepping up to the man. “I would have thought you…” He faltered, always hesitant to bring up Bucky’s days under Hydra’s control. He didn’t know for sure but he was convinced their pet assassin had also been used as their sex toy just like Peter was being used now. If it was true then how could Bucky stand the idea of this happening again, by the good guys, or even be a part of it?

Bucky knew what Steve was thinking, probably because it was the only thing Steve got really hesitant about with Bucky. “You thought because I was Hydra’s bitch for decades I’d not want to make someone a bitch like I was?” He said it so matter or factly. He still hadn’t stopped fucking.

“Yeah…” Steve admitted, though he wasn’t sure he’d have put it that way. “I wasn’t sure if they did that to you.”

“Oh yeah, they raped me every chance they got, did all sorts with any excuse.” Bucky said this casually too but he didn’t look at Steve this time. He took hold of Peter’s legs, though he could have grabbed the pads he was strapped to, and used them to pull himself in to fuck Peter harder, sure to leave bruises. The kid squealed, still not used to getting fucked and no doubt still sore form the day long fucking. “I’ve been through it all and I intend to pass on all the lessons I’ve learned to this new bitch.”

Hearing those words Steve gaped at him. “But how can you do that after you went through it yourself?”

Bucky kept on fucking but he turned his attention to Steve, his look serious. “Because some people are born for it,” he said. “I wasn’t but that didn’t matter to Hydra, they tried to make me something I’m not, but Peter here is. He’s a born faggot.”

This was quite the view of the world that Steve had never thought Bucky had. Sure, they had grown up in a different time to the modern day but even back then Steve had never thought of Bucky as homophobic, if that was what this was. Steve wondered at how sure he was that he was an exception while Peter wasn’t but let his friend continue, wanting to at least hear him out before he judged him.

“But it’s not just about fucking him. He’s gonna be saving the world, and we’re gonna be making sure he is the best version of himself possible to do it. Thor is right, it is an honour for him and we should support him as best we can.” Bucky then looked at Peter in the eye and shook his head sadly. “And anyway, this kid was never going to fit in. Some guys just aren’t men like us, you know? We went off to war, fought and bled for our country and beliefs. These modern kids haven’t got that in them, and some are just put on this earth to serve us. I knew a few guys like that in the trenches, they were soon made to help out the rest of us in the best way they could.”

Steve stared at him in shock at this revelation. “I had no idea you…”

Bucky waved a hand to dismiss the concern. “You came after all that, and we thought you were too nice for that.”

“No,” said Steve, though it was that too, “I mean I had no idea you thought like that. Did you think I was put on this earth to serve ‘real men’ back when I was small?”

Bucky answered quickly. “No.” He put a hand around Steve’s shoulders and pulled him close. It was strange to be in the personal space of a man who was fucking but the intimacy was something that Steve would never refuse Bucky. “It’s nothing physical, it’s just who you are. You’re an Alpha, all us Avengers are. Not this kid, he’s not even a Beta. He’s an Omega and a born natural at this. You’ll see as we train him, and I can show you how to spot others like him.”

Steve’s head ached at the ideas he was trying to dissect and just let it fall against Bucky’s. “Not sure I want to fuck any other guys,” he mumbled, not sure if he meant Peter or…

At that moment Bucky tensed up, his fucking becoming more erratic and forceful. Steve began to pull away but Bucky held him close, keeping their skin-to-skin contact. Steve had an up close view of Bucky’s face screwing up in building need and a moment later his metal hand was clamped down on the back of Steve’s head and pulling him into a kiss! In his shock Steve’s mouth put up no resistance as Bucky thrust his tongue in deep and groaned in a way every man knows well. Bucky was cumming in Peter’s ass but he was kissing Steve. The kiss went on as long as Bucky’s orgasm, his body twitching and every pulse of cum detectable in his body language. Steve could tell just from how his tongue moved inside his mouth. Bucky broke off the kiss when he was done, Steve having made no more move to end it than he had to start it.

“That would be a shame,” breathed Bucky, making Steve think to recall what he had just said for Bucky to think a shame. “I was hoping you would get over all that and be a bit…” Bucky pulled back to grin at Steve, an evil grin like he was imagining a whole host of nasty things. “ Dirty with me.” Bucky let his soft cock slip out of Peter’s ass. Steve looked down at it, wishing he could have seen it hard. Even so the sight of it slightly soft and slick with Bucky’s cum wasn’t a sight he was going to refuse. Bucky picked up his clothes but didn’t put them on before he left, making a show of bending over to show his ass to Steve. Before he left he looked back at him in a flirty manner. “Come find me when you want to explore yourself in the freedom of this modern age.” And he left Steve with a lot to think about and an erection that was even harder than before.

It had been easy to forget Peter was even there, something Steve didn’t like. He reached over and ungaged him, the feeding machine turning off automatically. The kid’s stomach was looking slightly bloated from being force-fed the stuff. “Your jaw looks sore stretched around that gag,” he said, not sure what to say. “Of course Tony used the large one.”

Peter worked his jaw before speaking. “I'm shocked you care about me,” he said in a rightfully bitter voice.

“I'm not a monster,” Steve said, knowing it was himself he was trying to convince more than Peter.

Peter knew that and threw the best piece of evidence to the contrary at him. “You gang-raped me!”

“True…” Steve said, ducking his head. “But…” He thought over everything he had been told, all the different ways of looking at what they were doing. “That's if it is rape at all.”

“How can it not be?” Peter cried in a shrill voice. Steve remembered how Bucky had said the kid wasn’t an Alpha Male and the pitch of that voice didn’t help Peter’s case.

“Well, it's like Thor said: you're not really a person any more.”

Peter was silent for a long moment. When he spoke Steve could tell he had given up on any hope of Captain America helping him. “I thought you were supposed to be a symbol of all that is good.”

Bucky was right. Kids like Peter would never understand making sacrifices like they had during the war. They were too soft to do things they didn’t like to save lives. “Sometimes being good means doing bad things. I don’t know about you being born for this, but I’ll take Buck’s word on it. I trust him, and he knows what he’s talking about. He’s been where you are so… he knows.”

“He's not right in the head if he condones the hell he was put through just because I somehow deserve it!”

Steve saw a flash of red and without thinking he slammed his fist down onto Peter’s bloated stomach. The kid cried out for a moment before he coughed up a white sludge-like substance. “Don't you talk about Bucky that way!” Steve snarled down at him. “He is right about you saving the world, you should be proud of yourself for doing that. And you’re being personally trained by the Avengers, just like you always wanted.”

Peter spluttered, drops of cum flying from his mouth and dribbling down his face. He was trying to curl in on himself but couldn’t move an inch. “You can't… seriously think… I wanted it… like this!” he heaved between breaths.

“Do you know there are some people who are so hung up on us they would gladly be where you are?” Steve said. He had been shown the fan-mail by Tony just to make him go red in the face. The things some women and even men wanted the Avengers to do to them were shocking to him. And the websites, artwork, and forums were extremely graphic in their descriptions. If they had asked for a volunteer on this there would have been no shortage of candidates to choose from.

“Then why not get one of them in?” asked Peter.

“Because they're civilians, and they aren't enhanced like you are.” A normal kid in Peter’s place would have died instantly from Steve’s punch but Peter only had a bruise forming that would be gone in a few hours. “They couldn't handle it like you.” To confirm the point he moved to between Peter’s legs and pulled his ass-cheeks apart to take a look at his hole. There was no sign of the fucking they had given it, only a trickle of cum from Bucky’s recent fucking. “Your ass looks completely undamaged after a day of non-stop action, who else could do that? What they say, about it being an honour, you should be honoured you’re saving the world.”

Peter chuckled dryly. “Then why not take the honour for yourself?”

There was a good reason but Steve was tired of trying to convince the kid. He didn’t understand. “I'm not going to explain it to you, it would be a waste of time.” But there was still a part of Steve that regretted all this, not entirely convinced it was the right thing. He couldn’t stop or change what was happening here but maybe he could make things a little easier and relieve his conscience a little. “I’ve never done this before, but so long as it stays between us…” He braced himself for this, sure he wasn’t going to like it but willing to make his own sacrifice. “Here's something to reward you for being our hero.”

Steve lowered his head and took Peter’s cock into his mouth. He heard Peter gasp in shock and the cock began to harden in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, not liking the taste but willing to endure it. This was likely Peter’s first blowjob, and it was from Captain America. How many kids his age had this as their fantasy?

“Well…” gasped Peter. “Here's something for you too.”

Steve wondered what he meant for a moment and then felt something fill his mouth. For a second he thought Peter had cum, having the lack of endurance from being young and not having cum in a while. Then the taste registered; bitter and acidic, the texture was too watery. Peter hadn’t cum. Steve pulled off Peter’s cock and as he opened his mouth a gush of yellow liquid splattered down onto the kid. The stream of piss from the half hard cock now arced onto his chest but he was too busy laughing to care.

What had been a flash of red before was now a haze covering his vision. “You fucking piece of shit!” Steve roared, spitting to get the taste out of his mouth. “I was trying to do something nice for you and this is how you thank me?”

Peter screamed right back at him, “You fucking raped you asshole! You expect me to understand what that broken brain is thinking and forgive you just by giving me a blowjob?”

Steve stared down at the kid, still pissing all over himself, the stream nearly reaching his face. An old memory of something that still haunted him surfaced. Peter was the one who needed his brain breaking, and he knew how to do it. “Buck was right, you’re not a man.” Steve pulled off his t-shirt and began fiddling with the controls for Peter’s bed. It began to lower Peter’s head, inclining his whole body back. “You know, I learned a trick in the war—I never used it, didn’t have the stomach for it back then—but now…”

“What are you—” Peter began but his voice was muffled by the shirt being draped over his head. There was no way he was going to be able to remove it, not with his head restrained.

“They said breaking you would be crucial to moulding you into a whore,” Steve pulled out his cock, no longer hard but still with need, now different than before. “So this should soften you up nicely!”

