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Life outside the window of the car was going on like nothing had happened. Like this was not turning into the worst day of his life.

His dad had been supposed to pick him up from school today but instead, he was pulled into the principles office. His headmaster's face had been pulled into a sad grimace, pity. 

Worse had been to see the face of his uncle who hadn't beaten around the bush.

"Your parents are dead. You're coming with me."

It hadn't even registered. Even as Alpha Ben was pulling him along the hallway, even as tears were running down his face. The headmaster had waved, wished him the best, but there was nothing he could do. Alpha Ben would decide what would happen to him now.

They drove out of the city until Alpha Ben came to a stop in front of what looked like an ancient mansion. High windows and a large front gate. 

He pulled the door to the back open. "Let's go."

Peter was sniffing back tears, hands grasping the seat tightly. It felt like getting out of the car would seal the rest of his life.

"Out, omega!" 

Peter twitched at the sharp tone of the Alpha. His body was seizing up with fear.

With a grunt, Alpha Ben grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the car.

"Fucking disgrace," he mumbled. With practiced precision, Alpha Ben grabbed him by the back of the neck, fingers digging into his glands, just hard enough for Peter's body to ease up. "When your Alpha tells you to do something, you do it."

His feet were moving as Alpha Ben pulled him into the building and there was nothing Peter could do. The world rushed by him until they stood in front of a large door. After three strong knocks, a voice answered from within.

"Come in."

Alpha Ben pushed him into the room and finally let go of his neck. Pete barely managed to stay on his feet.

"You know how much I love these kinds of emergencies, Ben." The man had his back turned to them, eyes on the large garden outside. 

"My apologies, Alpha. Believe me, I wish I didn't have to ask this of you."

The alpha grunted as he turned, face pulled into a distasteful grimace as he laid eyes on Peter. "Good lord."

"I know, Tony. Like I said. My nephew. Peter. He's already 18. I don't think I have the resources or experience to deal with this."

With a deep sigh, the other Alpha pulled out the chair behind his desk and sat, eyes still on Peter. "You know, you can just surrender him to the state. I mean, they'll do a shit job of it but at least you wouldn't have to deal with that mess."

"Yeah, well, if he goes to the state, so does his father's money."

"Ah," the Alpha laughed. "Well, we can't have that. A fair amount it is then, I assume."

"Even more if I can get the ridiculous tuition refunded that Richard caved out for the little bitch," Ben hissed.

With a sigh, the Alpha got back to his feet and came around the desk. Just as his hand reached out to touch, Peter flinched back. But the Alpha was faster. He grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and pulled him closer.

"Na-uh-uh, little omega. Behave."

Peter was shaking as the Alpha pushed his hair out of his face. "Needs a hair cut, hm?" 

His eyes were on the ground, body stiff with fear. 

"He's on suppressants," Alpha Ben grunted from behind him. "No chastity. No education at all."

No formal omega education was what he meant. His parents had never degraded him like that. Had always believed in him. His mom and dad. With a low sob, another set of tears rolled off his lashes.

The Alpha hummed, turning his head up until Peter was forced to look right at him. His face was emotionless, studying him until he let go of Peter altogether. Like an invisible rope holding him upright had been cut, he crumbled to the floor.

"So what is it you want me to do with that? Full training?" The Alpha still stood in front of him, foot tapping against the floor. "I don't really have any personnel for that right now, Ben. I'd have to neglect my other clients."

"I'll take what you can give me. I mean, nobody's gonna buy him off me like that but it'd be a shame to leave the money on the table, you know. I'd make it worth your while, Tony."

"Oh yeah?"

"How about an option to buy or... or first breeding rights if he's too much of a mess to sell for a good price, hm?"

The eagerness with that his uncle was trading away Peter's life made him sick to his stomach.

"Hm," the Alpha hummed. "Let's do a 7-day trial and I'll make you an offer for what I think he's worth then. You take it or leave it from there. If we come to an agreement, I'll waive my fee."

They shook hands above his head like he was a rug, bargained away at the market. "I can't thank you enough, Alpha."

"Alright, alright," the Alpha waved off Ben's thanks. "Omega." Peter flinched at the sharpness of his tone. "I'm not gonna lie, your parents dealt you a rough hand with their liberal bullshit. This will be a bit of an adjustment for you, but I won't make it hard on you. There is only one rule. What Alpha says goes. You break that rule, there will be consequences. Now, stand."

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The little omega twitched, still crouched on the floor. He was a right mess indeed. Only one way to fix that.

"Hm. That's 5."

Peter's eyes flickered up, staring right at him.

"I said, stand."

His whole body was trembling. That was what happened when parents bought into the liberation bullshit.

"For fuck's sake, omega—" Ben started but his mouth slammed shut as Tony held up a hand for him to stop.

"That's another 5. You're making this a lot harder on yourself than it has to be."

A little lie never hurt anyone. There would be no version of this where the omega would get out of the office without his first spanking. Not under Tony's watch. Peter's chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths, confusion on what to do evident on his face. 

"I know, omegas are a little slow and you've been neglected for a long time. Let me remind you of the one rule. What Alpha says goes. You break that rule, there will be consequences." His eyebrows arched, he tilted his head to the side of the room where the omega bench was eagerly waiting. "Now stand!"

His Alpha voice would still be muffled due to the suppressants the omega was on and without a bond, it was weak in the first place, but for now, it seemed enough to finally get Peter to scramble to his feet.

"There you go, not so hard, was it? Ben, if you don't mind..."

He indicated the kid but didn't bother to look as Ben Parker roughly pulled the baggy clothes off his nephew. The little thing whined but seemed terrified enough not to struggle. He pulled a collar from the bottom drawer of his desk with the Stark Institute's initials carved into the thick leather. He turned back and took in the untouched skin that the omega had been hiding underneath all those layers. It looked a lot more promising than Tony had hoped. 

As soon as Ben would fasten the collar around his nephew's neck, he'd have free reign to put the omega through the motions.

Adorable little sobs bubbled out of the kid as the collar was tightened around his neck. He looked up at Tony, eyes filled with tears and fear. Delicious.  

"Alright then." Tony clapped his hands together. "You wanna stay for the initial exam?"

"I do have an actual day job."

Without a word of farewell, Ben turned on his heel and stalked out the room, leaving the little omega at Tony's mercy. Fine by him.

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The omega stood in front of him, shaking, trying to hide his little cocklet with his hands.

"No." He slapped Peter's hands away. "You're not hiding from me."

Tony wrinkled his nose. It wasn't all that little. Almost 4 inches for on omega was way larger than it should be. Perfect would be about 2 inches. The omega twitched as he pulled it a little to the side, taking a look at the balls hanging behind it. Those, too, were on the larger side. Right behind them was his pussy. An omega of age like Peter should have a cute little cocklet, small balls only half-way dropped letting ripe pussy lips shine through. But there was nothing ripe about Peter. Instead of a gorgeous young pussy, he only had a sad little slit. As Tony let go of the way too heavy balls they were covering the little slit almost entirely. Fucking suppressants.

He let the limp cocklet slide back into place and took in the mess in its entirety. 

"You've been playing with that, haven't you?"

Peter's eyes were on the ground, lower lip pulled between his teeth as he tried not to cry.

Roughly, Tony's hand curled around the cocklet, making the omega whine. "Even with suppressants, it shouldn't have grown like that unless you played with it." 

A sob bubbled out of the omega as he nodded, squirming under Tony's rough touch. 

"Use your words, omega." He squeezed the cocklet a little harder. "You a little pervert, hm? Playing with your cocklet as if it was a real cock." It felt way too big in his hand, even flaccid. This would take some work but Bruce could deal with the initial setup.

"Yes..." he whispered shakily.

"You call me Alpha."

"Yes, Alpha," Peter mumbled out a little faster this time.

"Well, that stops now, you hear me?" He shook his head in disgust. "You don't touch your cocklet. Not without permission and in the foreseeable future not at all."

Peter nodded shakily then quickly added a timid "Yes, Alpha."

It was dangerous for omegas to freely play with their cocklets. Case in point. They should be trained early on to come from their pussy and cunt, not to focus on that useless little thing.

Annoyed at the neglect the omega had had to suffer, Tony took him by the hair instead. Peter yelped and stumbled over his feet as Tony pulled him toward the bench. It wasn't really the omega's fault. He didn't know any better, those useless parents of his trying to make him into something he just wasn't.

Omegas were breeding bitches for a reason. They thrived on it. 

Peter's arms were flailing as Tony pressed his stomach onto the leather of the bench. He was small though, easy to overpower. Tony locked the short leashes of the bench onto either side of the collar, then made short process with his arms, pulling them up and cuffing the wrists onto the underside of the chest piece. 

"There, there... Stay still now." Tony's hand ruffled his hair then slid down the paste skin on his back onto his little ass. He loosely tightened the two straps over his back. The little bitch probably wouldn't be able to stay still today but it was a good thing to give him a chance to fail. It meant he could do better tomorrow.

