Peter stumbled as he was led through the hallway, barely managing to stay on his feet. Whatever they’d given him was still wreaking havoc on his mind, blurring the edges of his vision and leaving his head fuzzy. He could make out the neon lights that lit up the floor, as well as feel the cool metal on his bare feet. There was something on his neck, warm and humming, a matching set to the ones around his limbs.
He winced as the light of a new room stabbed his eyes, and fell forward to his knees when something tugged hard at his collar. Colors came first, bleeding back into the world and letting him piece back together where he was as the memories followed.
They’d lost. People were gone, with no hope of coming back. There’d been a big pulse of energy, and then it was black. He’d faded in and out, catching glimpses of what looked to be a cell, and muttering in a language he couldn’t understand.
Now though the scene in front of him was quite clear. It was some sort of grand stage, with jeering faces staring back from the large crowd. In the center looked to be an empty throne, surrounded by odd contraptions whose purpose he could only guess at.
Something connected with his back, throwing him forward and forcing him to his knees. The spotlights were blinding, heating up his skin with their harsh beams. Covering his eyes wasn’t an option, as the cuffs pulled his arms up and above his head. He was up in the air before he had time to really process it, spread wide as some of the alien creatures from the crowd looked on.
His heart sank as a loud thumping sounded out from behind him, measured, heavy footsteps from something much larger than he was. The crowd began to cheer as it got closer, the figure coming into view in his peripherals.
Thanos, stepping into the light with his hand raised in a triumphant fist. The creatures were nearly throwing themselves at the stage, seemingly desperate to get a better look. The gold of the infinity gauntlet shone in the bright light, each of the gems glittering as Thanos gave the crowd a good, long look at them. A chill ran down Peter’s spine as he watched, barely able to muster the energy to tug weakly at his bindings.
Was he supposed to be an example? Out of everyone he couldn’t understand why he’d been picked, but he also knew it didn’t matter. Thanos turned back to him, face twisted in an awful smile. The creatures seemingly went mad as he stepped closer, crawling over each other to get a better look. Peter couldn’t focus on much, but the air of desire pouring off of Thanos was impossible to miss.
Frantically he tried to pull back, but the chains held him tightly in place. He recoiled as a massive hand reached out for him, fingers winding into his suit. With a quick jerk they were gone, discarded onto the floor in a mess of shredded material. There was no way for him to cover himself back up, leaving him perfectly on display.
Screens lit up across the room, giving him a lovely view of his own body and the look of horror on his face. Thanos stepped in, so close Peter could feel his breath on his cheeks.
“They’re going to enjoy this,” he said, the corners of his mouth curling up. “So will I.”
Slowly he walked behind Peter, the sound of his boots scuffing the floor was torturously slow. Peter tried to look behind him, desperate to see what the hell was going on, but his collar kept his eyes forward. Something clicked behind him, as well as a low chuckle from Thanos wormed its way into his ears. It was an awful sound, low and throaty with an air of smugness.
What felt like a finger ran down his spine, tracing each of the bones with great care. Peter recoiled at the touch, but there was little he could do to save himself from it. When it reached the swell of his ass, he really began to panic.
“H-hey!” he shouted, tugging frantically at his bindings. “What the h-”
A near blinding pain shot through his body as something small was roughly shoved inside him. It tore the breath from him, his body seizing as his skin felt like it was on fire. Screaming was all he was capable of doing as the pain steadily increased, not breaking for even a moment. His throat quickly burned from overuse, but still he kept howling in agony. With each cry the crowd went even more mad, howling back in a mocking fashion.
It was indescribable, the way it shredded him. It was like every atom of his being was being torn apart and lit ablaze, like a wound being packed with salt or knives shearing the layers of skin from his body. It would have been less painful if Thanos had simply skinned him, exposing his muscles to the air and leaving him entirely bare and on display. If he’d been anyone else, he knew the pain would have driven him to insanity. Needles going under his fingernails would have been preferable, or having them ripped off with pliers. That would have at least been torture made for humans, not this otherworldly, maddening agony that threatened to break him.