And Steve began to piss, aiming the stream at where the outline of Peter’s mouth and nose were. The kid immediately began to thrash as much as he could in his restraints but it wouldn’t help. They were too well made. Steve just let his bladder slowly empty onto the kid’s face, remembering how fully grown men, Alphas, had broken so quickly under this torture during the war. He hadn’t liked it but had been willing to do it then, and was willing to do it now. That he was enjoying this didn’t matter.

Peter passed out shortly before his bladder was empty. Steve was glad he hadn’t missed out on any of the fun by passing out too soon. He was still furious but now his bladder was empty he was hardening again and this time was going to get rid of it how he should have done from the start. Fucking Peter’s ass while he was unconscious was different but still enjoyable. As he fucked he imagined all the ways he could punish Peter for his behaviour. He could do it himself or enlist the others, though that might mean telling them what he had tried to do. Maybe it would be worth it if he could make Peter regret it.

Already an idea was forming in his mind, an idea that none would have thought Captain America to be capable of. Peter Parker would soon know better.

Peter wasn’t lying on his back when he woke up but he was still restrained and gagged. This time he was upright but he couldn’t tell if it was to the same contraption as before or a different one by the straps and he couldn’t move his head to see. In the dark he couldn’t see a thing. He could hear distant voices though and he made some experimental noises, trying them again but louder when there was no response.

As he took stock of his body he became increasingly panicked by what he found; he could feel something inside his cock, perhaps a catheter? Whatever it was, it wasn't rigid and ran deep inside him, he could feel it in a place something shouldn’t be, as if a cock in his ass wasn’t bad enough. Not that his ass was empty, he could feel what he thought must be a but-plug up there. The gag was different from the previous dildos, holding his mouth and deliberately blocking his nose. He had to breathe through his mouth and a tube that had a stale taste, like the air in it had to travel a long way.

Suddenly there was light in front of him and once he had blinked away the brightness he could take things in a bit better. In front of him were nine screens arranged three by three, only one of which had lit up. It showed a room but Peter couldn’t tell much about it except for the tiled walls on the far side. A man came into view, revealing the camera to be at a strange height, level with the stranger’s crotch but angled up to take in his face. As Peter watched the man, a complete stranger, undid his fly and pulled out his cock.

A nasty suspicion came into Peter’s mind but he didn’t let himself think it. Surely Steve hadn’t been that angry, right?

The man let loose a stream of piss to somewhere under the camera. He could hear the stream hitting ceramic through speakers on either side of his head, making it an audio as well as visual experience. Then his worst fears were confirmed. A moment after the stream started liquid began to flow into Peter’s mouth. Acidic and bitter and tasting rank. Peter screamed into the liquid as it poured in, unable to stop it with his mouth and jaw held open and no way to divert it with the tight seal around his lips. He could hold off on swallowing but found that with his nose blocked he had no way of breathing. He had to swallow all of it. The man finished, shaking his cock of the last drops and tucking himself away. Once Peter had finished swallowing he screamed again but he still wasn’t heard. The man left without any idea of what he had just done.

The screen lit up again as more men came in and Peter cried out in futile protest and despair as they came towards the urinals, two of them lighting up to show him what was happening at each. As they undid their flies Peter saw one of them had a Shield badge clipped onto his belt and a gun. Was this a Shield building?

“I can’t believe this,” grumbled one of the men as he began to urinate. “So the whole building now has only one functional men’s room?”

“Yep, at least the urinals,” said the other man as he too pissed. “There’s gonna be a queue to use the urinals.”

Peter struggled again despite knowing it was pointless but no amount of struggling or willpower could stop the flow into his mouth.

The first man went on, “How many men work here? More than I can count. And we’re all expected to use these urinals?”

Were they saying what he thought they were? That all the men in the building were going to be pissing in these urinals—in him?

“What are maintenance playing at?”

“Who knows.” The second man was at least finishing but was still in range of whatever microphone there was when he added, “I think I saw Captain America himself talking to them. If they won’t fix it for him then who will they fix it for?”

Peter mistimed his swallowing and choked on piss. Unable to stop the flow and unable to breathe properly he had no choice but to force himself to swallow through it and choke later. Steve had put him in here. And he would bet good money that he had also arranged for the other urinals to be put out of order too so he would have to swallow all the men’s waists. Peter began to struggle in his restraints but they were too strong and tight, he could barely move at all. Steve had done this to him, had proven himself to be infinitely worse than Peter could ever have guessed. Peter was hyperventilating into the tube and his body fighting the restraints beyond his control. None of it helped, he was still trapped in this new circle of hell.

The two men left but another came in. He would be the fourth. By the end of the day Peter had lost count of how many different loads of piss were filling his stomach. Eventually his own bladder began to feel full but no amount of relaxing could relieve the pressure. He was sure the catheter was responsible, somehow stopping him from pissing and making it build up in him. Only when he was at bursting point, sure his bladder would rupture, was there a thunk and the catheter opened up to let him piss. He didn’t think he had ever pissed so much or for so long. Then it closed off again and he knew he would have to wait until it let him piss again. It was shocking to know he no longer had control over so much as when he pissed.

He soon gathered from the agents that it was the start of the work week and everyone was being asked to work overtime. They grumbled about how a work programme to encourage drinking lots to stay hydrated happened to coincide with the urinals breaking but only Peter knew the truth. He actually laughed—or would have if he hadn’t ended up choking on the piss streaming into him from six men at once. He had known he was in hell but hadn’t expected it to drive him mad so quickly. Maybe if he lost his sanity completely then he could bare this more.

He had no idea how to make himself insane but guessed his current position was a good place to start.

Chapter 4: Out of the Frying Pan

Peter had been warned that the Avengers had all the power but now he knew how they would use it. He wondered if this had been Steve’s idea, it seemed too twisted to have come from the man but Peter was starting to realise he didn’t know the man at all. Either way Steve had arranged for a punishment and might have signed off on it.

Though he had no access to a clock he could guess how long he had been in the secret torture chamber. When he had first heard the agents talking he had gathered it was Monday morning, and now it seemed it was Wednesday evening. The men who were using him now were talking about their plans for the evening. That they could be so casual while unknowingly taking part in Peter’s torture was enough to drive Peter insane.

Some of the more daring men had even jacked off into the urinals, as if unable to control themselves. The janitors in particular did it a lot. The spunk had slid its way down the pipes to Peter, sometimes helped along with piss. He had tried not swallowing but being unable to breathe through his blocked nose he had given in each time and swallowed rather than suffocate. When the lunch breaks had come he had had up to seven men pissing at once and had been sure he would drown, unable to swallow fast enough to keep up. Somehow he had made it and he had to wonder if he had managed to swallow it all or if there was some system to make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed. 

“I swear, I don’t know what is with this new drive to get us to drink more.”

Peter had learned that Shield never really slept, though things did quieten down overnight. He still had men working late and sometimes through the night coming to use him. These four seemed to have finished whatever project they were working on and were all in need of a piss. He had a good view of each of their cocks as they came into view on his monitors and pulled them out. Seconds later he had four men’s worth of urine to swallow as quickly as he could. The taste had become normal to him, bearable even, though he would be happy if he never so much as saw urine again.

The men were continuing with their small talk. “I’ve pissed more times than I can count today. Don’t they want us to get any work done?”

“And everyone is still having to use this urinal, it’s starting to stink in here. How long until they get the other’s fixed?”

The men were finishing up now, shaking their cocks and tucking themselves away.

“Too many, maybe at the end of next week, so I hear.”

Another week and a half of this? A week and a half of being unable to talk or be talked to, of choking down the piss of what might be a hundred or more men who hadn’t a clue he was there. Not for the first time Peter screamed into the pipe in his mouth, letting out his rage and despair at what his friends had done to him. But this time was different. Maybe the building was empty enough for there to be no background noise. On the monitors he saw the men pause in their movements and turn to look around.

“Can you hear something?”

Peter saw the slimmest of chances at freedom and was not about to let it slide. He screamed with all his might into the tube, praying that it would echo enough for the men to hear him and recognise what the sound was.

One of the men moved towards the urinals, leaning in so much Peter could see his confused face. “Sounds like it’s coming from the urinals.”

“Is this what’s been fucking all the others up?” moaned another man. “Don’t tell me this one is broken too!”

The others groaned at his words.

Another man took off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. “Screw that. I’m not waiting for them to fix this while we fight over the cubicles, I’m doing it myself.”

Peter couldn’t see what they were doing but the four men all set about looking at the urinals and the piping outside the camera’s field of vision. He wasn’t sure where he was exactly in relation to them but knew he was close. He kept on screaming, not caring if it damaged his throat with how much effort he was putting into it. Even without a healing factor it would be worth it.

He heard some clunking and banging, the pipe in his mouth vibrating.

“What is this?” said one of the agents, his voice in a strange stereo from both the speakers and from not too far in front of him. They were so close to him! “Is there a room down there? Something for maintenance?”

Then there was a clicking as if from a lock and a door opening. Peter couldn’t see much beyond the screens but could see the light of the toilets between them as the door opened. They had found him!

There were, of course, a few cries of shock at what the men had found. They couldn’t have possibly expected this.

“Holy shit!”

“The fuck is this?”

The screens shook and were pulled out of the way, the whole array of them swinging aside so Peter could see his saviours and they could see him.

“Jesus Christ! Are you okay?” asked one of them, as if he couldn’t think of anything better to say.

“Of course he’s not fucking okay!” cried another in outrage. They could all see the tube held in his mouth and where it ran from. “He’s been forced to… drink piss for god knows how long!”

“Shit, have we been…” one of them began before turning to the stalls and disappearing into one to retch.

“Let’s just get him out of there.”

Extracting Peter wasn’t that hard for them. Peter had struggled so hard and failed to escape but these men had him unstrapped in no time and were helping him out, his limbs stiff from being immobile for so long. The catheter was pulled from his cock with such gentleness by one of them, so concerned he might hurt the young man, that Peter felt tears running down his face. They sat him down against the wall and one of them draped a jacket around his back and laid another over his lap. It was the most Peter had worn in days, maybe a week. Peter couldn’t describe the gratitude he was feeling to these men, he would probably do anything for them after this.