The little ass wasn't nearly as juicy and tight as it should be. His limb cocklet and balls were dangling underneath him, would be swinging obscenely with every spank. Bruce would have to get on this fast. It was killing his mojo to see an omega in such a pitiful state. With one hand, Tony pulled the floppy cheeks apart. Hidden there was the tiniest hole he'd seen in a long time.

"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath. "Will you look at that. All pink and soft. Hidden away like this is my personal little treasure hunt." His thumb rubbed across the pink little cunt making it pulse in response as the omega whimpered in his throat. The sight went right to his cock. This might even be the tiniest hole he had seen, full stop. "Mh. It's winking at me."

"Please... Alpha..." he whimpered.

"Begging so fast, little one."

"No..." Peter tried to shake his head making the collar dug into his skin. "Please, no... don't..."

Tony tsked at him, squeezing one of his asscheeks tightly. "You don't say no to Alpha. That's another 5."

The omega sobbed, squirming on the bench. 

"That's another 5. Stay still!" With a sigh, Tony held him pressed down by the small of his back, tightening the straps. "You're gonna choke yourself, little dove."

He ran a hand through the omega's messy hair, then crouched down in front of him. "Maybe you like that, hm? Choking yourself on the collar because nobody has made you choke on a cock before."

His hand slid down to the front of his throat, running over the little skin not covered by the collar.

"No..." he whined.

Tony arched his eyebrows and the omegas face fell a little more.

"Please... Alpha, I didn't mean... I didn't say... I don't... I don't like it. I don't wanna choke, Alpha."

Tony hummed. He grabbed a hold of the omegas face with one hand, his thumb running over the plump cheek. Probably the only thing plump about the omega. But that was nothing that couldn't be remedied by flushing out the suppressants and feeding him a good amount of Alpha cum. His thumb was resting on Peter's lower lip.

"You want Alpha to help, hm? Make this a little easier for you?"

Brown round eyes were staring up at him, pleading.

"Use your words, omega."

"Please... please, Alpha," he whimpered, lips brushing against Tony's thumb as he spoke.

"Hm..." He nodded. "You want Alpha to strap you in a little tighter? Cuff your little legs, too, so you don't have to worry about disobeying?"

Peter blinked, thick tears falling off his lashes. "Yes," he mumbled onto Tony's thumb, another set of tears rolling down his face. "Please, Alpha. Please... help me..."

Tony hummed. "Such a good boy, asking Alpha for help." His thumb pressed down on Peter's lip. "Such a good boy. Just need a little help, hm?"

Peter's eyes widened with realization and Tony couldn't help the cocky smirk when the omega didn't dare to resist his thumb pushing into his mouth. He struggled a little to keep his breathing even as Tony pressed down on his tongue. Soft, wet velvet. Saliva was flooding the omega's mouth as Tony rubbed over it just hard enough to make him gag. 

The omega pressed his eyes shut as his mouth started to overflow, a thin trickle of drool running down the side of his chin. Tony couldn't wait for that to be his cum instead. That mouth would look sinful, lips stretched impossibly wide around his cock as it pressed into Peter's throat making him choke for real.

Peter's nose flared, likely taking in the scent of Tony's arousal, the little precum that was collecting around his cock head. The little thing probably didn't even know what was assaulting his senses, for so long deprived of what his true nature called for.

Oh, he would teach the omega to like it.  Choking on the collar hurt their omega glands but choking on a cock, their Alpha making room for themselves in their throat; the little bitch would love it.

"Well, Alpha is here to help you, little dove." Peter was gasping for air when he pulled his hand away, drying off the drool on Peter's back as he walked to the other side of the bench. 

Goosebumps were springing up along the path of his hand. Already so responsive despite the suppressants. Maybe this would be a better deal than he had initially thought. Maybe he could make money taking the omega off Ben's hands and training him into the cockslut it was born to be.

Peter was crying, unsuccessful in trying to hide it as Tony pulled his thighs further apart and fastened the straps on the bench as tightly as they would go. The omega had been good just now, it was only fair to reward him for that. To take the choice to struggle against his punishment away.

Kneading the flesh of his ass cheeks, Tony gave him a second to get his breathing under control.

"Did your parents ever spank you, omega?"

Peter hiccoughed and cried a little harder.

Tony pursed his lips at the lack of a vocal answer. He dug his nails into the omega's skin. "Was that supposed to be a no? Your parents? Your teachers?"

"No-nobody. Please... Alpha, please..."

"Hmm..." Tony frowned. "Are you asking me to start or to stop, omega?"

"I... I don't..." His shoulders were shaking with sobs. 

The wet sounds bubbling out of his mouth went straight to Tony's cock.

"Hm, so confused, poor thing." He stepped between the omega's spread legs. Bracing himself on the side of the bench, he leaned forward. His cock wasn't really hard yet, but impressive enough for the omega to feel him as he pressed it against Peter's little ass. "Never been spanked at all?"

He hummed a sad note of pity right into the omega's ear. Slowly, he draped his whole body over Peter's back, pressing him into the leather underneath, not permitting a single move from the omega. 

"I told you I'd make this easy on you, hm? So today, you're getting my hand. 20 spanks. I'll tan that wrinkly little backside of yours so we can get properly acquainted." The little thing shuddered underneath him, vibrating against Tony's cock. "You only get Alpha's hand for your punishment today. Then every morning and every night because you've been neglected for so long, I'll give you ten for maintenance. Skin on skin, hm? You'll get to feel Alpha helping you every morning and every night."

A sob rolled out of Peter's throat as he shook his head as much as the tightly leashed collar allowed.

"No?" Tony pretended to be surprised. "You rather want the paddle or the cane for your maintenance as well? We'll use those for your punishments going forward. And of course, the staff will only use a nice sturdy paddle for your training."

The omega whined in the back of his throat. "No, please... please, Alpha, your..." He was struggling so sweetly to keep talking. "Please, your hand, Alpha."

With a little laugh, he bit Peter's earlobe. "That's what I thought."

Tony pressed his cock against the flat ass once more, then pushed himself off the bench. The omega's cheeks were a little rosy from his kneading. A good sign that this would be fun. Without a word of warning, Tony smacked down his hand on one cheek then the other, alternating three on each cheek in rapid succession. He was holding back most of his strength, warming the little bottom up for the real thing. He was almost through with the first set of six by the time the omega even registered what was happening and gave a heartbreaking howl. 

The rosy glow those little cheeks flamed up with made his mouth water. Just from a little spanking, the omega's skin was blooming with heat. Oh, Tony would get to mark this one up good.

He was rubbing the skin, getting the blood flow going so Peter would really feel the next set. "That's a good omega, taking your punishment. Did you already learn your lesson?"

Peter sobbed. "I'm sorry... please..."

"Hm." Tony gave his cheek a tight squeeze. "Maybe you can use the next set to think about what you're sorry for."

His hand rained down on the blushing skin, harder this time, giving him a little more time between smacks to feel the sting of it.

"Sorry, Alpha... please... sorry... sorry, I didn't...  didn't listen." Peter's voice was trembling with every syllable. "Sorry, I... I disobeyed."

Once again, Tony rubbed the little meat the omega had on his ass. "That was 12, omega. What's the one rule, hm? You can tell me while I tan your ass bright red."

It wasn't far off, truthfully. The omega's skin was responding like a charm. 

"What... what Alpha says goes," Peter cried out over and over again, as Tony laid another set of 6 on his ass. "What Alpha says goes. Please..."

"Begging so sweetly, omega," Tony chuckled.

Peter's cheeks were pleasantly warm. Tony had made sure to hit the same spots every time. The omega was supposed to feel the sting after all. Satisfying handprints began to bloom on his skin. With two more to go, Tony took a little step back to take in the picture when his nostrils flared.

No. 

Hardly believing his luck, he spread the omega's cheeks. That little pink hole wasn't really wet. Not yet. But it wasn't dry anymore either.

A dirty laugh bubbled out of him. "What a little slut. Here you have me thinking I'm being too hard on you and all the while you're enjoying yourself?"

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "Please, no..."

"You telling me no again?" It was a struggle to keep his tone dark while he was looking at the omega's little cunt, blossoming before his eyes. He quickly checked his pussy lips too, but that sad little slit was still dry like a desert. The cocklet was cubbing up though, more than half the way there. Tony pressed a finger back against the rim of Peter‘s cunt instead. It took a little pressure but Peter was wet enough for Tony's tip to slip in. "Sucking my fingers into your greedy little cunt and you tell me no? You still pretend not to get off on this? Lying little slut."

Peter howled as Tony smacked his hand down again and again, harder, the straps cutting into his skin beautifully as he tried to arch his back off the bench.  "Please, Alpha... please.."

"That was another set of six for lying to me so shamelessly." He was squeezing the cheeks, watching the omega squirm.

His fingertip was still wet with Peter's slick. He gave it a quick sniff then wiped it off on the omega's thigh. The suppressants were still tainting his scent. It might just be the strong Alpha pheromones in the room that made him wet of course, the stressful day that had left his body vulnerable and the blood pulsing through him faster and harder than he was used to. Either way, it was too good an opportunity to pass up, too easy to plant the right seeds:

You like this. Admit it.

