Chapter 3
It had been five nights with Stark. He made Stephen perform acts he never imagined and handed him a check after each encounter. Stephen was exhausted from these degrading experiences. He lay on his bed, drained, when Christine approached him.
"Steph, why haven’t you been picking up Nic’s calls? He’s been calling me every day," Christine said.
"What would I even tell him, Christine? That I’ve started prostituting myself for money?" Stephen asked, his voice filled with bitterness.
"Stephen, you should talk to him. You don’t have to say anything about Stark. But he’s going to be worried if you keep ignoring him," Christine urged.
"What should I say to him?" Stephen asked hopelessly.
"Just tell him you’ve been studying for exams. Here, call him," Christine said, handing him the phone.
Stephen hesitated but eventually dialed his boyfriend.
"Hello, Nic?" Stephen said in a small voice.
"Hey, are you okay? You sound off," Nic’s concerned voice came from the other side.
"No, I’m alright," Stephen replied, trying to sound normal.
"Okay. I’m back from Florida. Can we meet this evening? I miss you so much," Nic said.
"Yes, sure," Stephen said softly.
"Alright, I’ll see you at the Sanctum, then?" Nic asked.
"Yes, I’ll be there," Stephen confirmed.
"Okay, love you. See you soon," Nic said before hanging up.
"What did he say?" Christine asked.
"He wants to meet this evening," Stephen said quietly.
"You should go," Christine encouraged.
"But Stark has demanded I come to him tonight. I’m scared, Christine. His men are watching me. What if he finds out about Nic and does something to him?" Stephen's voice trembled.
"Steph, don’t you read the news? Stark never sticks to one person for long. He’ll get bored of you soon and move on to someone else. Just play along for a few more days. At least you’re being paid well," Christine said, sounding pragmatic.
"He’s raping me, Christine," Stephen sobbed, unable to hold back his tears.
"I’m sorry... but what can we do? There’s nothing we can do, right?" Christine said, her voice laced with helplessness.
Christine was right. There was nothing Stephen could do. The only thing left was to accept his fate.
That evening, Stephen went to meet Nic at the café. When he arrived, Nic was already waiting for him.
"Hey, baby, you look exhausted. Have you been studying all night?" Nic asked, cupping Stephen’s face with concern.
"Uh... yes," Stephen replied, unsure of himself.
"I missed you so much," Nic said, leaning in for a kiss.
But Stephen flinched. The memory of Stark’s rough, filthy kisses came flooding back, and he recoiled instinctively.
"Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?" Nic asked, noticing Stephen’s discomfort.
"Yes, I’m just... tired," Stephen lied.
"Alright. Tell me about your week," Nic said, sitting down beside him on the bench, their bodies close.
"Nothing really happened," Stephen said flatly.
"Is that so? Don’t you want to hear about my trip to Florida?" Nic asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Stephen nodded but wasn’t really listening. As Nic spoke, his arm draped over Stephen’s shoulder, his other hand resting on Stephen’s thigh. Slowly, it began to inch upward, and panic rose inside Stephen. Without thinking, he pushed Nic’s hand away.
"Steph, what’s wrong?" Nic asked, his voice full of concern.
"Nic, I should go. I’m not feeling well, and I need to study," Stephen said, trying to escape the situation.
"Okay... call me when you're free," Nic said, clearly confused by Stephen's odd behavior.
When Stephen returned to his room, Stark’s men were already waiting for him. He silently went with them to the tower.
As always, Stark was sitting in his armchair, watching him.
Stephen removed his shirt and pants and kneeled before Stark, as he'd been trained to do.
"Nope, get up. I think you're ready for something different tonight," Stark said with a twisted smile.
Stephen stood there, confused.
"Come," Stark commanded, tapping his thigh.
Reluctantly, Stephen walked over and sat on Stark’s lap, bracing himself for whatever came next.
"Your pretty mouth is good at taking my cock. Now I want to know, how good is your hole to take me" Stark said.
His hands were groping Stephen's ass. His hand slowly went inside Stephen's boxers. He started playing with his hole.
"Ahh" Stephen moaned.
"You're already wet for daddy, baby boy" Stark said chuckling.
He continued teasing Stephen's hole by gently massaging it.
Stephen moaned again.
"What do you want, slut?" Tony asked smirking.
"Please" Stephen moaned overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Use your words, bitch" Stark said.
"Please stop teasing me" Stephen said moaning more.
"And?" Stark asked rubbing fastly.
"I want more." Stephen said
He doesn't want it. But Stark's teasing was doing things to his body.
"You want daddy's cock? Of course you will get baby boy." Stark said.
He pulled out his cock.
"Sit on me" Stark said
Stephen sat on Stark's cock slowly. The pain of stretching out made his eyes teary. He isn't enjoying any of this. But he has no way.
Stephen continued his action.
"Oh, you're too good baby boy. You're taking daddy's cock very well." Stark said growling.
Stephen doesn't why his body is enjoying this, but he can't help it. He ended up with the best orgasm he had, while Stark's load entered him.
Stephen leaned to Stark's shoulder, while Stark bit his neck.
"You did great" Stark said with that sinister smile.
"I think, I have so many things to explore on you" He said.
Stephen stood up and dressed quickly.
"Uh, I need a week off from this," he said nervously.
"Why?" Stark asked, his expression unreadable.
"My exams are starting tomorrow and will go on until next week. Can I get a break?" Stephen explained.
"No," Stark replied bluntly.
"Why not? I’m doing all this for my studies. You also said this is for my education," Stephen insisted.
"I never said that. I need you until I find a better cock-slut than you," Stark said coldly.
Anger and sadness surged through Stephen, and tears began to fall from his eyes.
"Do you really think this will change my mind?" Stark asked, darkly chuckling.
"No, I know you’re a filthy monster who doesn’t care about anyone," Stephen said defiantly.
Stark stared at Stephen for a long moment. Stephen braced himself for a slap or a kick from the mob boss for speaking out of turn, but Stark did nothing.
"Fine, take your one-week break. But you won’t get paid for these days," Stark said, his voice firm.
Stephen was surprised. Stark had agreed so quickly.
"Thanks," he said in a small voice before leaving the room.
Tony was still sitting in the armchair after Stephen left when Steve entered the room.
"Miss Potts is here to see you," he announced.
"Let her in," Tony replied.
Pepper entered the room and said,
"Tony, we have to leave for Paris tomorrow for the business meeting."
"Yes, I know. I’m all set to go," Tony said.
"Is Stephen coming with us?" Pepper asked.
"No, he has exams," Tony answered.
"You gave him a break for his exams? Or are you just bored of him?" Pepper asked, surprised.
"I... I’m not bored. But I think I can explore omegas in Paris," Tony said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Umm, alright," Pepper said before leaving the room.
Tony leaned back in his chair, contemplating. It would be a week without Stephen. Tony had slept with many omegas before, but this one felt different. Stephen was inexperienced, but something about him was undeniably enticing. Maybe the feeling would pass after a few days, like it always did, Tony thought.
Stephen reached home, utterly exhausted. He saw many missed calls from his boyfriend and felt guilty, as if he were cheating on him with Stark. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to Nic. But he felt relieved that he didn’t have to see Stark for a week. Finally, he could focus on his studies.
Stephen tried to get some sleep, but the images of Stark touching him and devouring him flooded his mind.
Damn it! Why was his body reacting like this when he thought about that monster? It shouldn’t be like this. He hated Stark. Stark had completely ruined his life, and he felt there was no way back.