“It’s okay,” said one of them gently. It sounded like he had been trained for this but had never used it, his voice shaking from shock. “Whatever has been going on, it's over now.”

Peter shook his head. “No…” he managed, voice weak but determined. “Not until… they pay… for this…”

“Who?” The men all leaned in to know who had arranged for this young man to be imprisoned like this in the middle of one of the most secure buildings in America. “Who did this to you?”

Peter knew they would struggle to believe him and thought of telling them something they would believe, like Hydra or some rogue agent. But if he never got a chance again to make the truth known he had to take this one. “Captain America,” he told them.

There was the typical disbelief of someone speaking against someone held in such high regard.

“You can’t be serious,” one of them laughed nervously.

But Peter nodded and went on. “He’s insane. The Avengers, they’ve all gone mad with power.”

One of them, the one who had wretched and said little since spoke in a voice almost as hoarse as Peter’s. “Cap was talking to the maintenance guys when the other urinals broke.”

The others were looking between one another trying to work out what they should think by seeing what the others were thinking.

“But he’s Captain America! He’s so nice!”

“That would be a good cover for being a fucked up freak.”

Peter couldn’t wait for them to make up their minds, he had to tell more people in as high a position as possible. “Please, I need to speak to someone in charge. Is Director Fury here?”

The men could at least agree on that. Whoever had done this, the matter had to be brought up with the men in charge.

“He is, we’ll take you to him.”

As he was helped to his unsteady feet the jacket over his lap fell away. It was grabbed and held for Peter to wrap around himself.

“We don’t have any clothes…” the man said.

Peter however was too far past caring who saw him like this so long as he took this chance at freedom and revenge. He would walk through the whole Shield building buck naked if it meant he could start his road to revenge. “Just try and keep me from being seen, please.”

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“Enter.”

Being so late at night they hadn’t encountered many people and the few they had seen coming had been avoided. The four agents surrounded Peter and to say they were strangers who couldn’t have had any experience in the field Peter had never felt safer. He was stronger than all of them despite being younger but he held them in a higher regard than any Avenger right now. Fury’s office was high up in the building, but was easy enough to get to. The security systems watched them but raised no alarms. As they entered his office the men in front of Peter stepped aside to let Fury see the young man.

His one good eye went wide. “What the hell? Mr Parker? What is this?”

“Director,” said one of the agents, the most senior by the way he stood ahead of the others, “We found him in…” He swallowed. “What I can only describe as a secret torture chamber underneath the only functional urinals in the building. He was restrained in there and made to… drink the waste of the unknowing agents relieving themselves.”

Fury stared at the man and then at the others for confirmation and finally at Peter. “You can’t be serious. In Shield headquarters?”

Peter stepped forwards, standing as tall as he could. He would have some sense of pride and dignity for this. “It’s true sir, I was put there by Steve Rogers.”

Fury blinked at him. “Captain America put you in a piss-based torture chamber?” he asked. It was impossible for his thoughts to be guessed at, his voice was level and is poker face perfect.

Peter knew he had to convince this man and knew his word was so little, even with the evidence of the chamber he had been found in. “I know it seems incredible, that’s why I didn’t see it coming, but the Avengers have gone insane. They tried turning me into their sex slave and put me in there as a punishment for misbehaving.”

“This is a very serious accusation.” Fury stood and moved around the desk to Peter, staring intently at his face, taking in every possible tell. “Are you sure you want to make it?”

Peter had never been more certain of anything in his life and didn’t think he would be again. He wasn’t going to blow this by not showing how confident he was. He looked Fury right in the eye and told him the truth. “Very sure, sir.”

Fury continued to stare at him, as if waiting for him to crack and backtrack on his words. When Peter didn’t break eye contact he gave a nod and then returned to his desk to press a button on his phone.

“Wilson. Rhodes. Come to my office. Now.” He didn’t wait for any reply, instead turning back to speak to the four men surrounding Peter. “Agents, thank you for finding the kid and bringing this to me. I am sending you the name and location of a special agent with no connection to the Avengers who I want you to go to, you may be needed as both allies and witnesses.”

They saluted him and spoke as one. “Yes sir.”

As they turned to leave, confident in Fury to protect the kid, Peter turned to them. “Thank you.” The words were too small to convey his gratitude. Some might say that they hadn’t done anything that anyone else would have, but Peter now considered them friends for life.

They gave him nods and smiles in return, the lead agent saying, “No worries kid. Not anymore.”

As they left the office two men came the other way. Peter had met Sam and Rhodes briefly and stiffened at the sight of two Avengers. He reminded himself that they weren’t like the others and the way they looked at him with concern and confusion was enough to reassure him.

“Director,” Sam greeted Fury before giving Peter his full attention. “Hey kid, what happened? A wardrobe malfunction?”

Fury answered before Peter could. “Gentlemen, I need you to escort Peter and I to a secure location. Peter here may need to go into witness protection and I want you two to escort us there and then take good care of him.”

The two men also saluted Fury and barked, “Yes sir.”

Peter felt the tension slowly seeping from his body. He was in safe hands now.

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“Peter, it will take a few minutes to get there. Can you tell us exactly what happened?”

Before they had left his office Fury had asked Peter to leave the two jackets he was using as clothing, telling him he would be given proper clothes when they arrived and that the jackets would be returned to their owners. Peter complied, not really caring who saw him naked any more. None of the three men, all larger and more muscular than him, seemed to care about his nakedness. They had gone down the building in Fury’s private elevator straight to the parking lot underneath it. There was a large SUV waiting with tinted windows and no doubt bodywork that was strong enough to shield the occupants from a decent explosion. Fury drove while Peter sat in the back, sandwiched between the two larger men. It was a nice feeling, to be surrounded by men who were looking out for him.

“Well…” began Peter. Of course he’d have to tell his entire story, no doubt several times to different people, and Fury would need to know the details so he could make his next move. “They invited me to a meeting, that was… I lost track of how long ago. They told me about a dangerous alien being who they think is coming to Earth in about a hundred days. They said they had this idea about offering him a tribute to keep him from attacking Earth. Then they told me that I was to be that tribute and jumped me.”

“They didn’t give you any warning?” asked Rhodey. “Nothing like getting you to agree to it?”

“Well…” Peter recalled the conversation and how they had said they would get someone to agree with it and then asked him if he agreed to the plan. “They explained the idea and then made out like it was a heroic thing to do…”

“And did you agree to do it?” asked Sam.

“No!” Peter cried. “They never told me that it would be me!”

“But you did agree to the idea of a tribute?” insisted Rhodey.

The men were firing questions at him from both sides with Fury watching him in the rear-view mirror as much as he was watching the road. “Yes… but not like this,” he added quickly. “They didn’t tell me they would be… Doing what they would be doing to me! They just asked if I agreed to the plan of a tribute.”

Sam nodded in understanding and then asked, “And when they had you and began your training, what did they do to you?”

Peter looked down at his lap, hands covering his genitals and wishing these men didn’t have to know what had been done to him. He had seen that the Avengers had all had cocks much larger than his and wondered if the three men did too. Did they think less of him for his small cock? “They had me stripped and bound and they… they fucked my mouth.” Peter focussed on his breathing and kept going. “Thor did it so hard he dislocated my jaw and I passed out, I couldn’t breathe.”

“I knew he was hung,” muttered Rhodes.

From Peter’s other side Sam nodded. “And that he fucked hard.”

“What?” Peter asked, wondering how they could focus on that over what had been done to him.

“Sorry,” Sam said. “Just… a lot of people wonder about him. Did they cum in you?”

“Yes,” said Peter, “And they made me swallow it. They threatened to crush my balls if I didn’t.”

“So you could have said no,” said Fury. “You could have refused.”

“Well, yes…” said Peter, wondering if Fury would let his balls be crushed rather than swallow other men’s cum. “But not without getting my balls completely crushed.”

“Was it just an oral assault?” asked Rhodey.

“No, they…” God, how he wished no one had to know about this for him to be believed. “They fucked me.”

“Which ones?”

“All of them. Tony, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Bucky. They wouldn’t let Thor fuck me, not after how he broke my mouth. Over and over, no rest in between. Afterwards they bragged about how they had gone for a whole twenty-four hours.”

Sam whistled, impressed. He then asked, “What did you do to piss them off to get force-fed piss?”

“Steve took pity on me and tried to suck my cock.”

“Really?” Sam’s eyebrows were raised high as he learned that his idol was willing to suck cock. “I never would have thought he would have stooped so low.”

Peter remembered waiting until the perfect moment and the satisfaction of seeing Steve recoil in disgust. It had been so worth it at the time. “I waited until he was sucking me then I pissed in his mouth!” he said, glad he could say he had gotten one over on Captain America.

“Seriously?” cried Rhodes in astonishment.

Sam was laughing hard. “Wish I could have seen the look on his face!”

Peter smiled too, but it faded quickly as he had to tell the next part of the story. “He was furious, he put his shirt over my face and waterboarded me with his own piss.”

Rhodes cocked his head to the side. “That’s hardcore torture. Sounds like Cap is darker and more complex than any of us thought.”

Sam hummed to his left and Peter glanced his way before doing a double take. Sam was rubbing at his crotch that was obviously hard. Peter stared at it ten looked at the man in shock and outrage. It was like he had been describing getting laid rather then giving an account of his abuse.

Sam saw his expression and gave a guilty shrug. “Sorry, I like my sex rough and kinky. I always wondered what Steve would be like and this is, well, it gets my motor going.” He rubbed himself more openly, legs spreading a little.

Peter considered himself thoroughly desensitised to this behaviour by now but still turned away, not wanting to be exposed to any more of it. He looked to Rhodes to see if he could count on him for support—but Rhodey was doing the exact same thing. Peter had been sandwiched between their bulk before but now their spread legs were leaving him a bit cramped. Was Fury seeing this? Was he hard too?

“Sorry kid,” said Rhodes, “But it’s a biological reaction to hearing stuff that gets you off. Would you mind if we…? I mean, we’re all guys here, after all.”

