Chapter 2
Looking down at the clearly frightened kid in front of me, I already knew that I was in trouble. The way he stared up at me through his thick eyelashes had all the blood racing to my dick and a familiar thrum over my skin.
When I had started to help Natasha with Clint, I learned how much I loved to have complete control over others. Zemo would tell some of his more affluent clients about my success with the stubborn boy, and the jobs I got scratched the itch. The only downside was that I only got the ones nobody else could handle. I had never had access to somebody as naturally submissive as Peter seemed to be, and the desire to ruin him was intense.
“Do you understand what’s happening?” I ask, folding my arms over my chest to stop myself from pouncing on the boy right then.
His lip quivers and his brow furrows, as he slightly nods. I can’t help but let out a low growl not liking to repeat myself.
“Sorry Sir,” He whimpers immediately. “I think so.”
“You think?”
His breath stutters and I can practically feel the fear radiating from him. There was a weird urge to comfort him, which was definitely new.
“I don’t know.” He finally splutters, face beat red.
I can tell he’s lying. That he knows exactly what I want, but either doesn’t know how to express it or is too embarrassed too. I decide to let it go, knowing the kid is completely overwhelmed.
“For tonight, all you need to do is listen. We will work on training you later.” I tell him, “Just know that the more you fight me, the rougher I will be.”
He just stares at me, shaking on his knees, as I slowly remove my clothes. His eyes lock on my arm the second my jacket is off. The silver prosthetic was something I was still getting used to. Steve’s boss Tony had made it for me after I had introduced him to Zemo. Him and his wife had two little pets of their own, and although I had no idea how they had gotten them, Zemo was able to introduce the Starks to like-minded individuals. It was the main reason I wasn’t completely panicking over Steve. We didn’t talk about it a lot, but I knew my boyfriend was well aware of Stark’s twins, and I didn’t hide what I did in my barn.
I flexed the arm, intrigued by the new look on Peter’s face. I can’t quite place what is going on in the kid's head, but it’s not the typical emotions I see when people realize I’m missing an arm. The look I get when I take off my jeans and he takes in the bulge in my boxers is one I know well. Terror. I was by no means small, but by his expression, it was clear he had at least never seen a naked man before. The idea of taking this boy's innocence frayed my last ounce of control.
I grab his arm and drag him to his feet, taking a second to debate just throwing him over the coach and using him like a toy. The more logical part of my brain tells me that if I want to have the perfect plaything, his first time shouldn’t be too traumatizing. I pull him up the stairs, making sure to keep a pace that the kid can keep up with. When we get to the loft I push him towards the bed, taking off my shirt as he obediently climbs onto the mattress. He looks adorable in the too big t-shirt and the shorts he’s wearing, but the sight of my property in another man's clothes has me reaching forward before I can think logically. Tearing the material off him, he yelps and whimpers until he is a shaking ball on my sheets. The vision is one that fantasies are made of and I reach forward, rolling him over and running my hands over his pristine skin. He slams his eyes closed as I run my fingers over his flat chest, down his soft hips and between his thighs. Tears escape as I run two fingers over his covered slit, smirking at the little moan he lets escape. Gently running my hands back up his hips and cupping his ass I pull him towards me. He squeaks in surprise but doesn't pull away as I lean over him.
“You’re irresistible,” I growl in his ear, letting my tongue slip out to catch a salty tear that runs down his face. “Be a good boy and get on your hands and knees.”
He whimpers again but obediently does as he’s told. I climb behind him, softly pushing his legs further apart and stroking the beautiful cunt that is now in my face. He whimpers as I move my thumb in a circular motion over the sensitive area, pushing until he is breathlessly panting, and mindlessly thrusting into my hand.
“Oh, you’re a little slut.” I tease, before burying my face into the area and having my first taste of my new toy.
I moan he is addictingly sweet, and I knew there would be spending a lot of time between these legs. Without thinking I flipped the kid onto his back and buried my face into the bare cunt. Even if this boy became the bane of my existence, this cunt alone was worth it. The warm passage wasted no time in getting completely soaked for me as I let my tongue explore. Leaning back, I find the clit and tease it with my thumb, looking up at my new prize just as he threw his head back and once again cried out.
“You’re a greedy little thing.” I pant, “You’re so wet I won’t even need lube.” He lets out a strangled moan, thrusting his hips into my hand. “You're so sensitive. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.”
I make a mental note that I need to order some proper toys. My imagination is running wild as I tease the little slut until his thighs are soaked and I can’t ignore the strain of my dick anymore. Getting on my knees I push his thighs further apart, pull my boxers down and guide the head of my cock to the tight hole. The warmth is instant as I thrust the tip in and out, teasing him as long as possible before my body takes over and I slam my hips against him. My new toy lets out a scream as I am suddenly sheathed in his tight cunt. I moan loudly at the feeling, thankful that I have no neighbors as I roll my hips and let my dick get acquainted with its new home. How the hell I’m ever to get anything done is beyond me as I just relish in the feeling.
Leaning over I cover his mouth with mine as I slowly pull out, shoving my tongue down his throat and roughly start claiming him from both ends. I start thrusting my hips, fucking the boy into the mattress as he sobs and writhes under me. I relish the feeling of him squirming unable to go anywhere with my dick lodged so deeply inside of him. My mind is completely blissed out. This was by far the best decision I had ever made.
I lose control as I chase my release, feeling pent up as I kiss and suck the boy's neck as my hips slam into his. I had never had sex that felt this good in my life. Wrapping my arms around his hips I pull him to me, needing as much of our bodies touching as possible. Every drop of sweat between us, binding us together until the pressure became too much and I buried myself as deep in the cunt as possible before releasing my load.
I panted and moaned, as the tunnel surrounding my dick milked me dry. “Get used to that feeling Petey,” I muttered, “That is the first of many.”
He was crying. I hadn’t really noticed before but it made sense. I leaned down licking up his tears as I carefully slid myself out. Leaning back I watched in amazement as cum dripped out of the ruined passage.
Panting I slid two fingers into the hole, letting my thumb run over the little nub, making the boy's back arch. He screamed out, twisting trying to get out of my grip, but I used my other hand to hold him down as I continued my assault. Eventually, his hips shook, then froze and the kid let out a porn star-level moan before squirting all over my hand. Pulling the hand to my mouth, I sucked the sweet juices as I watch the kid panting on the bed, observing pleasantly as he never once tried to leave. I wondered if Zemo had given him something to make him more pliant or if he was naturally this receptive. Sure the kid was worn out, but he hadn’t even attempted to get off the bed or push me away.
I laid down next to the boy, pulling his pliant form into mine and covering us with the duvet as I cocooned him in my embrace. “You should thank someone when they give you an orgasm like that,” I tell him, kissing his curls.
“Thank you, Sir.” He replies instantly, making my dick twitch.
This boy was definitely going to be dangerous.