The submissiveness of his position, how he had been forced to strip and been tied down.

The cocklet was pumped up to full attention now. It had gotten even bigger, like a real cock. It was freaky. Well, the little slut would have to get through the first milking without the cage then. All the more chances for him to fuck up and get a nice spanking from Barnes as well. 

Maybe Tony should move around some appointments. It would be delicious to see Barnes discipline the withering little thing.

"Two more, omega." Both his hands were kneading the tiny ass now, pulling them apart again and again to see the glistening little cunt winking at him. It had only gotten wetter, slick slowly seeping out. He was tempted to lay the last two right onto Peter's balls but there was a real possibility the slut might come all over the bench without permission from how far Tony has pushed him already and he was running out of time to get through another punishment.

He made them count though, harshly slapping the left then the right cheek drinking up the omega's desperate howl. His cock was dripping at the sight of the squirming little thing in front of him and just like he had before the first spank, he leaned onto the bench, grinding his cock into the hot flesh underneath him.

"I'm sorry... Alpha, please.. please, I'm sorry."

Tony hummed. "You're forgiven, little dove. Your slate is clean."

Peter was shivering underneath him.

"That feels good, doesn't it? To be free of that burden." 

The omega was twitching whenever Tony rubbed the fabric of his pants against the sore little ass. Peter caught on quick though, following Tony's lead in pretending like he wasn't poking his hard dick against his tender flesh.

"Yes, Alpha," he mumbled quietly. "Feels... feels good, Alpha."

There was a knock at the door and with a grunt, Tony pushed himself off the bench. "Come in."

"You called, boss?" Barnes' eyes flickered to the whimpering unfamiliar Omega that was tied to Tony's bench and then down to his crotch that was stained with Peter's fluids, his cock clearly outlined against the fabric. With raised eyebrows, Branes tilted his head in silent question.

Tony only shrugged though. Yeah, he couldn't deny that the shy little virgin that had started leaking slick after a handful of spanks on his bench had turned him on big time. The little noises he made, how quickly he had started to beg.

"This is Peter. His uncle dropped him off earlier. Little virgin on suppressants." Tony lazily rubbed his cock, wondering how long it would take until the omega's would be ready to be truely broken in. His cunt, he might be able to take in a day or two, but that virgin pussy was the real prize. "Cocklet and balls are a mess. He needs to be milked dry and get into chastity. We won't even worry about the pussy until the suppressants are out of his system."

Barnes walked up the bench where Peter had frozen upon the arrival of yet another stranger. "Well fuck, that stiff cocklet is not gonna go into a cage without a fight. Gonna be a tight fit flaccid."

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that the slut likes to get his ass tanned this much." Tony could still feel the tight little cunt flickering around his finger. "I want his hole tight, something slim will have to do for the milking. He knows he's not allowed to come and I trust you to supervise him for Banner's initial exam and see him milked and caged back in my office before dinner."

"Sure thing, Alpha," Barnes mumbled as he hooked his leash into Peter's collar. 

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Peter's heart was pumping fast in his chest as Barnes led him out of the Alpha's office down the hallway, completely naked. It was chilly outside of the office. His skin prickled with goosebumps and with every step he was reminded of the little trail of slick that was inching its way down the inside of his thigh, cooling against his skin.

Worse was his penis that still stood to attention, bobbing along as he walked. It was mortifying. The way the alpha had touched him, when he had slipped his finger inside his back hole, had pinned him down. His weight on top of him, crowding him against that perverted rack. Peter had hated every second of it. More than anything his hot breath tickling against the little skin of his neck that was left exposed, his glands pulsing painfully underneath, making his mind spin out of control.

The collar was so tight, with every breath it reminded Peter that he was helpless, at their mercy. It was degrading.

Barnes had cuffed his hands behind his back before he had unhooked him from the bench. Completely exposed, he tried to brush his thighs together as Barnes pulled him along by the leash, desperate to wipe away the proof of what the Alpha had done with his body. It had been his nerves, his emotions that were all over the place. 

Nothing about it had been enjoyable but his body had betrayed him. 

With a rough tug, Barnes pulled him into a room at the end of the corridor.

"Ah, Banner. You're here. That's convenient."

A man in a white coat, clearly a beta, was sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. "I'm just about to call it a day."

"I got a last-minute exam for you." 

The beta sighed deeply and turned towards them. "You know, I haven't finished a shift on time in about 2 months."

"It's on Alpha's orders. Little virgin o. Bit of a desperate case. Alpha suspects a high dose of suppressants. Gonna have to get him tested."

Banner wrinkled his nose, staring at Peter's penis. "Good lord, that's obscene." He got up and came up to them.

There was nowhere for Peter to go. With Barnes holding him by his hair, there was nothing he could do when the doctor reached out. His fingers poked at Peter's shaft, sparking little hot flashes with every touch. He whimpered but couldn't squirm away.

"Is it always hard like that?" Banner was studying him like he was a rare species. 

Pain shook him as Barnes gave the leash a tight pull. "Manners, omega. The doctor asked you a question."

Peter sobbed out a garbled "no".

"No?" The doctor hummed and moved a little closer. Taking his penis in hand, he bounced it a little. 

Barnes' hold on his hair tightened. "Tell Doctor Banner what made you so hard, doll."

Heat was blushing all over Peter's body as Barnes gave him a quick spin, presenting the doctor with his sore behind.

"Well?"

"I don't... I don't know." His voice so full of tears, he could hardly make out his own words.

"Oh, I see." A large hand grabbed his butt, massaging it. It stung but there was nowhere for Peter to run. "Did Alpha Stark make you hard, omega?" The hand let go of him then went to the back of his thighs instead, slowly following the trail of slick all the way up to the swell of his cheeks. "Did you get all hot and bothered on his bench?" The was a sniff and Banner cursed. "You stink. Poor omega being pumped full of chemicals. No wonder you're such a mess."

Humiliation was choking him worse than the collar. Peter wanted to shake his head. He just wanted to run. His suppressant, they'd saved him from Alpha attacks, allowed him to go to school, go out and just live.

The cuffs behind his back unlinked but the cuffs remained around his wrists. Roughly, Barnes pulled him along to the exam table. It looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie. A metal slap that surely belonged in a vet clinic rather than a doctor's office, with long sturdy leather restraints. He was helpless as Barnes heaved him on top of the icy surface. 

"Now, are you gonna be a good boy or do I have to tie you down?" Barnes' eyes were right on his face, studying him.

Arms pulled around his torso, Peter wanted nothing more than to run, to hide, but his butt still burned from the Alpha spanking. 

"Now, now..." Doctor Banner stepped closer to the table. "All a little overwhelming, hm, little one?" His hands were on Peter's arms, pulling them away from his body. "Let's try it like this first, okay? Go on, lie down."

Heart still beating in his throat, Peter's eyes flickered back to Barnes. He stood at the edge of the exam table, ready to jump. Peter's body froze up, trembling on top of the slap.

"There you go. No need to be scared little o." With practiced ease, Doctor Banner folded out stir-ups from underneath the table. "We're gonna help you feel better real fast." Just as quickly, his legs were folded up. Doctor Banner was holding his calf down against the metal structure. "Now, are you gonna be able to lie still, or do you need help?"

Peter's chest was rising with panicked breaths, his vision swimming as he looked right at the Doctor. "I... I don't..." He didn't want to hold still. He wanted to get the hell out of there but right behind Doctor Banner, Barnes' eyes were narrowed on him.

"Alright, I'll help you then, hm?" Just like that, the Doctor tightened a couple of leather restraints each around his legs, then Peter's legs were spread further and further, exposing his naked openings to the room.

His breaths were coming in faster and faster puffs of air until Doctor Banner put a hand across his chest, pressing his torso onto the metal slap. 

"Now, now. Nothing to worry about."

Then his hands roamed over Peter's body, pinching the skin around his nipples, massaging it until Peter tried to sit up with a sob.

"Enough now!" Barnes' voice was sharp. In a moment, he was next to Peter's head, pulling him back down by the collar around his throat. "Stop being such a little slut and let the Doctor work!"

His sob died in his throat as Barnes attached a set of hooks to the collar that kept Peter's neck in place.

Doctor Banner hummed, patting Peter's chest. "It's not your fault, little o. Don't really know what to do with yourself, hm? That's okay. We're here to help you learn."

It should have made Peter laugh out loud at the absurdity but the Doctor was holding him by the chin now, sliding first one then two fingers into his throat until Peter gagged violently.

"Hm..." The Doctor nodded. "His throat is very tight. The tissue around his tits will fill in beautifully once he's bred." He smiled at Peter like somehow this was not the most degrading thing that anyone had ever said to him. "And you like it, too, don't you?"

With that, two of his fingers pushed a little deeper, right past the entrance of his throat. Peter choked. The fingers felt impossibly large, like they were cutting off his air altogether. Just as fast, Doctor Banner stepped down between his legs. He dried Peter's spit off on his butt and fondled his back hole instead.