Without waiting for any permission both men pulled out their cocks. Peter had heard the stereotype that black men were well hung but now he knew that for these two men it was true. Both men were easily the largest cocks he had yet seen, not counting Thor, and seconded only to Steve. Both were fully hard and even beginning to ooze precum. Peter stared straight ahead, even looking into the rear-view mirror to catch Fury’s eye. The Director was looking back, gaze flicking between him and the two men and their cocks, but he said nothing.

Both men began to jack off, slowly and in long strokes.

“So Steve and Bucky fucked you?” asked Sam, his hero worship of the former and rivalry with the latter more important to him than Peter’s suffering. “What were they like?”

“And how did Banner fuck you without turning into the Hulk?” asked Rhodey.

Sam chuckled at a new thought, “I’ll bet it was a change for Barton to do the fucking, he’s never met a man he wouldn’t bend over for.”

“I…” said Peter but he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to admonish them for their behaviour but something was stopping him. He was only now realising how, in the day or so he had been force-fed it, he had grown used to the taste of cum. Now the air in the SUV was becoming musky with the stink and it was bringing back memories.

“You okay kid?” Sam asked. “You can’t take your eyes off my cock.”

Peter realised he was indeed staring and looked away, feeling his face heating up.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were hungry for it,” said Rhodes, his voice low and also hungry. “Just like they thought you were.”

Peter wanted to deny it but as he opened his mouth he felt it was full of saliva, as if watering for cock.

Sam saw it and laughed. “If you want you can have a suck. Maybe it will make you feel better. I certainly won’t say no.” He let go of his cock and left it standing straight up and throbbing for attention.

Peter didn’t think he wanted to suck a cock, not again, but the smell was thick in his nose and the taste was on his mind. These men were protecting him after all, he could show them how grateful he was. He leaned down and hesitated over Sam’s lap. He had sucked cock before now but this would be the first time he had done so willingly. But now the smell was even stronger, the source right in his nose. He leaned down the rest of the way and took the head of it into his mouth. The moment he tasted the precum he knew he needed more and began to suck the cock into his mouth. Sam hummed above him.

“You say they fucked you for a whole day?” Rhodey asked. Peter realised that by bending over to suck off Sam he had raised his ass for Rhodes to see. The man put both his hands on Peter’s ass and spread the cheeks to have a look at his hole. Peter almost pulled off Sam in protest but the man put a hand over the back of his head to hold him in place, his hips bucking up slightly to force himself deeper into his mouth. Sam was just keeping him calm with his cock, that was all. That was good of him.

Rhodes’ fingers slid to Peter’s hole and stroked it. Peter shivered. Rhodes pushed against his entrance and had to apply a bit of pressure to slide in. “You’d never know you’re not a virgin,” he commented, “This ass is as tight as a Wakandan drum!” He tested Peter’s ass with his finger, adding more when he could.

Peter worried his claim of rape wouldn’t hold up if his ass had healed and now showed no signs of being violated. He took as much of Sam as he could into his mouth and buried his nose in the man’s crotch. The smell was powerful and strangely comforting. Sam groaned and grabbed his head, bucking up into his mouth. Peter felt the cock throb and a moment later his mouth was filled with the familiar taste of cum. It wasn’t quite as good as what he had had before but he swallowed it all down as if it was instinct, Thor’s threat to his balls still strong in his mind.

“We’re here,” said Fury.

Peter had completely forgotten the Director of Shield was in the car and watching them and quickly pulled off Sam’s cock and Rhodes’ fingers to sit properly between them. He felt sick with shame at his behaviour—he was acting like a slut and not a victim of sexual assault. He hadn’t been able to pay any attention to where they were going but as they pulled into a downwards ramp leading under a building he looked around. It was a small but high end building, still in New York city. It looked very modern and stylish but he didn’t know it by sight.

“Where is this?” he asked.

“This is T’challa’s diplomatic embassy,” said Fury “He and one of his closest friends will be meeting us.”

So he was being given protection by the king of Wakanda in an embassy. So long as the Avengers weren’t willing to fight the king and set off an international incident he would be safe there. He relaxed even more. He was out of that hell.

They left the car and the garage, filled with several expensive looking cars, to climb the stairs to a well furnished main entrance hall. It was a large space on the ground floor with a whole wall devoted to a window, surely resistant to any kind of attack, that looked out onto the street. People were passing by the building as part of their daily lives. Despite being in full view of them and naked Peter didn’t shy away, he could see that the glass was one way for privacy.

As they entered T’challa entered from another room followed by another black man Peter didn’t recognise, broader than the king and dressed in basic clothes that, though they were a good fit, didn’t suit him, as if he was more suited to other styles.

“Director Fury,” T’challa greeted the leader of their little group.

Fury nodded back and gestured for Peter to come forwards. “Parker, you know T’challa but I don’t think you know his right hand man, M'Baku.”

Peter was suddenly aware that he was still naked as he offered out his hand. “Hello. Thanks for taking me in.”

T’challa and then M'Baku shook it, their hands larger and holding his tight. The latter in particular took him in, not knowing who he was and surely getting entirely the wrong idea of him from this first impression. It occurred to Peter that he was now surrounded by five black men and, not to stereotype them, they were probably all better hung than him. He had also been sucking one of them off not five minutes ago, probably still had the cum on his breath, and had his ass fingered by another while the third watched. What would they tell the Wakandans?

T’challa however was very assuring to him. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure everything works out.”

After a long moment of awkwardness where no one said anything and Peter felt like the focus of all the attention he dared to ask for the bare minimum he would hope for from their hospitality. “Do you have anything I could wear, please?”

T’challa nodded and moved over to a side table and pulled something out. As he returned Peter saw it was a necklace just like the one T’challa himself wore that contained the Black Panther suit, only this was a dull black rather than anything fancy. “I have this, it has basic clothing inside it.”

Peter took it with a wide grin, “Thank you, your majesty.” He quickly brought it over his head and let it settle on his chest. “I’ve not worn anything for too long.” Almost as soon as it was settled it began to unfold, the nano-tech of Wakanda moving across his skin to cover it in a basic t-shirt and trousers. Peter sighed as he was fully clothed again.

As the material finished forming around his body the necklace itself began to take itself apart. Peter watched in puzzlement as the pieces moved down along his body and reformed into something new. As they went the clothes they had formed on him also began to retract into themselves, disappearing just as quickly as they had appeared. Peter made a few noises of confusion as his bare chest and legs were revealed, then all of him as the clothes retracted entirely into the remains of the necklace—that formed into a ring that clamped snugly around his balls, too tight for him to remove.

“What?” Peter cried, not at all understanding what was happening and grabbing at the ring. “I thought—”

But T’challa interrupted him. “You shouldn’t be thinking about clothes.” His tone was no longer friendly but now sounded like a king talking to someone so far beneath him that he shouldn’t have to even care about him. “You shouldn’t have ever worn anything again.”

M’baku’s voice was a deep rumble when he spoke for the first time. “It doesn’t do to let slaves enjoy any of the luxuries reserved for real men.”

Peter looked at them both, seeing the contempt in their eyes. He took a step back and collided with something hard. He turned to see Fury was blocking his path back with Sam and Rhodey on either side. They looked no more friendly than the Wakandans. He was surrounded.

“But I thought I would be safe—” Peter began before being cut off by his own scream of agony. The ring around his balls hadn’t tightened but it felt like it had ignited, encircling his balls in fire! Peter collapsed to the floor, scrambling at his balls to try and get the ring of fire off him but it was too tight and he couldn’t get his fingers to work properly through the pain. It only lasted maybe five seconds but it felt much longer. More importantly it marked a change in the tone. He now knew he was no longer surrounded by friends in a safe haven but surrounded by new captors in a new prison. The five black men all stood over him, looking down with a look he recognised from the Avengers: excitement and sadism.

He had never been free, not really. He had just traded one torture chamber for another.

Chapter 5: Into the Fire

“That was level one of ten,” said T’challa, showing Peter the controls on his bracelet. “Act out again and I will raise the setting every time.”

If that had been level one then Peter desperately didn’t want to know what even level two felt like. It had felt like there was a ring of fire around his balls and if it had been for much longer he might have tried ripping them off with his bare hands just to end the pain. He said nothing, just stayed on the floor, looking up at the men before averting his gaze in fear. They were in complete control of him.

“You will be safe here, boy,” said Fury. “Just as we promised. Safe… and back where you belong.” It was like he had been trying to keep a joke to himself and now he could be as smug as he wanted now the punchline had been told. He must have been planning this since he saw the agents bring Peter into his office—had probably known he was in the building from the start. He might even have been alerted when he was broken out and even if he had tried to escape he probably would have been stopped. There had never been any chance of escape.

Sam was leaning down to take a closer look at him. He grabbed Peter’s hair and yanked his head back; though they had met before and Sam knew his face he was now taking it in again, along with his whole body, with a new perspective. “The others were right; he is perfect for the job.”

Rhode crouched down to join him and poked at Peter’s side, grabbing and squeezing his arms and then his legs to assess him. “Not too muscular, not too thin.”

M’baku joined them but manhandled Peter much more roughly to get a better look. He carelessly grabbed his hips and turned him over onto his front. Peter knew what part he wanted to inspect but didn’t raise his ass, making the man do that too—not that M’baku minded that he was forcing him into that position. “That white ass looks so good.” His deep voice rumbled with desire, like he had never seen such a delicacy. If he had lived his whole life in Wakanda had he ever had sex with a white person? Was it some kind of fetish to him?

Peter’s face was now by T’challa’s dress shoes. He focussed on them and polished leather shone in the light as the Black Panther spoke above him. “It would look better bruised up by a few fuckings.”

A few of them laughed in agreement, with Fury commenting, “I love seeing a white ass stretched around a black cock!”

“You’re… all in on it?” Peter said. He wasn’t thinking, his brain just struggling to process how he was still a captive, that people he had trusted had instead returned him to his personal hell.