There was no time to recover before he felt a different burning sensation in his ass, something sharp with hard edges. It took a moment to register before he realized what it was. Fingers, covered in metal, being forced inside him. He could feel his body protesting the intrusion, seizing up as the fingers pushed the stone further up inside. It seemed to settle near his intestines, feeling like it was burning a hole through his torso. He wanted so badly for someone to simply cut it out, as a hand reaching into his abdomen surely would have been less painful. They scissored apart, stretching out his hole further than should have been possible. The metal bit into his skin as Thanos worked his way deeper, slipping in another finger in quick succession.
“Please,” Peter sobbed, “I can’t take anymore, please, just stop!”
“Shh,” Thanos soothed, “You can ask all you want, but it won’t get you anywhere. I don’t mind you, the begging looks good for the cameras.”
Peter’s body began to shake, the terror really beginning to set in. There was nothing he could do to stop what was happening, and pleading wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He was going to be there until Thanos decided to end it, no matter how long that would take. His body was no longer his own. It was a toy for the entertainment of the masses, who loved watching his eyes roll back as the gauntlet’s stones rubbed inside of him. They hummed with some sort of energy, something electric that made all his muscles contract, squeezing the fingers tighter. Thanos was chuckling to himself, inching his massive digits inside down to their bases. They curled inside, a taunting gesture that made his legs shake.
Suddenly they stopped, pulling out of him quickly before he could really register what was happening. The stone came out with it, however the pain still echoed through his body, making the break short lived. While the direct agony was gone, he trembled against the cuffs and felt the tears streaming down his face. He was a mess, nose running and his face was puffy from crying. A part of him wanted to remain dignified, but that was too far gone for him.
A sound from behind him snapped him back to reality. The shuffling of feet, mixed with the rustling of what sounded like clothes. He still couldn’t look behind him, but he could look down and see the discarded clothes sitting atop the remains of his costume. Large, muscular hands gripped his torso from behind and pulled him closer to the throne, roughly jerking him back and down. Something pressed against his ass, something large and unfamiliar. It clicked then what it was, and what he was about to go through.
“No!” he cried, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, no, please, fuck no!”
Thanos didn’t allow him the mercy of a pause before he shoved him down, forcing the entire length of his cock into him all at once. Even with the gaping wreck that the glove had left behind, it wasn’t enough to prepare him for the whole thing. The feeling of his guts moving to accommodate Thanos’ cock was sickening, but there was something warm about the feeling. Each thrust extended the skin near to the breaking point, but seeing it made his heart flutter.
The only explanation could have been the stones, glowing softly on the knuckles of the gauntlet. He must have been using them to somehow dull the pain and replace it with something even more disgusting. The pain was still present, but it served more as a way to intensify the pleasure rather than distract himself from it. Why Thanos wanted him to feel so good was beyond him. If humiliation was his goal, he was succeeding by leagues.
“That’s better,” Thanos said, his voice a deep rumble, “Now this is what your kind is good for.”
This should have been something absolutely nightmarish, and yet his toes were curling as he bounced on Thanos’ cock. If he listened, in between every one of Thanos’ grunts or quiet cursing, there were his own mewling cries. It was more shocking than the scenario he was in, the feeling of shame beginning to creep in.
There was no telling who would be on the other sides of the screen. Thanos had mentioned others, but if it was a sea of indifferent creatures or those who knew him, there was no telling which it was. If any of his family or friends, then he knew he could never face them. If by some miracle he made it out of there alive, there was no hope of pretending like everything could be okay again. He was supposed to be a hero, someone who protected others and saved the day in the end. Now though, he was in desperate need of someone else to come save him. He felt his age, denial starting to set in. If he closed his eyes he’d be back at school, listening to the kids chattering during classes and ignoring their teachers. He’d be able to go home, to see familiar faces instead of the freakshow crowd. There was no way of knowing if any of those people were even alive, or if they’d blame him for failing them. There was no way he could call himself a hero anymore, not when he’d let them all down.