"Just like I thought. Slicking up a little more, aren't you?" The smile on his face was warm and wide as he pushed one of the fingers that had just been in Peter's throat into his back hole instead. "Good Lord, that's tight. You'll break beautifully, won't you? Such a lucky boy."

It made him cry a little harder. "Please... please, just... just let me go," he sobbed.

There was a painful sting on his thigh and he howled, trying to squirm on the table but whenever he moved the collar was choking him. Faster than Peter had realized, the Doctor had slapped the inside of his thigh. Just as fast, the smile on his face was gone.

"Don't be ungrateful, omega. Behave! You're lucky Alpha Stark agreed to help you. Look at this." Rough hands curled around Peter's erect penis. "You think this is normal? It's unnatural. Omegas have small little cocklettes. This is what these chemicals did to you. It's disgusting and wrong."

His hand was callous and rough. There was nothing Peter could do to push the Doctor away as he fondled his penis. Pressing his fingers along the head then further and further down.

"Too long from being played with, isn't it, omega?" His fingers were warm and everything he did it... it didn't hurt. Not exactly. Precum was dripping from the tip running down the length of his shaft. Banner made a disgusted face. "All white and creamy. A cheap knock-off of real cum because of those pills. Disgusting, omega."

He shook his head and reached for a vial. The glass of the vial was cold as he scraped some of Peter's cum off his shaft. Peter couldn't help the moan that bubbled out of him. The sensation was sharp, his penis so sensitive from the touch.

"Behave, I said." Banner slapped his stinging bottom, then his fingers left Peter's penis and went down to his balls instead.

The breath was drawn out of Peter's lungs as the doctor's fingers wiggled his balls. It had heat spark in Peter's stomach and he had to fight himself not to hump Banners hand. Tears stung in his eyes. What was wrong with him?

"Too big and too low, but once they're empty and caged if Alpha Stark breaks him clean enough they might shrink back to normal."

Once he was dry? Peter swallowed hard, dread at what that might mean vibrating in his chest.

"This though..." Banner's finger brushed down one lip of his vulva, then up the other and he sighed. "Well, if anyone can fix it, Alpha Stark will be it." 

His fingers hooked under both his outer lips and pulled them apart. Peter screamed as the pain pulsed through him. "Please, stop, please... please... no," he sobbed, trying to wiggle away.

"Calm down, omega," was all the doctor said. "I know it hurts, but you'll be better soon."

As he kept his vulva pulled open wide, his thumb brushed along the inside of Peter's channel. All of Peter's begging didn't make him stop. Nobody was supposed to touch an omega there, only their mate and only in heat and now he knew why.

"There, there." Banner patted his thigh as he let go. "All done now, little o." He nodded at Barnes. "Horrible condition but we'll have to see how the progress is once he's milked and fed. I'll get his fluid tested for the suppressant level. I'd assume they are sky-high judging by the state of him. Make sure you milk him till he's empty before he gets any cum. But be careful, he is really on edge. If he's still this strung up when he's empty, a dry release won't hurt. His diet should be white entirely until his levels normalize."

"Sure thing, doc."

The look on Barnes' face had goosebumps erupt all over Peter's body. He was grinning like he was hungry for it and it had fear flood Peter's veins. As the doctor left, Barnes sat down between Peter's wide-spread legs instead. He was looking at him like he was a piece of meat, not even a person. The tray he had carried, he set down next to him.

Without another word of warning, Barnes took a firm hold of Peter's shaft. Unlike the doctor's hands, his were cold and Peter's penis twitch in reaction. His fingers moved up and down Peter's shaft, a cruel imitation of the way Peter had always rubbed his penis under the cover of night in his bed at home but his body responded nonetheless, drops of cum bubbling out of his tip. Barnes only shook his head.

"Such a thirsty little bitch," he mumbled as he reached for a slim metal rod on the tray. "If you think that's good, wait till Alpha opens you up on his cock."

His first instinct was to scramble away but he couldn't move his arms. It was like they had interlocked with the table. Tears were pouring down his cheeks and he couldn't look as Barnes brought the metal rod closer to the tip of his penis. 

"Oh.. oh god, please," he whimpered as the metal was slowly pushed inside. It was too hard, too wide, too much. The way it was scraping along the inside of his shaft. "Please, Alpha, please... urgh."

Peter screamed out hoarsely as Barnes' hand smacked down on his sore bottom, with it his shaft tightened around the solid rod that was pushed halfway into his urethra.

"It's 'Sir' for you! You only call one person Alpha in this house!"

"I'm sorry, sir... I'm sorry," he mumbled. "It... it hurts, please, I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Well, if you weren't such a little pervert playing with your cocklette all the time and getting this hard from a little spanking, I wouldn't have to stretch you out like this. It would be a lot nicer with only a cage." He laughed. "Or so they say."

The relief as he pulled out the first one was short-lived. A second, thicker one was pressed into his tip next. Peter keened at the sensation, it was like it was rubbing him raw from the inside, cold at first then heating up with every push and pull of Barnes' hand.

"Alright then, last one," Barnes announced.

It was thicker than the ones before. It felt impossibly large like his penis was bust open wide and sloppy like the lewd pictures of omega holes, leaking slick and pulsing for more. That was how his penis felt. Only this time, the metal rod went even further down his shaft like Barnes wanted to shove it right into his bladder only it wasn't his bladder that the wide end of it nudged.

"Urgh," Peter moaned as his penis twitched around the solid rod that was impaling him.

"There we are." Barnes sounded cheerful, almost excited.

It couldn't bode well for what was to come. A little ring tightened around the head of his penis, cold, unyieldingly keeping the rod in place. Then he reached for another long device, this one even thicked. Peter was about to faint at the idea that this was going to be stuffed inside his penis next, hyperventilating at the sight.

"Calm down, omega." He had left Peter's shaft bobbing between his legs and reached further down. "You won't even really feel this one in your cunt. Alpha would be mighty mad if I would stretch you out before he had the chance to break you open on his cock."

Peter sucked in puffs of air as Barnes placed the device against his back hole and pushed it in, torturously slowly. He did feel it. He felt all of it, the top scraping along the walls of his channel where nothing had ever touched him before. The body of it keeping him stretched and open.

"See, you're so wet it sucks the wand right in. It's really craving a good long cock."

He was going to burst. The sliding sensation of the wand didn't want to stop until Barnes hit another spot inside his back channel that had Peter clench around the wand in there as well as the rod plugging up his penis.

"Yes, I knew you'd love that little slut," Barnes grinned. "All you bitches love the slide of something along your channel walls, nudging your gland. You just wait until you get to squirm on a real cock. God, I wish it could be mine. Having you milk my cum out of me. Such a tight little hole."

Peter was sobbing, his hips trying to move but the table held him tightly in the same position. "Please, no... too much..."

"Too much?" Barnes snickered. "Too much for your little hole, hm?"

"Yes..." His voice was breaking. "Please, sir... please stop..."

Barnes hummed almost caringly. "Too much for the little slut, well let's take things a little slower, okay?" His hand did go slower, sliding the wand in and out of Peter's back hole. It was horrible. It was like the walls of his channel tried to hold onto it, tried to keep it inside. 

"Please," Peter sobbed. "Please, sir..."

"What do you want, omega?"

"I... I don't... I don't know."

"You really don't know anything, do you?" Barnes laughed. "You want more?"

Peter tried to nod his head, sobs bubbling out of him.

"If you want it, you beg me for it," Barnes growled. 

"Yes..." he whined. "Please... please... sir, I... I want more, please... I can't..."

Gradually, Barnes' hand went faster and faster, sliding in and out, in and out. Peter's penis was twitching around the metal, almost like it would during an orgasm but there was nowhere for his cum to go. It was horrible but so much better than the slow slide had been. His eyes rolled back in his head, his limbs shaking with the stimulation until Barnes pushed the wand inside right against his gland. Peter moaned out at the sensation.

There was something inside him that broke, not like the release of an orgasm, not like his penis would sprout his cum but more like someone had pricked a tiny hole into a very large tub of water, the liquid not rushing out but dripping, slowly, almost painfully out of his gland until there was a sound that rang around the room as loudly as Peter's moan. Like something dropping into a bucket.

"Here we go." Barnes pushed the wand against his gland again, keeping it there. "Now let all the nasty stuff out."

His chest heaving with heavy breaths, Peter squinted down between his legs. There was white fluid dripping out of the rod. The metal thing wasn't even a rod, it was a tube, draining his balls. Everything the doctor had said suddenly made sense. They were emptying out his balls.

He sobbed at the sighs, drop after drop falling into a basin on the ground beneath his feet. His penis was twitching but there was no relief, no pleasure, no real release. There was a deep smirk on Barnes' face as he held the wand deep inside Peter's channel and suddenly, the tip of the thing started vibrating.

It was too much, the sensation, he couldn't even tell if it was pain or pleasure only that his channel was clasped around it so tightly, Barnes didn't need to press it inside him anymore. His body shook, waves almost like an orgasm but there was no release, only the feeling of his channel tightening around the wand, sucking it in again and again as it pulsed, brushing the vibrating tip against his gland.