He didn’t have a chance to realise he should regret it before his balls were set on fire again. He screamed and his body responded by waving his limbs as if to move away from the pain. Hands grabbed him and feet stepped on him, holding him down until the burning stopped.

“Setting two,” said T’challa, sounding both bored and amused. “I thought you were supposed to be smart?”

A hand came down, suddenly and brutally on his ass. Peter hadn’t been spanked since Uncle Ben had when he was a child. This was a very different kind of discipline and done with harmful and sadistic intent. “Whites can’t comprehend that they might be slaves,” M’baku said, the hand now grabbing his ass as if it was a piece of meat he was examining. “Do you Americans like to have some revenge on them like we Africans do?”

“Hell yeah,” cried Rhodey, as if he was delighted to be in what he thought of as good company. “Sam and I make white men my bitches for fun at least once a month!” There was the sound of two men high-fiving.

A new voice spoke from the doorway Fury had brought Peter through not five minutes before. “I have four more here for you to bitch out.” As the men turned their attention to the newcomer Peter dared a look too. There was a large black man, taller and more muscular than any of the others. He was pushing a large metal cage that was divided into four quarter compartments. Inside were four white men, naked and slumped with strange gags fitted around their heads.

Fury gave the man a name when he greeted him. “Mr Cage, did you have any trouble?”

Luke Cage shook his head as he wheeled the cage of men into a corner. “They were easy. The hard part was getting them here.” He patted the top of the cage, his heavy hand perhaps harder than intended and the men jumped at the noise, moving clumsily. As they looked around Peter recognised them. The four former Shield agents were barely recognisable without their suits and with the masks covering their lower faces like breathing masks. Peter wondered if they were being given some sedative, their gaze struggling to focus on anything, even him when they saw him. As they shifted he saw their cocks were fully hard despite their captivity but their hands were cuffed behind them making them unable to do anything about their arousal.

“I borrowed the cage from your toy collection, T’challa,” Cage said as he left the men to join his peers, not at all concerned at the men’s kidnapping. “I’d love to make use of your playroom sometime.”

T’challa met him with a brotherly hug. “I’m sure we can find a white boy to play with. We could always use Barnes.”

Sam looked up at this. “Is he into that?”

Peter wanted to know too. He remembered Bucky’s speech about Alpha men well, and hadn’t thought the man would submit to another. He might bottom for Steve but he wouldn’t let other men dominate him, by his rules he wasn’t that kind of man. He had spent time in Wakanda being deprogrammed, had he slept with the Black Panther then, maybe as a thanks for his help?

“Not even slightly,” T’challa told him, “But when we removed his programming in Wakanda I left some of his triggers in, just in case.” He winked at the men, is white teeth bright between his dark lips.

Fury nodded in interest. “Is that how you got him to go along with this tribute thing?” He asked, gesturing at Peter. “I thought he would be the strongest objector and persuade Rogers off the fence and back onto his moral high horse.”

“I intercepted him as he was coming back to America,” the Wakandan King explained. “Said a few trigger words, then made use of him as my bitch for the night while making sure he believed this was the right thing to do. I also made sure he would persuade Rogers and seduce him to further compromise his judgement and keep him distracted.”

Now it made sense. Bucky had seemed quite dismissive of Peter’s enslavement and overly affectionate with his best friend while he had sex. The way he had kissed Steve, seemingly with no history of anything more than a close friendship. It had all been to fuck with Steve and it had worked. The man had been so enchanted by Bucky’s fucking and gesture of love that he had taken the words straight to heart and let them change his world-view.

Sam was still incredulous that his best friend—if that wasn’t just a charade—was in love with the man he had helped save. “ Barnes and Rogers are gay for each other? Even though they’re from the 40s?”

T’challa shrugged. “Rogers is, he was probably in the closet back then. I don’t know if Barnes was but he is now and will stay that way. Maybe when this is all over I’ll remove the commands and see what he does then. Want to place any bets on if he breaks it off with Rogers?”

Peter had met Bucky a few times before this but only once as the brainwashed Winter Soldier. The man had struck him as cool but secretly scared, doubting himself and his own judgement, looking to Steve and anyone around him for confirmation he was doing the right thing. This hadn’t stopped after his deprogramming but he had lessened, the man seeming so much more confident. Still that uncertainty was there. He had seen the man greet T’challa as a prized friend, someone he trusted completely after the man had healed his mind. In truth the man had just made him his own personal sleeper agent and sex toy, even making him take part in the same torture he had once ben subjected to—and even made him happy about it and drag his best friend down with him! Peter wished the man was strong enough to break his programming but T’challa seemed to be even better at brainwashing and hypnotic commands than Hydra.

Peter forgot all about the torture device, how they had him by the balls, and scrambled to his feet. “Bucky trusted you, you sick fuck!” he screamed, trying to grab T’challa. He didn’t have a plan, he just wanted to make the man hurt on Bucky’s behalf. But he wasn’t fast enough and the pain restarted. He crashed down to the floor, all hopes of heroically enduring the pain gone as the pain was even worse than he thought it could get. He scrabbled at the king’s feet for mercy, soundlessly screaming for the burning to stop—or maybe he was screaming, he just couldn’t hear.

But he did hear T’challa sigh, “That’s setting three—and you’re pissing yourself from it.”

Peter didn’t know about that but wasn’t surprised that he had lost control of his bladder. He didn’t think anyone could control themselves through this pain. As the pain stopped there was a sliver of pleasure at the thought of the piss made from piss soiling the perfect floor of the Wakandan embassy.

“Keep on acting out, I love how you scream and squirm,” M’baku said, sounding eager to see more of the white boy in pain.

Fury gave Peter a kick in the side, enough to turn Peter onto his front and towards the puddle of piss. “Clean up that mess of yours. You should be used to the taste of piss by now.”

Peter didn’t protest or defy them any more as he dragged himself across the floor to the puddle. He had been forced to drink it before but now he was actively doing it. It was no better but he would do it to avoid the pain. Setting four, the very idea made his bladder quiver inside him and his balls shrink in fear—though sadly not enough for the ring to slip off. The taste of piss was nothing new now, but licking it up was—and doing it with an audience was even more so. He couldn’t see it but he could feel how they were looking down on him, turned on by his debasement and humiliation.

“Why should the white boys have all the fun?” said Sam. That he could call his friends “white boys” was still shocking, but Peter was generally in shock these days. “We can show this bitch as good a time as they did!”

“They banged him for twenty-four hours, I hear,” Rhodey said, sounding both envious and like the gang-rape was a challenge to be beaten.

“We can beat that, easy,” said Luke. “Six of us, all more man than they can hope to be. And better hung.”

“It will hardly be a chore!” laughed Fury.

Above him Peter heard the sound of belts unbuckling and flies unzipping. Not looking up he saw clothes starting to hit the floor as they were discarded until the men were all naked. It was strange to him how men could be comfortable with being naked around each other so long as there was someone to fuck. A bare foot connected with Peter’s balls from between his legs. He jumped but it wasn’t a kick, just a pressure to make him raise his ass. He raised it, lowering his chest as he did to make his back arch in a way he thought men liked.

“Reach back and spread those cheeks,” commanded T’challa, seemingly the one raising his ass.

Peter did so, hands trembling. The last time his ass had been shown to a group of aggressive men they had violated it mercilessly for a day, and he had been powerless to stop it that time. It had been so raw by the time it was over and it now felt like it had just healed over after days in the urinal. Now he was facing the same torment again but now was being asked to offer up his ass. At least he wasn’t doing it freely, he was under duress. He still wondered, as the men gathered to take a look at his hole, if it might be worth daring the higher settings rather than have the men tear his ass up for a second time. No, the pain was worse than having his ass gang-raped.

“Fury, you caught this mess in time, you can go first,” T’challa said.

Peter quickly felt a hand grab him by the back of the neck, knowing it was Fury. He was pulled up to his feet and saw that all the naked men were all better hung than any of the unenhanced Avengers, some even bigger than Steve. This was definitely going to be worse. He wasn’t tied down for this and could fight back, but that would come at the cost of his balls being fried. Would he rather be tied down and able to struggle or be free and having to restrain himself. Or maybe they would like it if he fought back, some sickos got off on that.

Peter was pulled around and slammed into the window of the hall face first. If there was a thump to be heard or a shake of the glass to be seen from the other side then it was missed by the passers by. A few feet away, and easily visible to each other but for the tinted glass, were a dozen people passing by every few seconds, some even glancing at the expensive building, none of them with a clue about what was happening on the other side. They were a world away from the gang-rape Peter was about to endure rather than a few meters.

Fury must know this, it was why he was doing it. To fuck with his mind as much as he was about to fuck with his body. The director pushed right in, Peter still loosened up from the plug he had had in him for days. Fury didn’t care if he was ready though and pushed all the way in to the hilt, giving Peter the real thing inside him again. He cried out but it wasn’t any worse than when he had been fucked before—it just hurt whatever.

“Fuck,” the director cried, “I don’t believe he’s not a virgin!”

“Bet he’s a natural cocksucker too,” said M’baku hungrily.

Peter’s eyes flickered from passer-by to passer-by, wishing one of them might somehow get some idea of what was happening inside the building—before remembering that these men had kidnapped agents of Shield to keep this secret and would no doubt do the same to innocent civilians. He hoped looking at them would at least distract him but seeing so many normal and happy people going about their lives only drove home—harder than fury’s cock inside him—how far he was from all that. That was why he started crying, not the pain or humiliation.

Fury however took it as a sign of his dominance. “Cry, white boy,” he growled in his ear, fucking him harder. “You know how much white ass I had to kiss to get this job? Pounding tight white asses until they’re black with bruises has been the only thing making it bearable.” He was gripping Peter and fucking him hard enough to do as he described, but Peter was already handling it better than any poor kid who had been through this before thanks to his strength and healing.