The stones were wreaking havoc on his nerves, every one of them lighting up as Thanos continued his assault. There was a heat in his belly, spreading towards his cock with great speed. Despite his thoughts, his body was acting completely on its own. He was squeezing on Thanos’ cock like he had with his fingers, tightening himself around the massive shaft. Every vein on the cock was raised, giving it an almost ribbed texture that rubbed in an uncomfortably pleasurable way. Whatever magic made the stones work wasn’t kind to him, as the pleasure from the assault was making him dizzy. He didn’t want to come, the idea of getting off on something so horrible made him sick, but his mind didn’t have a say any longer. Thanos gripped his skull with his free hand and turned him towards the screens, his eyes unable to close and forcing him to take in the picture.
His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, eyes upturned and mouth open as he moaned. His expression was almost cartoonish, so ridiculous it would have made him laugh in any other circumstance. He watched as his face kept twisting up, listened to his breathing quicken as he felt a disgusting climax start to rise up. There was no getting away from it, nowhere he could curl up and hide in to avoid how terrible it all was. It kept building, pushing him forward with each painful thrust. The damage to his ass wasn’t completely dulled, but at least some of the blood was making it easier. He knew the gauntlet was responsible for stretching his body in such a way, but whether or not he was grateful for it was another thing. It meant he wasn’t going to die from the damage, but already he felt close to it.
The moan that tore free of his throat was ungodly, wanton, and rose in pitch as he came. He sounded like a whore, like he wanted every bit of the scenario he found himself in. In all his nightmares he could never have dreamed up something like where he was, ashamed but unable to show it. He was incapable of showing anything but pleasure, his lips curled up in a horrendous mockery of a smile.
“That’s it, toy,” Thanos grunted, “Keep going. Show them how much you like this.”
Peter prepared himself for the worst as Thanos’ thrusts grew more aggressive, slamming into him so hard he could feel bruises already beginning to form around his waist. He could feel his cock knocking into his ribs, somehow pushing even further into his torso. It made it hard to breathe, the shaft taking up most of the room. The lack of air made him dizzy, the room beginning to swirl around him.
He could feel Thanos’ cock twitch as he came, pulsing aggressively in a way that made his whole body shake. Thanos kept pushing inside him, fucking the cum deeper inside of him with every stroke. It gushed out between his legs, coming in waves that poured from his hole. He could feel it spurting through his guts, waves of it surging through him. It was a bitter taste on his tongue as he choked on it, coughing as it crept its way up his throat and out of his mouth. The hand around his stomach tightened as Thanos gripped his own length tightly, jerking himself off through Peter’s belly.
Cum poured from his nose and dripped onto his belly, which swelled as it was filled. His stomach distended, moving to accommodate the massive load inside of him. It was seemingly endless, more and more of it running from his mouth and onto the ground in a growing puddle. Every bit of him was soaked with it, leaking from every orifice that he had and sticking to his skin.
Right on the edge of fainting, Thanos pulled out, letting Peter try to clear his airway of the cum. He gasped for air as his body shuddered, the sudden emptiness bringing with it a wave of bliss. The blinking lights of his cuffs died, his arms falling limply to his sides. Thanos was still holding him like a doll, and flipped him over so he could get a good look at him.
“You’ve served me for now,” he said, still trying to regain his breath. “Now though, I can’t be the only one having fun.”
The crack of Peter’s head against the ground rang out, sending stars across his vision as he was carelessly discarded. He couldn’t really process what was happening, only that he was no longer airborne and was now on a cold, hard tile floor. Weakly he raised his head, neck aching from being held in place for so long. Thanos’ figure was quickly being blocked out by the horde of the audience piling in around their new toy.
They were doglike in appearance, multi-limbed with curled fingers and twisted faces. Teeth longer than his head burst from their mouths, gnashing wildly in what he could only guess was excitement. There was no strength left in his body to fight back as clawed hands seized his limbs, roughly flipping him over and pulling him taut. He wondered for a moment if his brutalized body would at least grant him the kindness of passing out, but deeper down he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Whatever force had allowed this to happen clearly didn’t care about him, so it was a waste of precious energy to even dream of it.
