Chapter 4
“Tony…”
Nothing… nothing came yet…
“Tony…!”
What could’ve happened? It’s been three days since the message…
“Tony!”
The man twitched and looked at his colleague, who was standing in front of him, at the desk… in his office. Pepper’s face was not only confused, it seemed a little worried.
“What is up, Tony? You’re weird. Weirder than you usually are.”
Tony’s face was the perfect personification of I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about. He slipped his Starkphone in his pocket and stood up.
“Nothing, nothing at all. Why do you ask?”
The woman just sighed and gave the CEO a huge pile of important-looking documents. Tony was horrified. This is all the shitty contracts, Pepper was talking about a few days ago?
“I swear I read them all…” he started, but one strict look from the director was enough for him to zip it.
Pepper had this secret ability to judge Tony’s every sentence. Whenever Tony lied, Pepper saw right through him, and even though she did not negotiate anything, when it came to business, she was undefeatable. A true boss. No, a leader. That was sure. She knew what she wanted, and was not afraid to set a good example for the co-workers. That’s one thing Tony loved about her. And that she was reliable. A true friend.
“I already asked the companies, to delay the meetings, but this was the last time” she said, looking Tony right in the eyes. “This is serious, Tony. I don’t care, what you spend your free time with, but if it affects your work, we have a problem.”
Tony sighed, and stepped closer to Pepper.
“I’m sorry. I know I’m not the best at this office work. I’ll try to do my best.”
The apology softened Pepper a bit, but the stern gaze lingered on the man. She put one hand on Tony’s shoulder in affirmation.
“Tony, you know…” she started, looking for the right words. “If you are struggling with anything, you can talk to me, okay? We may not be compatible as a couple, but we are a team. We always will be. You know this, right?”
Tony smiled at her. He won’t tell her yet. Too soon. Maybe sometime later, but not now. He just nodded and sat down at his table, starting to skim through the pile of contracts.
Pepper looked at him a bit worriedly, but she walked out of the office. Tony was a grown man. However childish he was sometimes, he was an adult, he could manage his things.
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That night, when Tony finally finished with his office work, fighting himself through all the documents, and got home, he ordered his A.I. to start up his computer and open the usual page. While he was showering, his mind drifted off to his sweet, little SpideyBoy. He was more than impatient, when he thought about the boy’s agreement on his little idea.
It was merely a suggestion at first, when he sent the teasing message, he would never have thought, that the boy would give an approval as an answer. Agreeing on private photos… of the boy… in lace panties…
Tony could not help but let a guttural moan slip past his lips as he stroke himself a few times.
Droplets of water trickled down his chest and stomach, and the mental image of the young boy’s slim fingers doing the same for him amplified his pleasure. The boy in his mind was sweet and obedient, asking for Tony’s permission to touch him, to kiss him, to lick him. He kneeled between Tony’s legs, eyes glistening and looking at the older man like he was a God. Like he wanted nothing more than worship Tony’s body with everything he had. He opened up his rosy lips, sticking his tongue out a bit, waiting for Tony to use him… And Tony was oh so generous; he gave the boy exactly what he wanted. The warmth of the boy’s mouth was unbelievable, and even though he was not experienced, his enthusiasm was more than perfect. Tony wanted to use the boy’s mouth, to slide down that tight heat and spill inside the boy’s throat, just to be able to pull up the boy afterwards and repay the favor he did for him. The boy would be so perfect in his arms, hot, pink and sweet, just like a dessert for Tony to devour.
A violent, electronic sound disturbed his delicious fantasies, just before Tony could indulge the boy in his mind. He got out of the shower and walked to his central computer in his full naked glory, half-hard. He pressed a button and saw a notification from the page. Unread message. His heart almost skipped a beat, when he saw, it was from SpideyBoy.
A few minutes later, he was sitting in his bedroom, laptop open with the message.
Dear IronDaddy,
I wasn’t sure about what you’d like. What color, what style… So I went with the flow, and choose the ones I liked the best. I hope they are a decent Thank You Gift.
Love,
SpideyBoy
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Tony was torn between wanting to see the photos, and afraid to see them. He was sure, the boy had an amazing taste, but the promise of him being reduced to a drooling, perverted, old geezer was a very unattractive idea… but these were photos created exclusively for him...
He clicked on the icons one by one, opening them in new tabs.
The first one… it was exquisite. It was clearly taken in the very same room, the boy usually used, but the setup was a bit different, the camera was moved further from the bed and a little bit higher, allowing the audience to “look down” onto the bed, where the boy kneeled showing his backside to the camera. Kneeled… in a pair of black lace panties, which hugged those perky globes of buttcheeks so perfectly, Tony had to take a few deep breaths to be able to control himself. The pose was suggestive, back arched, hands on the wall next to the bed, head turned a little back, to gaze over his shoulders looking at the camera, like it was Tony himself.
The second one was even better. It was also a kneeling shot, but this time, the boy did not look at the camera, he had one hand on his butt, the other in his fluff of hair, looking to the left, downwards. The fiery red lace wonder matched his red mask, complementing the pink blush on the boy’s neck and shoulders.
The third photo was black and white, almost full-body picture. Tony had to bit his lips, because the boy was wearing a black corset, with matching black thong, sheer thigh high stockings and a garter belt. The boy stood in front of the bed, legs spread shoulder width, one hand on his hips, one on his thigh, teasing the hem of his stocking. Tony could see himself, kneeling before the boy and pressing worshipping kisses onto those mile long legs.
The fourth one… hell that fourth one. SpideyBoy showed his back to the camera again… In a pair of black-blue lace panties, that had a bow on the center of its back. Legs spread apart, hands on the bed, ass up, eyes looking back at the camera. Tony was sure, this boy will be the death of his… His hands were shaking, his cock standing, hard and leaking, demanding attention. Tony clicked on the last photo.
His mouth fell open, eyes wide, hands flying to touch himself, because he could not stand it anymore. The boy kneeled on the bed facing the camera, legs spread impossibly wide, arms stretched up and behind his back, head tilted to the right a bit, mouth slightly apart. His perfect chest and abs were blushed pink, and his pretty cock was hidden by a black-white lace panty. Tony swore, he saw a little dark spot on the front of the lingerie. The young boy’s eyes were locked to the camera, shining like a pair of dark diamonds.
Tony was taken aback, just stared at the image, stroking himself. He did not need much, after a few pumps, he came with a moan, wishing the boy was right there with him.