Chapter 11
Peter was now laying on his stomach. He tried to get up but was held back by another, bigger body on top of him.
“Now now Baby boy.” A familiar voice rang in his right ear. “You ain’t going nowhere until I’m finished with you.”
A distinct pressure on his lower back had him shivering. He ground into the feeling, sighing his need away. A Strong, calloused hand touched his left side, sliding downwards first. Gentle fingers traced the milky skin and played with the hem of his boxers. Then dipping just a little lower. Peter moaned as the fingers made small circles just above his rapidly swelling cock. With a hot breath on his neck, the man above him pressed more to his body. That bulge, he felt earlier on his lower back became more noticeable.
Peter could not decide what to concentrate on; the hand slowly slithering up his side now, the feeling of the bulge just above his ass, the soft lips, and the feeling of a short beard on his neck. All together was just too overwhelming. The hand slid up and up, taking its time on his side, touching his every rib, and came to caress the back of his neck. Then Peter felt fingers around his neck, not too strong, just making their presence known. He felt a slight panic coming over him. The man above him might have sensed this because gentle kisses were traced all over his cheek.
“Don’t you worry, Baby. I would not harm you for the world. Trust me.”
That low, husky voice soothed his panic, Peter relaxed into the touch tipping his head a little back and stretching his neck a little.
“Good boy.”
He felt another hand on the middle of his back stroking its way down to cup his ass. Two fingers came between his asscheeks, spreading them a little, massaging him just the way he wanted. The fingers knead his butt like it was dough, sliding over his entrance over and over again. Peter moaned needily. He tried to raise his ass a little higher, signaling what he wanted but he could not move because the man right above him held him in place.
A frustrated moan escaped him when those fingers passed his hole what seem like a million times. He was now leaking into his boxers steadily, making it really uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to plead to the man to finally touch him properly when he felt the hand on his ass dip into his boxers and one finger entering him. It was like he was already lubed up, the finger slid in easily, making Peter huff. He liked playing with himself, and since he started doing it regularly for the camera, he knew he could take more. Although the finger currently inside him was easily twice the size of his own. When he felt a second one prodding at his entrance, he shivered in excitement. The first knuckle was all right, but when they penetrated deeper, a quiet whine escaped Peter’s mouth. Fuck these fingers were long too. He used long, thick dildos of course, but he usually stretched himself for them before he used them. And no dildo was this mobile. They stretched themselves, caressing his inner walls, and curved themselves just the right way. One swipe had him gasp.
“You want it in here, right, my perfect Baby boy?” The man’s voice dropped lower, as he continued his ministrations.
Peter mewled and nodded. He wanted it, he needed it. Bad. Now.
“Nu-uh, Love. You’re still not loose enough for me.”
Peter felt a third finger join the previous two. He could not help the moan that escaped him. Shit, it felt so good. He tried to move, tried to spread his legs more, raise his ass, anything to get more and more pleasure. It coiled deep within him. His cock bobbed and leaked more precum. His boxers were drenched by now. It clinged to his skin, not giving enough friction to tip over his edge, but keeping him right there .
“Can you cum baby?” Sounded the lustful question. “Can you cum from your ass being played with?”
Peter whined, moaned, and squirmed under the man, who held him in place effortlessly. The hands on his neck tightened from time to time, just enough to get him more excited.
“I think you can.” The words were dripping like honey, as the fingers were working in him faster and faster. Peter was panting like he was running a marathon. He felt his orgasm building like a wave. He… He just could not…
“NNnnmmmmhhh” was all he managed to mewl. The other man chuckled a quiet laugh and leaned even closer to him.
“Come on baby, do it for Daddy.”
The fingers started pistoning in and out of him, making the pace delicious and torturous at the same time. Peter’s throat was dry from how much he was moaning and screaming. He somehow managed to grab the wrist of that hand, which was holding his neck.
And just when he felt his last string snap and his orgasm coming at him like a tsunami, the fingers tightened around his neck.
He woke up sweaty and hard. For a few moments he did not even register the sound of his alarm, but as the seconds passed he became more and more aware of his surroundings.
“Fuck” he huffed.
After last night’s session in the bathtub, he thought he sated his horniness for a few days. Well, seems like he was wrong. He struggled out of bed groaning at the feeling of the ruined boxer he wore as pajamas.
Luckily, the bed seemed intact, save for the slight sweat stains on the pillow.
He turned around and headed to the bathroom. As he was brushing his teeth, he tried to recall his dream. Oh, he could recall every single detail of it, all right. It was him, whining and moaning under Tony Freaking Stark, who finger-fucked him into next week. Or at least tomorrow. Seems like it was too much for him to see the man in person, even though it was a few days ago. It also seemed like he developed some sort of Daddy-kink while talking to IronDaddy and now his imagination ran wild with his dreams.
He arrived just in time for his first class. AI+ML was one of his favorite courses. He liked the idea of the development of artificial intelligence. After class, he took out his phone to check the deadline for the next assignment when he heard the professor call his name. He quickly gathered his things and joined the prof by the big screen.
“Yes professor?”
The middle-aged woman looked at him and smiled.
“Oh, don’t look so frightened Mr. Parker, I just called you here, because I have some amazing news for you.”
She fiddled with her notes and pulled out a letter among them.
“This arrived yesterday, straight from Stark Industries. Congratulations, they have requested you, as an intern.”