"Just enjoy it, omega." Barnes' finger was circling his rim. "Look at you, dripping wet, how your cunt clenches around the wand. Fuck, I really hope Alpha will decide that you need more than one cock splitting you open before he sells you off." His hand moved up to Peter's balls, squeezing them. "That's right, get all that nasty shit out of you. Look at you leak out of your cocklette. Can't wait for it to be all clear and sweet omega fluid."

Peter's hips were trashing as he tried to chase some form of release that just wouldn't come. Barnes' hands kept roaming over his body, touching him, pinching his nipples, slapping his ass when Peter asked him to make it stop until he was a sobbing mess.

There was no moment that Barnes let up until finally, the vibration stopped.

"There you go, omega. All empty."

"Please..." Peter whined. "Please, I'm sorry, sir. Please... please."

"I know, I know," Barnes mumbled as he loosened the ring around the head of Peter's penis. 

His own voice sounded like he was starring in a porno as Barnes pulled the tube out of him. He sounded like a bitch in heat and he wasn't even in heat.

Barnes shook his head. "Still hard, little slut. Another round then, I guess."

Before Peter could beg him for mercy, the wand was vibrating against his gland yet again. 

"No... please," he sobbed, his penis twitching. It felt wide and stretched out, like Barnes would be able to see right inside it all the way to his gland. The pressure build and build until Peter's body convulsed as Barnes squeezed his balls one more time.

It wasn't good. It was like his body was trying to come, trying to shoot out cum but there was nothing there, his balls were empty, contracting again and again but there was nothing there to squirt out of him.

"Oh... oh god..." he moaned, turning his head from one side to the other until finally the pressure went away and he was left panting on the table.

"Fuck, I should have filmed that and sold it," Barnes chuckled. "You act like a whore begging to be split open the way you squirm on that table."

Peter was panting as his eyes followed Barnes' hand. He clutched his groin, squeezing it, lip caught between his teeth as his eyes ran over Peter's body. 

"You'll look so much better locked away too."

He reached for the wand in Peter's back hole next, slowly sliding it out making Peter whimper at the sensation. Barnes only laughed. Then he took the last item off the tray. Peter twitched as Barnes' fingers curled around his penis one more time. 

"This is gonna be a tight fit." was the only warning Peter got as Barnes stuffed his penis into the metal cage. Too exhausted to fight, Peter just lay there, quietly sobbing as the metal tightened around his stretched-out penis more and more until Barnes looped another ring around his balls.

He grimaced at the result. "Well, let's hope Alpha gets you to shrink down." Then his eyes found Peter's. "I bet he's already waiting for his new little slut."

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His whole body ached as Barnes pulled him along, leash once again fastened to the collar around this neck. His hands were bound behind him once more. The cuffs were tight but they didn't hurt. It... it was something for him to hold onto. Almost grounding if it hadn't been so wrong.

At Barnes' knock on the door, Alpha Stark's voice rang immediately for them to come inside. He was sitting at the desk staring down at a bunch of documents.

"You took your time," the Alpha growled.

Barnes snorted out a low chuckle. "No more than usual, Alpha. The omega needed a little convincing to get on the exam table, but Doctor Banner was as patient as always."

"A little convincing, hm?" He didn't sound happy about that. "Come here, omega."

Peter didn't dare to hesitate. With tiny slow steps he walked up to the Alpha, eyes on his own feet.

A rough hand curled around his chin and tilted up his face. Alpha Stark was looking right at him, his eyes gleaming dangerously. "Didn't I tell you to be good, omega?"

He didn't dare to nod, to move his head at all with the hard grasp Alpha Stark had on him.

"I'm sorry... sorry, Alpha..." His voice didn't rise above a whisper.

"On your knees!"

Peter's legs folded underneath him before he could even try to stop himself. The aura the Alpha was radiating seemed too strong to resist.

No. No, it wasn't that. Couldn't be. That was just some old wife's tale, that a strong Alpha could bend an omega to their will with just their voice. Bullshit propaganda to use and abuse omegas. It wasn't true!

He was just scared. With everything they could do to him, he was completely at their mercy.

"Time for your next lesson, little one." Alpha Stark had sat back down in his chair, beckoning Peter closer.

Even after everything they had done to him already; the bench, the way they had touched him and fondled his parts, had forced his body to do things he didn't even want to think about, this was so much worse. Kneeling between the Alpha's legs made him feel smaller than any of the other things. Worthless and irrelevant.

His hands still tied behind his back, Peter had to wait for the Alpha to move though.

It wasn't like he didn't know what Alpha Stark would force on him now. No matter how much he tried to push the thought away, Stark had spelled it out clear enough before and Banners words during the exam had left no doubt what they would do to him next.

If anything he was thankful that opening the Alpha's pants had not been left to him. There would be no way in hell he could have brought himself to do that and there was no doubt of the conseqeunces if he had refused. 

Not that it was a lot better to stare at the bulge in front of him. Barnes was still in the room, when Alpha Stark's hand went for the button and then the zipper. "I'm gonna need you to take over a couple more appointments from me tomorrow, Barnes."

"Of course, Alpha." Barnes didn't sound like this came as a surprise. 

"Banner sent the results for this one and as suspected, his levels are horrendous. He'll need more than one milking session with how flooded his system is with suppressants."

Barnes only hummed his agreement, not sounding bothered by that information either. The idea of another round of the kind of torture he had just experienced had Peter shake on his knees, unable to suppress a sob.

"There, there..." Alpha Stark patted his head.

His pants were open, no underwear hiding what Peter had felt pressed against his bottom earlier. It was big. Big and fat and hard already. The tip was wet and the smell of his precum made Peter's eyes water.

"It's not your fault. Let's get you what you need, little o. This will help, too." With that, the Alpha pulled himself out of his pants. 

Before Peter could lean away, Stark's hand was in his hair. 

"Should I have Barnes get the paddle, omega? It will hurt more than my hand did, but I'm happy to give you what you need."

Peter couldn't pull his eyes away from that thing that was lying in Alpha Stark's hand, his fingers lazily running back and forth along the shaft. Along his cock. The veins on it were pulsing, more precum slowly seeping from the tip.

He was shaking. He couldn't do this. He couldn't.

"Go on then, little omega. Open up for me. We'll flush those nasty drugs right out of you. Fill you up with real alpha cum."

The cock pressed against his lips, leaving a trail of wetness along them, underneath his nose, his skin. Peter didn't remember parting his lips, only the heavy weight of the head on his tongue.

"Come on, omega. Give it up."

His eyes pressed shut, tears dropped from his lashes, running down his cheeks into his mouth like they wanted to ease the way for Alpha Stark's cock.

It was so much worse than Banner's finger had been. Gagging around a huge cock, if his parents could see him like that. They'd be mortified. Panicked little hiccoughs closed off his throat even more.

"Shh, just let me in... I promise, you'll love it. Shit, that's it..."

Barnes chuckled behind him. God, he was still there, watching as Alpha Stark sank further and furth down his throat, his mouth filling with saliva.

"I'll make sure your morning is free, alpha."

Stark hummed, his hand still on the back of Peter's head.

"I'm sure you'll make it up to me. Though it doesn't seem like you want to share this one." There was something to Barnes' tone that wasn't entirely joking.

With a grunt, Stark pushed in a little deeper. "I will, I will. Just... damn, I can feel your little tongue on my cock, omega. Yes, go on, swallow me down. Shit, his throat is so tight."

His eyes still pressed shut, Peter was trying to think of anything but the huge cock assaulting his mouth. He couldn't help but swallow the saliva that was collecting around it, couldn't help his throat pulsing, squeezing the Alpha again and again.

"Hm... responding so well to this, little one. I can smell your slick from up here." Stark's hand pulled on his hair. "You like it, don't you? The way my cock opens up your throat and with another alpha watching how I make you just take it. I knew you would."

With another grunt, Stark bottomed out in his throat, Peter's nose pressed against his flat stomach. The head of the cock was too thick. It was cutting off Peter's air, making him choke. His eyes popped open and for the first time since Alpha Stark had ordered him to his knees, he tried to pull back. He didn't want to die like this, on his knees. With his hands bound behind his back, his couldn't push the Alpha. Stark's hand in his hair tightened as Peter started to struggle against him.

"No!"

His tone was icy. It hit Peter like an cold shower. His lungs were burning, his throat so full.

"That's a punishment right there!"

Panic was surging in Peter's chest.

"Look at me, omega. This is where you belong. On your knees, servicing an Alpha."

Peter's vision was watery but as he blinked his eyes up, the hungry look on Alpha Stark's face let all the struggle melt from his bones. He just wanted it to be over. Stark wasn't moving, just held Peter on his cock like he was waiting for something. All this just to make him suffocate on a cock in the end?

"I can feel your little tongue, omega. You want to suckle, don't you?" He chuckled,  fingers rubbing against Peter's skull. "Go ahead. I'm close. Busting open your throat..." He hummed, his cock extending a little more, filling Peter's throat to the breaking point. "...busting open your throat that gets you in the right head space, doesn't it? One Alpha taking you, the other watching how you give it up. Pretending to struggle but you drool for it. Yeah, suckle all that delicious precum down. That's so good for you. All Alpha just for you, little o."