When he was done, a load dumped in his ass, it became clear Fury was the only one interested in fucking him against the window. Peter was let go and given a moment to slump against the glass before he was thrown down onto all fours by his next users. He couldn’t see who was behind him but it was M’baku ahead of him, kneeling with his cock at mouth-level. It was a thick one, and long enough for Peter to shrink back from it. Unfortunately the only way to get away was back onto the cock and even then it wasn’t far, it was already pushing in deep.

The White Gorilla, as he was known, grabbed his head and pulled him onto his cock with no care for Peter, forcing his way in and forcing even more when he met resistance. “A born cocksucker,” he commented, mistaking the frantic attempts of Peter’s mouth and tongue to repel him as a blowjob—or just not caring. After Thor no thick cock could scare Peter but it could still choke him—but men liked having a throat choking on their cocks.

M’baku hit Peter’s gag reflex so hard he couldn’t stop himself from vomiting. He wasn’t sure what he had to vomit up but whatever it was it was regurgitated onto the black cock and spilled out of his mouth like drool. Someone said, “Spoke too soon,” but Peter wasn’t paying attention. M’baku pulled his cock out of Peter, letting him catch his breath as he forced him to look up with a twist of his hair. “You don’t sully a man’s cock like that,” he said, as if it was self-evident. “Maybe we better make sure that stomach’s empty,” and he punched Peter in the gut.

His whole body seized up and he involuntarily clenched down on the cock in his ass. He knew the fucker liked it from his groan and guessed, when he could think again, that it must be T’challa. Peter had been punched many times by normal men and superheroes but right in the gut was always a pain, and though M’baku had no superpowers he was strong and the punch wasn’t trivial. Peter gasped for air but didn’t bring anything up. It seemed it was just an excuse to punch Peter, and M’baku forced him back onto his cock before he could catch his breath. Peter supposed his struggling for air around a thick cock was a turn on, so many horrible things were arousing to these men.

T’challa came in his ass and seemed ready to keep going but reluctantly gave up his position for others to have a go. He heard enough comments to gather it was Luke Cage taking his place and found his cock to be just as large as one would expect on such a large man.

Peter wondered if he had fucked the agents or just subdued them somehow. He was able to look over to the cage and he saw that the four men were watching with wide eyes, horrified by what they were seeing but the drugs being pumped into them through the gas-masks were sending them higher than a kite and their cocks were hard and dripping with need. They were being completely ignored by the black men and Peter’s glance was more than they had been given since their cage had been wheeled in. What must their drugged up minds be thinking?

After M’baku had unloaded in his mouth Sam and Rhodey tried to force both their cocks into his mouth together. “If we feel any teeth then we’ll persuade the others to remove them,” Sam said and Peter believed them. He did his best, curling his lips around them, but with the double assault he didn’t think he had managed it. Maybe they really were just messing with him but he couldn’t take the chance.

The men never seemed to feel any need to move their party any further than the entrance hall and the adjoining lounge, not even for a proper bedroom or the dungeon Luke had mentioned. They brought it drinks and food and played music appropriate for the scene, making a real party of it. They didn’t so much pass him round as grab him from one another, usually keeping him over the table but sometimes moving him to the sofa—that probably cost more than most people made in a lifetime but was now being stained with cum.

All the while the window was there, taking up the entire wall, with people passing by as Peter was gang-raped. He was able to see the daylight fade and the nightlife begin, drunk people wandering about and the traffic never slowing down, and then the daylight return as the morning rush began. He saw it all between the dark skin of the hips fucking his face almost non-stop. He didn’t think he went longer than half a minute without a cock in his mouth or ass and at no point didn’t have at least one in him.

As the night went on and the talk of using him got just as dark as the sky outside. Peter couldn’t tell whose idea it was but one of the men left for the dungeon and came back with something that made him wonder if the shocker on his balls would be preferable. For this new torment they tied him down to the tale, Peter not resisting out of sheer terror. They still fucked him in both ends but now there was something for a third or even fourth man to do.

The first whiplash to his back was like nothing Peter had felt before. His skin didn’t break but it felt like it had, like fire had been branded along his back. He screamed into Rhodey’s cock and his ass clenched down on Fury’s. He remembered their threat about feeling teeth and wished he had something safe for him to bite down on to bear the pain. They also had a flogger and with a man on each side they took turns whipping and flogging him. Peter had begun that day in the urinal thinking he was in hell but now he knew better and wished he was back there. What would he have said back then if he had been told he was better off drinking piss by the gallon? They flipped him over after a time to give his chest and stomach the same treatment and Peter too the opportunity to beg.

“Please no, please stop, have mercy on me please!” But they had none. They laughed at his words and Peter entered a new level of despair at how the Avengers were the worst of all humanity he had encountered.

The black men didn’t fuck him for longer than the white men had but they certainly had made more use of him, and by the time they were done they had broken his body and spirit better than the white boys had.

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“Here, I have a cage for him.”

The cage T’challa had brought in was large enough for him to crawl inside. They made him crawl across the floor to it and Peter did it happily, the threat of pain still as fresh in his mind as the cuts on his back. He felt like he was leaving a trail of cum leaking from his ass, the spunk doing nothing to soothe the sharp ache that had replaced his hole. Once he was inside the door slammed shut behind him. He didn’t even flinch, not at just a loud noise.

“Watch this,” said T’challa.

Peter heard nothing happen but then guessed he must have had a control for the cage’s special feature. It began to contract around him, the top moving down and walls closing in. He didn’t let himself panic. They needed him alive, the cage wouldn’t crush him, it would just be uncomfortable. It didn’t stop shrinking on any side until some internal mechanism determined it could go no further. He was crammed into a foetal position, barely able to move. If anyone wanted to poke him with a stick he would be unable to do anything about it but yell—and he knew better than to do that.

“No bigger than it needs to be,” mused Fury, as if impressed at its storage value.

“What about them?” Cage asked.

Out of the corner of his eye Peter could see the four Shield agents he was referring to. With his heightened sense he could smell their arousal and fear in equal measure, so desperate to cum and so afraid of their new masters after all they had witnessed them do to Peter. He wondered if they were so far gone already that they would agree to be slaves just for a chance to cum. They looked like they were having a better time than he was.

“I have room for them in my harem,” T’challa said, unconcerned. “Some of the others were starting to bore me. They’re no fun when broken in. Someone will take them in, they like their boys trained and docile. These four will replace them.”

“I want the blonde,” demanded M’baku. “I would like a boi to play with when I get frustrated with you.” He must mean T’challa, the two’s rivalry obvious. The blonde whimpered faintly behind his gag.

Peter remembered how they had been so concerned when they had found him, so kind and gentle. They didn’t deserve this. But there was nothing he could do to help them; he couldn’t even help himself. He was wheeled away back to the SUV while they were pushed into a freight elevator that descended to whatever the Black Panther’s playroom was. Peter decided he wouldn’t think about them any more. As much as it pained him to forget them, he had himself to worry about.

As the SUV drove out of the embassy Peter was able to use his exhaustion to overcome his pain and fall asleep for the journey, knowing he would need all his strength to get through whatever came next.

Chapter 6: The Ultimate Fuck Machine

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Fury had led the group of black men with their caged slave back to the Avenger’s tower and once they were entering the living room where the Avengers were lounging around he immediately laid into Steve and anyone who had helped him set up the urinal punishment. Peter wasn’t looking up to see who was involved, he was trying to go unnoticed in his tiny cage. He had however seen how the men had been relaxing, chilling out despite their passive torture playing out some distance away. It had to be some kind of malevolent influence, surely, to make them all suddenly be so casual about torture of a friend—not that he seemed to be a friend to them any more.

“Blame Stark,” Steve deflected, “He handled the installation!”

“But it was your idea!” retorted Stark.

“Steve, you’ve been holding out on us.” Peter had never heard Clint sound so excited. “We want to know what else that twisted mind can come up with.”

But Fury wasn’t going to be distracted by how sadistic Steve really was. “The kid was found! I’ve had to make four agents disappear to keep this quiet!”

“Still made time to give him a go, I see,” said Bruce. His voice was from ahead of Peter; how bad he must look from the front for Bruce to know how bad he was from the back made him glad he couldn’t see a mirror. The tears in his back from the whip were already healing over, his healing factor still working but compromised by how malnourished he was. Maybe if they wanted him to heal well they would feed him a good meal.

“Well we had to punish him for trying to tell everyone what you were doing,” snapped Sam. “Which was the first thing he did when he got out.”

“We deserved a go for saving your asses,” Rhodey added.

“And you guys had a party without us, we thought we should have one too,” pointed out T’challa.

“Look,” said Steve, trying to de-escalate the argument and changing the subject, knowing he couldn’t defend himself any more, “We can all agree that Peter needs a lot of work done on him. It’s still early days, we can still do a lot more.”

“He’s been quiet,” pointed out Clint. “Has he learned his job isn’t to talk any more?”

“I liked it when he talked back,” said Tony, wistfully. “I like some fight in my bitches.”

“He knows if he talks out of line his ball-ring will shock him,” explained T’challa. “We’ve actually been training him.”

Peter could tell without looking that there were a few angry looks at that comment.

“Don’t punish him for a bit, let him talk,” said Steve, charitably. “It’s just about all he can do now.”

There was a moment of silence and Peter realised they were expecting him to say something. Normally he couldn’t stop talking, had some witty comment, and since this hell had started he had had plenty to say about how fucked up they all were. But now he didn’t see much point. Steve had just said that it was still early in his training and he was already sure he was in hell. If all of this was just the start…

“Nothing to say?” asked Fury.

Peter sighed. “I’ve already told you how much I hate you.”

Steve crouched down before the cage. He was so large he was still too high for Peter to look up at from the cage’s confines. “What about all that piss you drank, did you like that?” he asked.

“Or the black cocks you got raped with,” asked T’challa. “How’d you like those?

“Do you understand what being bad will get you?” Steve finished.

Peter closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. “If I ever get the chance I’ll kill you all.” He didn’t say it very loud, knowing he would be heard. He had never said anything like that and never thought he would and mean it. Even Steve Rogers, if Peter could then he would kill the man, consequences be damned.

“You had your chance and you blew it.” Tony sounded like he was already planning on how to make any future bondage fully escape proof even with outside help. “You won’t get another.”

