Rape and Abuse Warning! If you are senstive to that stuff, you should stop reading. Thanks!
Peter was fast asleep by the time they arrived at the facility. He woke up, blinking repeatedly, trying to adjust to the new lighting of the car.
"Kid! C'mon, we got to unload the car! You got a shitload of stuff back here."
Tony's words had Peter slowly trudging out of the car, his eyes only halfway open. He grabbed his suitcase, and started towards the facility door.
He gazed up at the sky, and froze for a moment. It was magnificent; so bright and full of stars. For a second, he felt accepted, as if he finally fit in somewhere.
This amazing view was suddenly ruined by the sight of a pan crash through the window and a raw egg splatting on the car.
All three of them stared at the window of the third floor, bewildered and confused about what just occurred.
Peter immediately saw Vision in the window, angry and frustrated, while Wanda was shaking her head.
"That's not what I meant when I said to flip an egg."
Wanda's attitude towards Vision sent Peter into hysterical laughter, as he stared at the egg on Mr Stark's car.
Vision poked his head out of the shattered window, only to see an angry Mr Stark and Peter almost in tears.
Tony looked outraged.
Trying to sound as calm as he could, Tony politely responded, "Vision. Please, do not
ever,
EVER,
attempt to cook in my kitchen again."
Already tired, Happy knew that the egg and frying pan were his mess to clean up. Tony didn't even have to tell him, and he started right away.
Peter and Tony finally finished unloading the car, and started dragging the suitcases inside. As soon as they got to Peters room, neither had the energy to unload, and Peter fell on his bed, half asleep.
He felt excited, joyful. He was getting a fresh start, as an avenger. Where no one knew who he was, and everyone accepted him, including Mr Stark. God he loved Mr Stark so much. Peter slowly drifted asleep, with a small smile of relief on his face.
Today he would go to sleep as Peter Parker.
Tomorrow he would wake up as Spiderman.
"Hey kid."
Hearing Tony's voice, Peter looked at him dazed, still half asleep. Tony was leaning over his bed, gazing at Peter.
"What Mr Stark. It's like almost 12."
Tony looked delightfully malicious, as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He clicked on it a few times, then turned it around and revealed it to Peter.
"Recognize this Kid?"
Peter was confused, and couldn't see the phone properly. But once his eyesight adjusted, his face went white.
Oh no.
Oh no he didn't.
Peter eyes dropped and his mouth hung open as he stared at the phone in awe.
It was him. Masturbating. Moaning at the hustler magazines.
He couldn't believe it. It was video footage of all of that.
"M-Mr Stark, how did you get this!?"
"Well kid, that's not the point here. The real question is what am I going to do with it."
Peter stared at him, bewildered. "Mr Stark, please delete that and don't show it to anyone. We'll forget this ever happened and go back to being normal okay? Please?!" Peter stuttered between his words.
Tony had a grin on his face, and crossed his legs.
"I don't know kid. Something like this might damage the privilege of staying an avenger. But..."
Tony slowly started unbuckling his belt, and got up properly on the bed.
"M-Mr Stark—w-what are you doing?!"
Peter backed up to the edge of the bed and kept staring at him.
He thought about running out the door or trying to escape, but Tony was one step ahead of him. Suddenly, Peter heard a click on the door, shortly after Tony had pushed a button on his phone .
What's wrong with him!? Is he drunk!?
Soon, Tony's pants and trousers were off, and Peter tried his best to look away.
"Kid, if you want that footage to be safe, I think you need to do something for me."
Peter stared at Tony's hard, erect cock in awe. He looked so confused and scared, not knowing what his next move would be.
"Suck it."
Peters face shot up at Tony. He was now scared, and didn't know what to do.
"You have five seconds, or I'm putting this footage online to my website."
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1–"
"OK! I'll DO ANYTHING! PLEASE DON'T RELEASE THAT!"
Tony grinned, as Peter slowly and carefully crawled up to him. He stared at Tony's cock, about to speak. "Wai—"
Tony suddenly grabbed Peter by the scalp, and shoved his face right down on his cock.
Peter scream was muffled by Mr Starks cock deep inside his throat.
Tony went faster, slamming his head onto his cock, and with every thrust, made Peters throat bleed, and his eyes water.
Peter began to cry.
Mr Stark was blackmailing him into doing this, and Peter started to choke and sob at the same time. He felt so weak, and as hard as he tried to stop it, he wasn't strong enough.
After a few more agonizing minutes of this, Tony came all into Peters throat, while Peter cried helpless while still choking.
Tony let go of his fierce grip on Peters hair, while Peter started coughing onto
the bed. He felt like throwing up; he was so afraid and powerless.
"Oh Peter. That was decent. Not as good as I hoped but it was okay. I never knew you could be such a submissive little slut. If anyone finds out about that I'll make sure your everyone in the world sees the video, and I'll be giving your aunt a little taste of what just happened. That video is safe for today, but I'll be back tomorrow with a second round, so prepare yourself."
He leaned over to sobbing Peter who was clutching the mattress tightly, and kissed his forehead while grinning, and silently whispered,
"sweet dreams."
Tony then pulled up his trousers and pants, and unlocked the door. As he slowly stepped out of the room, he gazed at the sight of Peter. Then he left.
Peter stared at Tony with tears in his eyes as the door automatically closed.
He then began to full on sob, crying into his pillow for the next hour, throwing up occasionally.
His throat was burning, and his heart felt so broken. He felt broken.
Why. Why out of all people would Mr Stark do this. Peter looked at him as a dad, and has practically idolized him his whole life.
After bonding with Mr Stark, making unforgettable memories, and laughing with him, this happens.
Peter was raped, and he never felt more pathetic and weak.
Peter was raped by Mr Stark, blackmailed into doing it.
He kept crying, sobbing, and choking.
The tears eventually began to slow down, as his red weary eyes started to close. He felt so betrayed.
So this is what it means to be an avenger?
He couldn't cry any more, and the sniffling had slowed down.
He thought once more before falling asleep, about what would happen tomorrow.
Today he would go to sleep as Peter Parker.
Tomorrow he would wake up as a raped, pathetic kid.