Day 365

"Stark, you're free to go back to your cell."

Tony stood up as the dark room was bathed in light. The C.O stood in the doorway, gesturing for Tony to follow him. He'd been in solitary confinement for at least ten days, so he was glad to finally be going back to his actual cell. Solitary confinement was awful – it was dark, cold, and there was nobody to talk to. Meals were slid through bars, and the only time he got to stretch his legs was for ten minutes in the morning and ten minutes in the evening, although he wasn't even allowed outside in the courtyard like the other prisoners.

Tony had been sent to solitary confinement after getting into a fight with another prisoner. The other prisoner had threatened Peter. He'd shoved the boy against a wall and held a weapon to his throat. As soon as Tony had noticed what was going on, he was straight over to put the other guy in his place. Nobody touched Peter. He was Tony's. And nobody was allowed to hurt him. So Tony ended up in solitary confinement while the other guy was shipped off to get specialist plastics treatment for the wounds Tony had inflicted on him.

But Tony's isolation was over, and he couldn't be happier. He followed the C.O back to his cell without issue, smiling as he heard other prisoners cheer for him. He was still pretty popular amongst the prison population. When he reached his cell, the C.O opened the door for him and let him inside.

Peter was there, lying on the top bunk reading a book. When he saw Tony he quickly stuffed the book under his pillow and climbed down from the bunk. Tony waited for the C.O to leave them before he turned to look at Peter, casually dropping the sheet as he stared at the younger boy.

Peter stared back at Tony and then fell to his knees. Without so much as a word, his hands came up to stroke Tony through his clothes. It didn't take long for Tony to get hard, what with his little slut touching him like that. It had been ten days. He was in dire need of sex. Tony slowly started unzipping the front of his uniform, and then shrugged it off completely. He kicked it to the side, running his fingers through Peter's soft brown curls. Peter fingered the waistband of Tony's boxers, staring up with a small smirk on his face.

"What're you smirking about?" Tony asked, his voice deep with pure lust.

"Nothing, Sir," Peter responded, pulling Tony's boxers down completely. Tony kicked them to the side alongside his other clothes.

Tony was about to speak again when Peter's mouth was suddenly surrounding his cock. He let out a low moan as he felt the wetness on his skin, making his cock get impossibly harder. Peter gripped onto Tony to support himself, his fingernails digging into Tony's hips. He moved his head up and down on Tony's dick, letting it leave his mouth completely and then dipping back down to take the whole thing till he was practically gagging on it. Tony couldn't help but move his hips slightly, pushing deeper into Peter's mouth.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" Tony murmured, tugging at Peter's hair harder. He heard the boy moan softly and then he pulled back so that his cock was no longer in Peter's mouth. "What's this for?"

Peter was gasping for breath as he spoke. "To thank you," he said, staring up at Tony submissively. "For saving me. I owe you my life, Sir."

"Mmm, too right you do," Tony said, shoving his cock back into Peter's mouth. This time he decided to take control, holding Peter's head in place and thrusting deep into his mouth. He could feel Peter resisting against him, but he didn't let the boy get any air. The sounds of wetness, gagging and coughing turned Tony on more than anything. He stared down at Peter as he fucked his mouth, watching as Peter struggled to maintain eye contact with watery eyes and spit running down his chin.

"You like that, don't you?" Tony said, pulling his cock out for a second and hungrily watching Peter try to catch his breath. Peter lifted his hand to wipe away the spit from his chin, but Tony slapped his hand away. "I don't think so."

"I- I'm sorry, Sir," Peter said quickly, his face going red.

"You can keep that all over your face," Tony said. "In fact, since you had the cheek to think I'd let you wipe it away, let me add to it."

Peter nodded, staring up at Tony obediently and putting both of his hands behind his back as he'd been taught. Tony sucked back his saliva and then spat on Peter's face, watching in satisfaction as the boy flinched. He grabbed his cock and used it to smear the saliva across Peter's mouth, and then inside.