Once he got a look at what they were bringing though, fear gripped him once again. Between their legs were massive, ribbed, slithering tentacles that twitched with excitement. They crushed one another to get to him first, burying claws into each other's chests if it meant they could get closer.
Soon they took their places. The first gripped him by the hair and yanked his head up, angling his head properly so it could slide down past his lips. The fighter in him tried to bite down, screaming at him that he wasn’t completely dead yet. It just chortled at him, teeth sliding off of the rubbery flesh without making so much as a dent.
The taste was foul, unpleasantly warm and covered in some sort of slimy fluid that eased its passage into his throat. The creatures didn’t need to open him up any further considering all the damage that Thanos had already done. He was vaguely aware of the blood dripping down his legs, something else that goaded the creatures on. One lapped at the blood while another lined itself up behind him. Easily it slid inside, the twitching shaft worming its way into his guts.
The infinity stones were still affecting him as he was still hyper aware of every sensation when his body should have gone into shock long ago. Another creature shouldered its way up to him, throwing aside its kin in its eagerness. Peter’s face was fixed onto the crotch of the one at his head, but his body was on fire. The second cock began to fill him from behind, twisting its way around the first and pulsing deep inside him. He swore he could feel it in his belly again, meeting the one that had forced its way into his throat. It felt like they were jerking each other off, using his body as nothing more than a sleeve. Each of their thrusts just pushed the other into him harder, leaving no space for any kind of relief.
Whether the stones had reached a limit or Thanos had gotten bored, he couldn’t tell. What he did know was that the cock in his throat had reached its end, making him retch as it forced his throat to expand. His body seized as he tried to cough around the appendage, only irritating his gag reflex even further. Bile soon began to rise in his throat, squeezing its way past it and out the sides of his mouth. It sprayed the creature, but it seemed completely unphased. Each thrust emptied his stomach more, leaving room for the creature's fluids. It came directly into his stomach, the hot, sticky cum rising up out of his throat as it was overfilled and still suffocated him. The taste was different to Thanos’, thicker and more metallic as well. It bubbled up from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin in rivulets.
He gasped as it pulled out, spitting out cum and whatever else his stomach could muster. Each thrust of the creatures behind him knocked the air from him as they continued to stretch him apart, their claws biting into the skin of his ass and leaving deep scratches into his flesh. All he could do was clench his fists and try to ride the waves of pain that came with every movement, and do his best to drown out his own cries. Whether they were sheer pain or the disgusting whimpers of pleasure from the stones, he no longer cared. He was too far gone for that, body pushed further than he’d have ever thought possible. The wet slapping of their flesh against his joined the awful cacophony, and the horrific moans as they both came followed suit.
Suddenly a sound sliced through the air, freezing the creatures in place. A snap, precise, that froze everything in the room. The crowd parted, and the familiar heavy footfalls from Thanos cut through the haze in his mind. The creatures darted away from him, their cum gushing from his holes as he cowered. There was nowhere to hide though, not when he could still see himself projected onto the screens in the corner of his eyes.
Thanos knelt down in front of him, twisting his hair between his fingers and pulling him up. Peter couldn’t even close his mouth, his tongue lolling out as spit dripped out onto the ground. His face was covered in filth, but Thanos didn’t seem to care. He turned Peter’s face towards the camera, making sure they got a good, long look at the mess he’d become.
He could see how much his ass had gaped open, letting the viewers see clearly inside of it. His body was mottled with bruises and deep gashes, blood trickling down the backs of his legs, mixing with the cum on the floor.
“See?” Thanos asked, squishing his cheeks. “Look how pretty you are now. They all know you liked it, so there’s no point trying to hide it anymore.”
Peter’s eye fluttered close as Thanos’ breath tickled his face, the hot air running a chill through his body. He could barely understand the words, but he caught enough of them to bring out a low, pitiful moan from his lips.
“Don’t worry though, we’re just getting started.”