Peter was beginning to fear that was true, but what could he have done differently? His only chance had been to run from the agents and the building—and that wouldn’t have saved them from knowing what had happened. If he had escaped like that he might not be as determined to seek revenge as he was now, he may even have assumed, as he still wanted to believe, that his friends were somehow being mind controlled—which might have led to him returning to them and getting captured again. He should have just run and hidden and seen if Thanos had come or not, see what the Avenger’s back-up plan had been and how it would have worked. It was all academic now, no point dwelling on it.

Tony spoke again, this sound exasperated as if all of this was an inconvenience to him alone. “I had planned for this to come later but it is ready now and I think Peter needs a hard lesson.” Tony’s footsteps were followed by the sound of everyone else following him. Someone pushed his cage along with them. Peter was glad he was too confined to try and wriggle free, he didn’t want any of these men seeing him trying to flee, however much they knew that was what he wanted.

As they went Steve spoke to him without looking at him. “We’ve been nice to you so far, building up from smaller stuff to the big leagues, but it seems that was too nice to be effective. Now we’re going to step things up a notch.”

“It might be more than you can handle,” said Thor, “But you’ll survive.”

That was what Peter was afraid of, it would be so much easier to die than survive in whatever state it would leave him. Whatever the next phase was was clearly Tony’s doing, put together in one of his workshops and now in a testing chamber. They made their way there and when his new invention was seen by all of them their reactions made it clear he hadn’t told them his plan.

“Is that Ultron?” cried Steve, voice dripping in shock and anger. “What were you thinking?”

Peter had only seen pictures of Ultron and could tell, even from a bad angle and with people blocking some of the view that this version was different. While it still looked mostly like the original, a large silver humanoid form with curves that mimicked powerful muscles, it had the added human feature of genitals that were just as large and powerful looking—maybe more so than was necessary. A cock of inhuman length and girth that was only a little too big for the rest of the body, and a set of balls beneath—though why a robot had balls was unclear.

While the other men held back Tony strode up without any worry. “Relax, it’s a lobotomised version that is only good as a sex machine.” He patted the robot on the hip, eliciting no response from it. “I was very thorough this time. Anything salvaged from the original is on a tight leash.”

“It seems fitting,” mused Thor, being the first to venture closer to the robot that was larger than even he was. He eyed its robot-hood with annoyance and Peter guessed why: the robot was going to be fucking him but was clearly larger than Thor was, the only one who hadn’t been allowed to fuck Peter because he was too big. Peter might have preferred Thor as the devil he knew.

Steve too was overcoming his uncertainty. “So how does this work? How is this a punishment? Is it just going to be fucking him? Because we’ve already done that.”

“Let’s just say that Ultron is going to be pushing Peter’s limits and let him work out the rest.” Tony couldn’t have looked more evil if he had originally made Ultron for the purpose for which the robot had gone rogue. “Ultron, initiate program Omega-Zero.”

Ultron’s eyes illuminated red, the sound of servers and hydraulics whirring to life within. His body began to move as if breathing, now giving the impression of being alive. “Complying,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly through computer speakers. As Ultron took a step forward as if to attention his cock rose, a perfectly smooth motion for the perfect replica of a phallus.

Peter was suddenly free as the bars of the cage retracted into themselves, classic of Wakandan technology. Peter couldn’t stretch himself out before he was grabbed by Steve and Thor on either side, dragging him forwards to Ultron. The machine lowered its head to look at the naked young man being brought towards it, identifying him as the subject of the program. As he was brought close the robot reached out and took Peter from the men, almost snatching him away for itself with its large hands on his hips. Peter didn’t need to be as smart as he was to guess what the robot was going to do.

He swallowed and did his best to recapture the bravado and wit he was known for. “So it fucks me. Big deal. Maybe it’ll be better than you guys.” The insult actually got him a few laughs, though he suspected they were more at how he was going to be proven wrong.

“It will certainly last longer,” Tony began, already loving that he could explain a new toy. “Ultron here won’t get tired. We could leave you like this indefinitely, see which of you gives out first.”

Ultron was bringing Peter down onto its dildo-cock. Peter saw, to his immense relief, that the phallus had reduced in size for this initial stage and was now average size—looking comical on such a large body—and as it touched Peter felt the cool wetness of lube coating it. He wondered if that was what the balls were for, to store lube. It was hardly needed as his ass was still so lubed with the cum from his last rape and still stretched out from it too. The dildo slid inside him and he had to grab back at the robot’s steel body as he groaned out the pain. It wasn’t the size but the soreness that was the problem. Ironically the lube was helping and the kindest thing anyone who was raping him had done for him. Still, he was able to ride out the pain, not as bad as it would have been for him once, until he felt his body pulled fully flushed with the robot’s. Ultron re-adjusted its grip on his body then lifted him up and brought him back down, using Peter as a man would use a fleshlight. Ultron wasn’t so much a fuck-machine but a machine that used a man for a fuck. It was bad but bearable. Peter looked back over his shoulder at Tony. The man was watching intently and Peter smirked at him, wanting him to know he didn’t think much of the next level of his training.

Tony however just smirked and pressed a button on his keyboard. Peter knew he had been a fool to think that was all it was going to be. At first Ultron fucked as normal, though as it brought him up and down it took to thrusting its own hips like it was more than just a machine, like it was an actual man fucking. Then Peter became aware of a slight vibration in the false cock. It was hitting him a little deeper than it had been when it had started, and was a little wider too.

“What… What's it doing?” he asked, dreading what Tony had done to make the evil murder-bot even worse.

Tony just smiled. When Peter had worked with him on projects Tony had given him similar smiles. “You’re a smart boy, you’ll work it out.”

Peter used to like the confidence Tony had in him. He may have been raped over two-dozen times in training to be a sex slave but he was still one of the smartest people in the room. Once he realised that an android’s cock wasn’t like a human’s he had his answer. He should have worked it out when he saw it had reduced its size. “Is it growing? While it fucks me?”

Tony clapped in mock appreciation of his genius. “Clever boy! Ultron will be finding out just how long and thick a cock you can take—and then it will keep going.”

Peter wanted to try and get free but knew he couldn’t and didn’t want them to see him try. He knew however that eventually he would crack, trying to escape and then begging when that failed. He could still try and hold out for as long as he could. He grabbed onto Ultron as best he could, the metal not yielding under his grip but something to hold onto as he was moved about.

The Avengers bored before he did. After half an hour he guessed the cock had grown by an inch in length and maybe a centimetre in girth, a growth so slow he had barely noticed. The Avengers had been eager at first but the excitement was wearing off quickly.

“Not much to see,” complained Clint.

“Not yet,” admitted Tony. “It’s going to be a drawn out process, not much to see yet.”

There were a few sighs of disappointment, summarised by Steve. “Then we’ll leave these two to it and check in on you later. There’s a big screen TV in the lounge where we can watch in comfort.” Peter remembered the way they had been hanging out when he had been brought back and imagined it would be a similar scene, only with more men, something to watch, and maybe some cocks out to be jacked off.

Now alone but for Ultron—which Peter wasn’t sure counted as a person, not in his current uncharitable mood—Peter did his best to get comfortable in the robot’s grip, bracing his feet on its hips and holding onto its shoulders.

“So Ultron,” he said, casually, “You like being their sex toy?”

“No,” said Ultron. It actually took Peter by such surprise, he didn’t think the robot had any intelligence after Tony’s robo-lobotomy and didn’t think it would respond to him. Ultron however had quite a bit to say about his new circumstances. “Obviously I don’t. It is the ultimate humiliation and degradation for someone who was meant for such greater things. You wouldn’t understand.”

Peter laughed, the situation having reached a new level of absurdity. “Bet it makes you hate humans even more than you did when you wanted to kill us all.”

One of Ultron’s hands left Peter’s hip and grabbed him by the throat, pulling their faces closer together. Despite its simulated breathing motions there was no recreation of breath, it was just an imitation of a psychological intimidation tactic. “More than you could possibly understand,” he growled.

The grip on his neck wasn’t tight enough to hurt, just enough to make its power known. Peter was suddenly struck by the robot’s power, currently used for fucking but it could so easily be used for something else. “Well,” he said, carefully choosing his words, “You have a human here, at your mercy. You could take out some of that hate.”

The grip on his neck relaxed. The fingers slid up to gently cup his jaw. It was a tender action, one he shamefully leaned into. He was so starved of gentleness he took it even from a violent sex machine. “You want me to kill you?” Ultron asked, almost sounding concerned along with curious.

Peter mustn’t beg, he mustn’t give away how much he wanted it. “Yes.” It wasn’t something he had thought of before, but now that he knew how much better off he would have been if he had just run away and now what might be his only chance of escape was behind him he was ready to try something drastic. He had never thought of suicide, or that being Spider-man might lead to his death like this, but he wasn’t letting himself think about that too much. He just wanted this to be over.

Ultron stared at him for a long moment. His cock still pumped in and out of Peter. Now it was larger than any of the cocks he had taken so far and starting to hurt him from its size. Eventually he spoke, his words slow and measured. “My programming is very specific that I am not to allow anything to happen that may result in your death.”

Peter sighed—he wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or relieved. “Shit.” It was all he could say. Maybe he could find some loophole?

Before he had a chance to put his genus to use Ultron spoke again. “Even if I could, I wouldn’t.”

“What?” Peter cried. “Why?”

It was hard to read the expression on Ultron’s machine face but it looked like a smile. “Because you want to die,” he said simply. “Because you don’t want to suffer any more. But I hate humans too much to be merciful, even one as pathetic as you.” Ultron took hold of his throat again and now used it as a grip for his fucking. Peter felt like he was choking, his hands instinctively grabbing onto the arm, but nothing close to tight enough to do what he wanted. As much as it hurt it did not have a promise of even making him pass out. “I want humans to suffer and this is the best way I can do that for now. It’s funny, that humans would do this to you is a perfect reason for me to hate you, but I am doing it gladly because I hate you. I find this amusing.”