"You slut," Tony said sharply, thrusting a couple more times into his mouth and then pulling out completely and slapping him across the face, making Peter collapse against the floor. He clutched at his cheek, but didn't make a sound.

Tony sighed. "Get up," he said. Peter scrambled to his feet, keeping his hands behind his back. Tony brought his hand up to lightly caress Peter's cheek where he'd struck him. The skin was red and looked sore. "Did you miss me, baby?"

"So much," Peter whispered. "I missed you so much."

"Did you stroke your pretty little cock at night thinking of me?" Tony murmured, leaning closer and making Peter shiver.

"Every night," Peter said quietly, not breaking eye contact with the older man. Tony smirked.

"What did you think about?"

"I thought about my Daddy," Peter mumbled. Tony's lips were now inches away from Peter's, and Tony could feel Peter's breath on his skin as he spoke. "About how I wanted my Daddy to come back, to fuck me."

Tony closed the gap between them with a slow, soft kiss that only lasted ten seconds, and then he pulled away, looking down at Peter with lust.

"Well Daddy's back now, baby," Tony said softly. "And you've been such a good little boy, touching yourself for me and thanking me by sucking me off."

"Thank you," Peter said, smiling slightly at the compliment.

"Now get yourself out of those clothes. I want you completely naked and lying on my bed in ten seconds. Can you do that?"

Peter nodded.

"Go on then, sweetheart. Ten, nine, eight…"

Peter was already stripping off, and by the time Tony had reached 'three', he was lying on Tony's bed naked. Tony stepped towards the bed and spread Peter's legs wide apart, licking his lips at the beautiful body beneath him.

"Since you've been so good, I'm gonna let you prepare yourself for my cock," Tony said, not taking his eyes off Peter's body. He then took a step back and grabbed his own cock, stroking it slowly. "Daddy wants to see you finger yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Peter said quietly.

"Lick your fingers, get them all wet and then fuck yourself with them," Tony ordered, still stroking his cock. "And look into my eyes as you do it."

Peter did as he was told. He slowly licked his middle finger and his ring finger, staring up at Tony through dark eyelashes as he sucked. He then brought his fingers down to his ass, carefully pushing his middle finger inside himself and gasping. He pushed a little deeper till he was comfortable and then added his ring finger. Tony loved watching Peter finger himself. He didn't allow him to do it very often, since Peter was never usually this good, but the boy had been on his best behaviour today.

"How does that feel, baby?" Tony asked, watching as Peter's fingers moved in and out of his tight hole.

"So good," Peter murmured, pushing his fingers deeper inside himself. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall of the cell. "Mmm, wish it was you, Daddy."

"Did I say you could stop looking at me?" Tony asked abruptly, making Peter's eyes snap open in response. He looked fearful.

"I- sorry, Daddy. I… I got too… I'm sorry."

Tony tutted and stepped back over to the bed, crouching down close to the floor. "Sorry's not good enough," he said in a disappointed voice. He reached for Peter's hand, pulling his fingers out of his ass and leading those fingers up to Peter's mouth. Peter blinked down at him, almost as though he was fighting back tears for getting into trouble, but he opened his mouth dutifully, without being told what to do. Tony shoved Peter's fingers inside his mouth, and Peter sucked on them without hesitation.

"Does that taste good?" Tony asked. Peter nodded, sucking some more. "Hands out of your mouth. When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Not a nod. Does that taste good?"

Peter took his fingers out of his mouth and made eye contact with Tony. "Yes, Daddy. It tastes so good."

"Why does it taste good?" Tony asked.

Peter swallowed and spoke again. "Because I love tasting my own ass."

"Mmm," Tony said with a smirk. "Such a slut. Bet you'd lick your own asshole if you could, wouldn't you?"

"Mmhm," Peter said quietly with a slight nod.