Alpha Stark did move then, but not back. Short humping motions of his hips drove the cock only deeper, the head scratching against the back of Peter's throat.

"There you go. Taking it so well. Such an obedient little pup in there, hm?"

Peter's mind was swimming but not like it had before. His throat was so full but still all of a sudden there was air. His nostrils were flaring.

The cock was moving in and out now, giving his throat a little time to relax only for Stark to push back in and open it up for himself again. Not as painful as before, not even painful at all. Just full, constant, like he belonged to him to do with as he pleased.

"Knew you could do it. And on your first try. Such a natural obedient omega," Alpha Stark grunted, his voice like soft velvet. "Shit, I can smell him from here. Barnes, would you mind checking his cunt for me."

There were footsteps behind him but Peter couldn't pull his eyes away from Alpha Stark's face, warmth collecting in his stomach. Rough hands pulled his cheeks apart, the wet sound of it rang in his ears so clearly, obscenely.

"He's dripping, Alpha," Barnes chuckled. "Smells a lot better, too."

Fingers were circling his rim, spreading his own fluids on his skin. Peter jerked as the fingers moved down to his front hole.

He gargled against the cock, trying to pull away when Stark tightened the grip on his hair. 

"Another strike!" His tone turned harsh and Peter couldn't help but whimper as it hit him squarly in thr chest. "Now, don't you spoil things for yourself, omega. You know you love it. Getting all wet, dripping onto my floor just because you finally get to choke on a real cock like the little bitch you are. You will let Barnes look you over."

Tears were running down his cheeks worse than when Stark had opened up his throat with that big cock head of his. The fingers on his front hole kept fondling him, pulling his lips apart. Even though it didn't hurt this time, his stomach was turning at how exposed he was, on his knees, his most private place laid open by one alpha for another.

"Facinating. Even his pussy lips have filled out a little." Barnes sounded almost amused. "Still dry down here but he's responding really well."

Three fingers lightly tapped his lips then moved on further down to the cock cage.

"Leaking down here, too, and I just milked you, omega." The hand pulled away and came down with a painful slap on his sore bottom. "Making it look like I didn't do my job properly. Such a horny little slut."

Stark groaned along with him. "Shit, he's moaning around my cock. Do that again."

Three more times, Barnes hand came down hard on Peter's bottom.

Alpha Stark's hips moved faster and faster, the cock head scraping along Peter's throat. "Can't wait for that ass to fill out and giggle around when I bounce you on my cock." He growled under his breath, the pull on Peter's hair no longer painful but just as strong. "Look at you, omega. Give him a finger Barnes. Just one. He's down so deep from giving his throat to me. Just one finger that he can squeeze around..."

Peter whimpered around the cock as Barnes' finger pressed past his rim, cold compared to the hot walls of his channel.

"There you go, little one. That's right, moan for me. They've made you wait for this for far too long, hm... don't worry... Alpha's gonna help... Alpha will make it all okay..." The strong tug on his hair had his eyes blink back open. "Look at me. Omega, look at me!"

His eyes shot up to Alpha Stark's face.

"Right were you belong. On your knees. Moaning around my cock. Drooling for it. And look at how you hump Barnes' finger. Such a slut."

Peter blinked. Where his hips really moving? He could hardly feel the finger now, everything so wet, only when his muscles clenched down real hard could he feel the outline of it.

"You're gonna come from the first time your throat gets to milk a cock, won't you?"

"He's clenching on my finger like he wants your cum somewhere else, Alpha," Barnes chuckled behind him, one hand kneading his bruised bottom now too. The pain was hot but only drove him further into the fire.

"Of course, he does," Stark groaned, the rhythm of his hips staggering. "You'll get it soon enough, little bitch." He moaned, loud and obscenely wet. "Here it comes. Swallow it all down."

Hot liquid hit the back of his throat. With it, Peter's eyes rolled back. What should have made him gag, did the opposite; it felt wrong to pull back so he tried to move forward, move the cock even further down his throat but the hand in his hair held him back. The pull was harsh and paired with a strong smack on his ass, Peter's entire body convulsed. His every muscle was shaking, hot cum filling his stomach.

Stark growled. "Look at you coming from your cunt. Such a good little bitch. Doing so well for your Alpha."

His body was shaking, his skin prickling but the Alpha's hand in his hair felt good. Grounding. Like it should have been right there, always.

As quickly as the feeling of serenity came, it flew away. Peter couldn't help crying while Stark was still moaning, milking his knot in his other hand as he shot load after load down Peter's throat.

What were they doing to him?

"Now, now..." Stark held him still. "Still corrupted by those drugs. Don't worry. They won't pull you out of your high for much longer. That's right, drink it all down, omega." With a sigh his eyes wandered over to Barnes. "I'm sorry to leave you hanging, but I can watch you feed him yet. Maybe get one of the girls to suck you off and have them prepare a drink for the little o? He needs as much as we can give him."

With a dirty wet sound, Barnes pulled his finger out of Peter's back hole, smearing the wettness onto Peter's cheeks.

"I understand, Alpha. I don't mind helping with this one. But I'd appreciate it if you think of me. Down the line."

"Of course, of course." He patted Peter's head like he was pup to be rented out instead of a person. "He earned himself a couple of punishments just now. Maybe we can add them up for you to deal out tomorrow? You could get him ready for me on the bench before I break in his cunt."

A shudder went through Peter's body, the cock that still lay heavy on his tongue... they couldn't... he couldn't take that. Not back there.

"Tomorrow?"

"I know it's fast but look at how eager he is even now. Drinking down my cum like he's been through proper training before."

Peter blinked up at the Alpha. The look on his face was relaxed, the smirk deep as he stared down at him.

"Didn't even think of putting up a real fight, did you, omega? You're born for this."

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Tony had locked the little omega in one of the crates over night. Originally, he had wanted to keep him in his room. It was good for them to be constantly surrounded by Alpha pheromones, especially at this stage of the training. 

The smell of Alpha triggered something in their little brains, pulling up instincts that political correctness was trying to deny.

But nature will not be denied. And Tony's nature was stirring. Not just his nature. His cock was stirring. Just looking at that little pub with his wet big eyes had Tony half hard and the thought of Peter in his room... he might have woken up dick deep in that juicy back-cunt. Or worse his underdeveloped pussy.

As much as the thought of stretching both those holes out and rutting into that little thing had his blood pumping, it was too risky. Might damage the omega and that just wasn't an option. He was a professional after all. There was a procedure to this and mounting a fresh omega that he was supposed to train in his bedroom would fuck up his reputation.

No, the little o was going to get his dick while he was strapped onto the breeding bench like he was supposed to. Everything was going to have to be done by the book on this. There was no room for mistakes. Ben Parker might have been desperate for help but he was no fool.

So instead he had wiped the cum that Peter hadn't managed to keep in his mouth off his face with a high absorbent cloth. Then he had forced a ring gag behind the omega's teeth and fastened the cloth to the gag. The mewling whines had gone straight to his cock. Good thing he had a little more control over his urges than omegas did.

Like this, Peter had a steady source of Alpha right under his nose all night long. And every time the little omega would have to try and swallow the saliva collecting in his mouth due to the gag, he'd suck some of Tony's cum out of the cloth. 

It worked like a charm. When Tony pulled the little omega out of the crate in the morning, his face was flushed, eyes a little unfocused as he stumbled into Tony's office. His office seemed to pull the omega out of his trance. He balked as he lay eyes on the breeding bench.

"Now, now..." Tony pulled on the leash that was fastened on Peter's leather collar. "Not to worry. We'll get you a little breakfast before we continue your training. Talking about training..."

He flopped onto the chair and pulled Peter across his lap, his little ass sticking out into the air.

"Hm..." His had was massaging the cheeks. They had lost all the color he had slapped onto them the day before. But that was about to change. "They look a little better today, don't they? Filling out now that we're flushing those drugs out of you."

He was gonna have Barnes take some pictures to send to Parker. It might get him a better price. The way the little omega was squirming on his lap, the way his blood was roaring just from that, Tony was getting closer and closer to admitting that he won't want to let go of the little pup.

"It's like you can't wait for my cock the way you're rubbing up against it."

Tony couldn't help but laugh when Peter froze his little heart racing.

"Now, now. Maintenance first, hm?"

His hand brushed up the omega's back then unclasped the gag at the back of his head. He worked it out of Peter's mouth and placed it on the desk instead.

"Go on then, you know what to do." His hand was back on Peter's ass, massaging the little thing to get the blood flowing, to make him really feel it. Nothing better to set the right tone for the day.

All he got out of the omega were teary little hiccoughs though.

"Omega. I'm starting to think you like racking up punishments. Barnes has two infrictions to deal out today already. I doubt you want to add to that, do you?"

"Please," he whined. "Alpha, please..."

"You need a little help?"

Peter was nodding against his leg the way he was draped over his lap.