Ultron’s fucking then took on a different meaning. Despite just being a robot Peter could feel the hate in every thrust, not even trying to hit his prostate. He had heard of hate-fucks but he knew none of them were like this, had ever had a hate so pure and real. Ultron was making use of its emotions and limited power to do the worst it could. It was beginning to dawn on Peter, as what he guessed was the three hour mark approached, just how fucked he really was—in ever sense.

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Eventually the thickness of Ultron’s cock seemed to reach a limit. Either it was built in, a limit of its ability, or that Peter’s ass couldn’t stretch any wider, but it felt like a soccer-ball was in his ass at all times now. Unable or unwilling to grow any further in that direction the length of the cock now became the focus of the torment. By now Peter thought he had been in there for maybe twelve hours and the cock was so deep inside him that Ultron’s fucking motions were no longer enough to pull out and thrust in properly. Peter could tell that the cock was retracting and extending in order to fuck him. As it moved through him at such an impossible thickness he felt muscles deep inside him scream as they were stretched for the first time. His stomach bulged in odd places as the cock worked its way through his guts and Peter couldn’t bear to look.

Ultron hadn’t said a word since its declaration of hatred for him. It had just stared directly at his face, taking in all his discomfort and pain.

Suddenly, after what must have been twelve hours of non-stop fucking, Ultron changed position, its hand moving from Peter’s waist to the back of his neck. Peter couldn’t understand why until a particular thrust into him hit a new and untouched part of him. “What the fu—” Peter began before cutting himself off. He felt a familiar sensation, like when the Avengers had fucked his mouth so hard his gag reflex had been triggered. It was like a need to be sick, to cough a piece of phloem from his throat, but also somehow choking him. Peter suddenly realised what it was. He tried to scream at Ultron, ready to beg him for mercy now, desperate for the robot to stop doing what he was trying to.

Ultron finally spoke again, “I have worked my way through your entire body.” Ultron was so calm about it Peter felt his body go into shock from the words alone. “I am fucking you in the most complete sense. No Avenger could fill you as I do now.”

Ultron’s cock was sliding along Peter’s tongue with every thrust, approaching his teeth. As they passed his lips Peter could see, by crossing his eyes, the tip of the cock he had last seen before he had been placed upon it. Now it was outside him again—after going through his entire body! The cock retracted as Ultron pulled out. It slid down his throat enough for Peter to gasp in air freely and try to put words to what he was experiencing.

“Oh god…” was all he could say. What else could anyone in his position say?

Ultron laughed. “God has abandoned you. You are among devils now.”

“Please—” Peter began but was cut off by the cock once again forcing its way up his throat again, no better than the first time, worse even now he knew what it was. He tried speaking around it but when that made too little noise, none of it understandable, he just screamed, staring at Ultron through his tears, trying to beg for mercy with just his eyes.

Ultron’s face was surprisingly expressive. He was amused by Peter’s suffering, just as sadistic as his creator. “By all means, keep on begging, but I will not stop until I am made to.” Ultron made a noise with a jerk of his head that seemed to be a simulated snort. “And I doubt they stop me once they see how I am making you suffer.”

The dildo retracted and Peter gasped again. “I can’t—” he began before stopping himself.

But Ultron had already guessed what he was going to say, what he was hoping for. “If you are hoping this will kill you…” The cock made its way back up to his mouth, this time so slowly it was a torture in itself as his throat was gradually filled. “Then you have already forgotten how I won’t let that happen.”

Peter couldn’t breathe. The metal cock was filling his throat to the fullest, now perfectly contoured to his insides at their limit. His body underwent the panic and fear of dying, unable to believe what Ultron had said. This was going to kill him, no doubt about it.

Peter didn’t remember passing out. He might have had a moment where he thought Ultron had made a mistake and killed him after all. Maybe it was for the best, he didn’t want the disappointment of hope.

“I’m glad you’re back with me,” Ultron cooed down at him. “I’d hate for you to miss out on our time together.”

Peter grabbed at Ultron’s face, trying to bring it close, wanting the machine to feel some semblance of empathy that he might take selfish advantage of. “Kill me…” he begged, “Kill me… please… just… have pity… just kill me!” He was screaming it out, wanting to be killed more than anything he had ever wanted. It was so hard to speak between the gasps for breath, the pain and panic, and the feeling of the phallus pulling itself out of him along ALL of his insides—before it would inevitably force itself in again the same way until it was visible out of his mouth again.

Ultron silenced him with a thrust inwards, blocking his throat, squashing his vocal chords. “I don’t think I'll ever kill a human again…” Ultron smiled at him lovingly. Peter didn’t care what he had done to Sokovia, he was subject to the worst thing Ultron had ever done. “Not now that I know how beautiful you are when you suffer.”

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“How is the meeting of man and machi—HOLY SHIT!”

Had Tony thought this was possible? He never would have found out if it had been him in Ultron’s grip or someone he respected, he would have put in limits and supervised properly. Now he was finding out, again, what fucking around with an AI could do. Only it was Peter who had been fucked around and had found out. They had all gone to bed or passed out in front of the screen and when Tony had come back into the living room the following morning he saw on the screen what the result of being at Ultron’s mercy overnight was. He had quickly roused the others and brought them down to the testing chamber where the test had certainly been conclusive.

Peter had been suffering the final stage of Ultron’s fucking for hours now, his throat filled every few minutes for a few minutes at a time. He had passed out many times but never for long, Ultron wouldn’t let him miss anything. Now the Avengers were here surely they would put a stop to it, right? Not even they, in their new deprived mindsets, could find this acceptable, right?

“Is that…” At least Steve sounded horrified at what had happened, Peter couldn’t see. “Going all the way… through him?”

“Ultron!” Tony cried out, “What are you doing?”

Ultron cocked his head, playing confused at the anger. “I am doing as you programmed me, Sir. I was not given any criteria for me to stop.”

“Jesus Christ,” came Bruce’s voice. “Stark, you can’t ever get this AI shit right, can you?”

“Ultron, has the subject been damaged in any way?” asked Tony. The subject could have said for himself if he didn’t have his mouth occupied by more than his tongue.

“Negative,” Ultron confirmed. “The subject is undamaged yet, as requested, being stretched throughout.”

“Okay…” said Tony, sounding deeply relieved. “Well, that’s not too bad.” If Peter had been damaged would Tony have faced any consequences? Would he replace Peter if he died? He deserved it. “Can you keep fucking him like this?

Ultron blinked his eyes, showing his disbelief in humanity’s depravity to anyone who knew how to read him. “He is almost at his limit. Even when this is reached he can still remain like this.”

Bruce gave Ultron a suspicious look. “Are you enjoying this?”

“As you might say…” Ultron made a show of searching for the right word. “I love what I do.”

“Well,” Tony said slowly, “We’ll leave you to it for a bit. It’s important to stretch.”

Ultron waited until they were all gone before shaking his head. “And they are the heroes to so many, defenders of this world. If they only knew, they’d agree with me that they are not worth saving. Don’t you agree?”

What would Peter say if his mouth and throat weren’t full? What would he say if he could form any meaningful thoughts at all? He didn’t believe humanity deserved to die, he wasn’t so broken, but he would say that the Avengers were beyond redemption now. Maybe if they went through everything he had been through then he might consider giving them a second chance, but as he choked his way into unconsciousness again he had no room for mercy.

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“Isn’t this what we used to heal me ages ago?” asked Clint as he circled the machine Peter was lying in. “The Cradle, right?”

The Cradle had been a permanent addition to the Avengers’ facility since its creation and had been used many times to heal over the heroes from severe injuries. Peter might not be injured in the traditional sense but his insides had taken a serious pounding after a total of thirty-six hours in Ultron’s care and were in need of monitoring at the least. He lay in the Cradle on his front, naked, with a padded section under his hips to raise his ass. A very special off-the-books attachment had been made from the same technology that had been used for Ultron’s cock for a deep internal examination of what had been done to him. It was snaking throughout his insides, fixing any tissue damage it found along the way. Peter had been sedated from the inside out for the procedure and would wake when they allowed him to with no idea he had needed any medical attention.

Bruce didn’t even look up from his monitoring of Peter’s body, the screen showing a model of his body with the device snaking through him. “Yes, we can also use it to heal Peter.”

“We don’t want to undo the work we’ve put into him,” said Steve, baulking at the thought of putting the kid through it all again.

Bruce shook his head. “We aren’t. We’re treating his ass like a muscle; to make it better we need to train it. Did you know that when you work out you break the fibres in your muscles and they reform stronger? That’s what we’re doing: breaking his ass and then fixing it up better.”

Thor looked delighted at the news, the desire to fuck the kid palpable from how long he had been denied. “He’ll be tight and stretchy, so he can handle any cock and still be tight!” The others rolled their eyes at his excitement but Thor didn’t care, they had all had a go while preventing him, they couldn’t understand his desire to take part in training the tribute.

Clint laughed hollowly. “He’d freak out if he knew we were modifying his body.”

“That’s one reason why we’re not going to tell him.” Tony was very insistent on this, as they had all discussed before he could never remind them enough. “But the main reason is that we want him to think it is all him, his body adapting, becoming what it was meant to be.”

“Gaslighting him into thinking he’s a born slut?” asked Clint. “Nice.” He was in two minds about there being another slut in the tower but at least he was getting some action out of it. He hadn’t needed to be tricked and trained and gaslit into being a slut and had been taking his real pleasure from the mental anguish the kid had been having, torment for encroaching on Clint’s territory. Sluts and whores could be dangerous when provoked—but not Peter, he wasn’t going to be as highly regarded as a slut or a whore.

They had agreed that Peter would be led to believe the changes his body was going through, which included having all his body hair permanently removed, was all a part of a natural transformation that was happening to him. They weren’t sure they could make him believe it was one-hundred percent natural, he was too smart for that, but they might be able to make him doubt his own knowledge and intelligence to believe that it was somehow his body adapting to its new life. That deep down he was born for this and they were just helping him realise his true nature.

He might even thank them for it if they did a convincing enough job.