"But do you know why Daddy made you stop tasting yourself?" Tony asked, running a finger up Peter's inner thigh.

"Yes," Peter gasped.

"Why's that?"

"Because my ass belongs to you."

"Good boy," Tony said softly, using his other hand to pull Peter's whole body closer to the edge of the bed. "Are you ready for my cock now, baby?"

"Yes please, Sir," Peter said desperately, opening his legs even wider. Tony stood up and grabbed one of Peter's legs in each hand. He positioned his cock in front of Peter's hole and slowly pushed against the tight ring of muscle.

"I want to hear you moaning, okay? I want to hear how good it feels to have me inside you. Is that clear?" Tony said, pushing in a little deeper.

"I will," Peter promised, biting down on his lower lip as Tony's cock filled him up.

Tony took it slow, wanting to treat the boy well for his good behaviour. He could hear Peter moan as he pushed deeper inside, and he stopped when he couldn't go any further and he was completely inside him.

"Mmm, Daddy," Peter groaned, clutching at the bedsheets. "So deep, it feels so good."

And that was enough to set Tony off. He started moving inside Peter, pulling out almost all the way and then plunging back in, still holding Peter's legs wide apart. Peter was squirming beneath him, panting and moaning like crazy, while Tony picked up the pace. The bed creaked loudly, banging against the walls with every thrust and that only made Tony want to fuck Peter harder.

"You just love being fucked like this, don't you?"

"I do," Peter said breathlessly. "I do, so much. Mmm, please fuck me harder."

Tony couldn't say no to that. He thrust harder, slamming into Peter's ass so hard that he wondered if the bed might break from the force.

"Make yourself cum," Tony commanded. "Grab your cock and cum all over yourself."

Peter grabbed his own cock and did as he was told. It didn't take long for the younger man to cum – a few strokes and he was there. Tony was hitting his prostate with nearly every thrust, turning the boy beneath him into a shuddering wreck. He came all over his stomach and his hand, breathing heavily and staring up at Tony with full-blown pupils.

The sight of Peter's orgasm and the feeling of his ass clenching around Tony's cock was enough to send Tony over the edge. He came within seconds of Peter, holding onto his ankles hard, and pushing himself as far into Peter's ass as he could get before releasing deep inside him. He rode out his orgasm still inside Peter, and then when he was done he pulled out and smiled down at him.

"Open your mouth," Tony said, and Peter obliged. Tony wiped Peter's cum off his stomach and onto his fingers, careful not to waste a drop. "You're gonna eat your cum for me."

Peter nodded wordlessly, although Tony could see that even though he was agreeing, he wasn't comfortable – like most of the things they did together. He kept his mouth wide open as Tony put his fingers in his mouth. Peter licked the cum off Tony's fingers and swallowed, shuddering at the taste.

"You're such a good boy for Daddy, aren't you?" Tony murmured, brushing his thumb against Peter's lips softly.

"I am," Peter said. "Thank you for making me feel good."

"It's okay, sweetheart," Tony purred, leaning in and kissing Peter's forehead. "That's what I'm here for. Now get some rest, you got fucked pretty hard and I don't want my baby sore."

"Yes, Sir," Peter said, and Tony didn't miss the sound of relief in his voice. He watched as Peter got up and climbed into the top bunk, not bothering to get dressed.

Tony knew that Peter didn't actually enjoy what they did together, but he couldn't help himself. He needed Peter. And Peter needed Tony to survive in a place like this. If Peter didn't have Tony, the other prisoners would have a field day with him. He probably wouldn't leave this prison alive.

So Tony was protecting him, and Peter seemed to know that. He'd grown accustomed to their situation, and while he probably didn't like it much, he seemed grateful at least that Tony was taking care of him.

As Peter cried himself to sleep that night like every other night, Tony sighed. One day, Peter would enjoy it for real. One day, Peter would want Tony as much as Tony wanted him. And Tony held out hope for that day.

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