Tony sighed, giving his ass a firm squeeze. "It's the last time, omega. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."

And boy, was he in a good mood. He squeezed one of the ass cheeks and pulled it to the side just enough to look at the tight little hole waiting for him. 

"Please, Alpha, show me my place and help me be a better omega," Tony prompted him.

The words were slurred with teary sobs as they came out of Peter's mouth but Tony didn't hesitate. As soon as he was done, his hand came down in a hard slap. The omega wiggled and cried but he stayed on Tony's lap, rubbing against his cock while his ass spasmed every time Tony spanked him.

"Th-thank you, Alpha."

Tony hummed as he grabbed hold of the same ass cheek again and once more exposed Peter's virgin backcunt. Slick was collecting at the rim. With a smile to himself, he patted the wrinkly little ass.

"You're welcome, Omega. Now..." Unceremoniously, he shoved Peter off his lap and underneath his desk then spread his legs for him. "You gonna be good, little o?"

Red-rimmed eyes looked up at him. "Yes, Alpha."

With a sigh, Tony opened his pants. He didn't hesitate to pull the omega against his half-chubbed cock. 

"Go on, pup. You earned your breakfast."

Tony's cockhead bumped against the entrance of his throat and he couldn't help but moan as he thrust deeper. The omegas throat was just as tight as it had been the day before.

"Opening up so well for me, omega. Such a good little slut."

He didn't hold back, grabing the omega by his hair as he pushed into him faster and faster. Peter's lips stretched around his cock, a mixture of precum and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Take it, omega. Here it comes." 

With a guttural groan, Tony sank into the omega's throat, his knot forming behind the little pub's teeth. 

Peter was panicking, struggling against him like he had forgotten his place already. But Tony's grip on him was tight, his cock settled firmly in his throat.

"Submit, omega!" 

He could feel the pup sniffling against his pubs, his hands had grabbed fist fulls of Tony's pants. The sheer panic in Peter's eyes was delicious. He was entirely at his mercy, learning where he belonged, choking on the cock of a powerful Alpha.

"Submit, I said!" 

A shudder went through the omega as he finally drew a breath through his nose, melting in Tony's lap.

"Good boy. That's how it's done. Milk my cock." He sighed, leaning back at last. "Can't wait for your cunt to do just that." His fingers carded through the sobbing o's hair. "Will be an even tighter fit."

It would be heaven. That tight channel flexing around him, burning even hotter than Peter's throat was right now.

There was a knock at the door and Tony couldn't help but groan.

"Yes?"

Barnes strode in. "Morning, boss!" His nose twitched, then his lips pulled into a crooked smile. "Someone had a good morning, hm?"

Tony rubbed a hand over his face. "Gotta wait for me to get down first. Then he's all yours."

The smile on Barnes's lips only widened. "I can give you two a minute if you want."

"Don't be ridiculous," Tony scoffed.

He moved his chair back. The omega between his legs whined as he was pulled along, his knees scraping through the puddle of watery omega cum he had left on Tony's carpet.

Barnes laughed. "Well, looks like someone else had fun as well, hm?" 

Just before his hand could shoot up and slap Barnes' away from the omega, Tony caught himself. What was he doing?

His eyebrows raised, Barnes bent down. His hand went down the omega's back to his ass, then further past his cunt, past his pussy, fondling his caged cocklette.

"Nasty little slut. Couldn't hold back when Alpha was feeding you his cream, hm? At least it's clearing up. Doesn't stink as much anymore with the supressant being flushed out."

Barnes patted Peter's ass and Tony could feel his throat vibrating with a low growl. Heat rose to his cheeks like it hadn't since... since he had been a little pup himself. The omega whimpered, pulling on his knot, and on instinct, Tony's hand went to his head. 

"Quiet, omega!"

He pulled Peter closer against him, his cockhead forcing itself even deeper down his throat. With a grunt, his balls contracted, releasing another spurt of cum, marking the omega deep inside. Peter desperately tried to swallow around him, milking more and more of his cream out of his cock.

Barnes slowly stood up straight. His head was bowed low in submission as he backed up towards the door of the office.

"Well, I'll give you a minute, Alpha."

Before Tony could pull himself together, Barnes had backed out of the room. Damn. The fuck was he doing?

Anger hot under his skin, he grabbed Peter's hair even tighter, rutting into his face. That damn pup was messing with his mind. Waton little slut, screaming to be fucked and bred.

But he was suppose to control his urges. Was supposed to be a profession.

Peter whimpered around his cock, struggling to breath with his nose smashed against Tony's public bone.

"Work that knot, omega. The only thing you're useful for."

It took a good 20 minutes until he could finally pull his cock free. Finally. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. In fact, it felt a little too cold, a little to uncomfortable to pull out of Peter's throat.

His mood only spiraling down, Tony stepped over the omega who was laying on the floor in his own juices, chest still heaving with deep breaths. He packed his cock away before he opened the door and waved Barnes back inside.

"Alpha..." Barnes had his head lowered in open submission to him. 

Tony couldn't deny that it helped with the agitation still boiling in his stomach.

"He racked up 3 punishments. And I want him milked after. Get him back here when you're done."

Barnes bowed down a little deeper, his voice very low. "I can work from your office, Alpha, if you prefer."

"And why would I want that?" It was a struggle to keep his voice even. Damn little slut. Like he affected him. Like he needed to see him punished. Needed to see Barnes paddle his ass red till his little nuts would be close to bursing with his disgusting suppressant-teignted omega cum.

"Tony..." Barnes's voice was only a whisper. "It's okay. I can deal with the procedures for now, while you handle things with Parker. Nobody would ever dare to--"

"I said, get the slut back here when you're done, Barnes," Tony all but growled.

"Of course, Alpha."

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Peter's head was swimming. He didn't know how he got back to his feet or out of the office but by the time his head cleared enough to recognize the feeling on his face for what it was - his own drool and the Alpha's cum cooling on his skin - his hands had been bound behind his back, no way to clean the mess from his face. If anyone would see him like this, see Barnes leading him down the corridor like this, they'd know what he had just done. On his knees. What they'd made him do.

What Stark had made him do. How he had squeezed his long, thick Alpha cock into Peter's throat. He had felt the veins pulsing on his tongue, the warm spurts of sperm that he was forced to swallow or gag on every time Alpha Stark's balls had spasmed. His mouth had worked the knot, had milked it like the Alpha had put it.

"Now, now, no whining," Barnes ordered.

He hadn't gagged him this time and as he shoved Peter back into another room, Peter couldn't help but balk at the sight of the exam chair.

"Don't test me, omega!"

"Please... please, n--urgh--"

Barnes' hand was fisting his hair, pulling his head back. "Now, think carefully what you want to beg me for!"

Peter pressed his eyes shut. His throat was uncomfortably exposed despite the collar. Barnes' mouth was close to his ear, his breath hot on Peter's skin.

"What is it you want to beg for, little bitch?"

With every wet hiccough, Peter's chest shuddered. "I.. please... I don't... please, help..."

Barnes eyes were dark, studying him quietly for a moments before he pressed his lips a little closer to Peter's exposed neck.

"Up with you," Barnes growled. "I'll help you alright..."

He shoved Peter towards the exam chair. The restraints on his hands had come loose just in time for Peter to soften his fall. His chest was heaving as he leaned against the chair, heart hammering in his chest. When he squinted over his shoulder, Barnes had his eyebrows raised.

"Up, I said! Be a good bitch now, omega."

His legs twitched. As scary as the idea to climb onto the chair was, the consequences of not doing it seemed even scarier. His chest was heaving with shallow hyperventilating breaths and as soon as his butt hit the chair, Barnes stepped up.

He pulled Peter's arms back first, stretching them over his head as far as they would go and then buckled the cuffs on Peter's wrist somewhere behind the chair. Peter' chest was overextended arching off the chair, still vibrating with nervous puffs. Next were his legs. Barnes didn't put them in the waiting stirups though. Those he folded out of the way. Then he pulled retraints down from a rig above the chair, fastened them to his ankles and pulled. Peter yelped as his legs were pulled up straight. 

"Quiet."

Barnes grabbed him by the hip and pulled his butt closer to the edge of the chair, as far as his bound arms allowed. Peter pressed his eyes shut as he whimpered, legs stretched high above him towards the ceiling, slightly parted, his shoulders aching too. His private parts were exposed to Barnes and there was nothing he could do about it.

Humming a cheery tune that Peter didn't recognize, Barnes turned away from him towards the side wall. There was a selection of paddles and whips displayed, some of them looked like they were straight out of historical textbooks for torture devices. Barnes didn't hesitate and went straight for a large black paddle.

"Now, then..." Barnes' left hand was back on him, kneading the flesh of his bud and thighs. 

Peter's heart was hammering, fear vibrating in his chest.

"Please... please don't..." he cried, he couldn't help it. This was so much worse than before, lying across Alpha Stark's lap, gagged, waiting to get spanked by his warm hand. 

"That's another five, omega," Barnes sighed, almost sounding disappointed. "Let me help you a little, hm? You're in for quite a day as it is."

He put the paddle to the side and went to the cupboard on the other side of the room instead. He had a black belt in hand when he turned back around.

"Open up!"

There was a medium sized silicon dildo attatched to the belt. Peter's mouth had fallen open without question. Barnes shoved the silicon dick in and fastened the belt behind his head before Peter could even make up his mind to struggle against it. Saliva was collecting in his mouth with the way the gag was lying on his tongue. He couldn't help but try to swallow, in turn pulling the penis gag further into his mouth. It didn't quite reach his throat, so it wasn't able to block the mewling whine that bubbled out of him.

"Now, now, I know. Not quite as nice as Alpha Stark's cock, hm? It'll do for now."

Hot shame burned in his stomach at the memory of Alpha Stark pushing into his throat.

"There you go, good little bitch." Barnes patted his cheeks with the back of his hand. "Feels good, suckling, hm?"

Peter pressed his eyes shut, the smug look on Barnes face was almost as torturous as the devices he had put on him. The way his body was strechted because of the retrains, the gag in his mouth too short for his throat to squeeze around. And the metal cage around his penis that was growing tighter by the minute.

His hand was back on Peter's butt, massaging it. His backhole was leaking.

Just that thought made Peter whimper in embarassment.

The gag muffled his scream when Barnes hit him for the first time. He had never felt pain like this, so much worse than Alpha Stark's hand spanking him.

The paddle landed on his butt and thighs again and again, his mind too dilerious to keep count. 

"Am I gonna have to start all over again or will you finally submit?"

Peter whined, tried to nod, to plead, anything to make the Alpha stop. Then all of a sudden he did.

Peter's chest was heaving with frantic breaths. When he opened his eyes, Barnes had stepped to the side of the exam table, leaning over him.

"There you go. Good bitch." His hand was back on his butt.

The touch stung but didn't feel anywhere as bad as the paddle had against his blazing backside.

Barnes' hand went between his legs. Like the day before he rubbed at his backhole until he quickly inserted a long wand. Peter couldn't hold back a moan. It was pressing against that spot deep inside his channel, making his whole body scream for more, betraying him because he knew how wrong this was, the alpha raping him with this weird device.

It was all so wrong. Especially the tingle that went through his body straight to his penis.

Unlike the day before, his penis was trapped though. He couldn't get hard, couldn't rub it even if he'd wanted to. The cage was so small the constant pressure was driving him mad. His chest felt ready to explode when Barnes turned on the wand. It was vibrating deep inside him.

"Good bitch," Barnes murmured. 

It didn't hurt when he grabbed Peter's balls, massaged them with a strong grip.

Peter couldn't help trying to hump against his hand as much as the restrains allowed. He needed it. Needed the release.

"Rutting like a mindless dog. Behave!" Barnes voice turned cold once again but the slap on Peter but was hot. His moan was muffled by the dildo in his mouth. Everything hurt. His backside, his insides, his cocklet pulsing in the cage.

"I know, you want him, little one..." Barnes sighed. "Let's get this over with."

He held Peter's hips down as his cocklet slowly leaked all over him, emptying his balls.

"There, there, suckle on that plastic cock like a good bitch. I know it's not the cock you want but it's all your getting now." Barnes patted his flank. "It'll make everything easier, I promise."

Peter came to by the time Barnes took off the restraints, unsure if he had passed out. For just a moment, he had almost forgotten where he was, what had been done to him, but his limbs were like jelly. No strength left to fight, he at least didn't get himself another punishment.

"Poor little bitch," Barnes mumbled as he pulled him off the chair. "Alpha Stark will make is all better..." He cleared his throat but the "eventually" didn't escape Peter's ears. "He'll break you open good and clean on that nice cock of his. Such a happy day for a little omega, hm?"

Peter couldn't talk, even with the dildo no longer strapped to his face. His head just seemed empty and when his naked feet hit the ground, he could only wonder, how his legs didn't buckle underneath him.

Barnes kept sighing, muttering about how good Peter was being as he pulled him back down the hallway to Alpha Stark's office.

The Alpha didn't look up when they entered. "Just put it on the bench, Barnes. I'll deal with it then."

"Yes, Alpha." Barnes pulled on the leash and Peter stumbled along.

Barnes' hands were rough like they were made off sandpaper. But as much as he tried to struggle, he was no match for the alpha. His stomach hit the leather of the breeding bench, his arms and legs tied tightly into position. The back of the bench was raised so his butt was the highest point, presented to the Alpha who was planning to violate him, to fuck his backhole open on his fat cock.

"Please..." Peter mewled, pulse rising.

"Hush now," Barnes snapped at him then turned away towards Alpha Stark. His voice dropped to a whisper. "He's down pretty deep. I think... listen, he's dropped fast. Maybe flushing out the supressives so fast or maybe..." Barney pulled in a deep breath. "Alpha, you're affected. Maybe it's his scent. I know it's rare, but maybe he's... well... "

Alpha Stark pushed out a throaty laugh. "A perfect match? You read to many romance novels, Barnes." The Alpha's chair squeaked as he pushed it away from the desk. "And now what, you want to take him off my hands? To protect my professional honor? Break him in yourself?"

The Alpha was angry, truly angry.

"Of course not, sir." Barnes sounded almost timid. "Nobody would ever doubt your professionalism, Alpha. I just... I just noticed, prepping him. He's... well, he's in distress and--"

"In distress, hm?" The Alpha sounded dangerous as he stalked across the room.

Before Peter had time to brace himself, Alpha Stark's hand came down on his behind with a series of hard, fast slaps. But the pain was like one hot wave after another. He couldn't help but moan, nowhere for him to move.

"Just a little slut, aren't you?" Alpha Stark growled. "Were just waiting to give it up to anyone. Couldn't wait to spread your legs for Barnes here, can you?"

He did something to the table, spreading Peter's legs including the restraints, offering Peter's backhole up even better. His hands were warm, spreading his cheeks open to the room. 

"Mhh, it's winking at me. That excited for a proper cock. Time to put you in your place."

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It was a sight, the little omega squirming on his breeding bench. His ass was flushed red from the spanking, already starting to fill out from being fed potent Alpha cum like it was meant to be. 

Tony’s mouth was watering as he spread Peter’s legs wide. He was bound to the bench tightly, nowhere to go no matter how much he was struggling against the restraints. All it did was to make that little ass bounce right in front of Tony.

"Look at that cunt, it's just begging for cock."

The omega’s muffled whines only made Tony grow harder, the way he tried to plead, the smell of despair but the dildo in his throat made it impossible for Peter to do anything but gag. 

"Naughty bitch," Tony hissed. His hand came down on Peter's ass again and again, until the pain was short circuiting the omega’s brain. Until he gave in, accepting his fate. Submitted to his Alpha. He couldn't move away from the Alpha's big hand, was forced to just lie there in the office on display for anyone who might walk in.

Tony groaned at the thought of putting the bitch on display in a more public setting. It was the most enjoyable part about the liberal bitches: having to submit to an Alpha in public, no matter how well they were trained in the end, omegas like Peter would never not struggle with being used in front of other people.

It was perfect, almost reason to thank  liberal knotheads like this omega’s parents.

"There you go, submitting like a good little bitch. Omegas need the pain, need to embrace it, Barnes. Remember that,” Tony growled when Peter had finally given in, lying there, taking the pain.

“You think that hurts, bitch? Just wait until I open you up on my cock.“

He was rock hard in his pants. Again and again his eyes drifted to the boy’s pussy that was still hidden between skinny pussy lips. Nowhere as juicy as his cunt. Not yet. He’d get the bitch there.

First things first.

Tony grabbed the little ass with one hand, kneading it while the omega only whined, muscles twitching but not daring to move.

”See that, Barnes? Gotta show them their place. ‘Specially the broken ones, the ones that had their heads filled with disgusting gender ideology.” With a sigh his other hand moved to his pants, freeing his Alpha cock. “They are so misguided, don’t know how to be good omegas to their Alphas.”

He growled deep in his throat, “gotta break them good and thorough.”

Precum was dripping from the tip of Tony’s cock. That and his own slick was all that Peter was gonna get. The bitch was wet but it would still burn. After all that was the point.

In the end he’d be gushing with slick as well as with Tony’s cum.

There was no warning. Tony simply took him, cock kissing the wet cunt for a second as he moaned at the heat that was radiating off the kid. With one swift thrust he pushed his length almost halfway in.

The bitch squealed, high pitched and hysterical.

”Ah, so-fucking-tight!” He thrust with every word, needed 5 in the end until he was balls deep inside that virgin cunt.

Not even the dildo in his throat could stop Peter’s desperate cries of pain as Tony was making room for his cock, tight walls wet but not giving in all that easily. 

”That’s it, little bitch. Open up, let me in.”

One hand on Peter’s hip, the other tangled in his hair, Tony held himself flush against that little ass. The omega was struggling now, clenching around him with every twitch of his body, some desperate attempt to keep the fat cock out, but all Peter managed with that was to make this feel better for Tony.

“God, he’s throbbing around my cock like he wants to milk my cum deep into his belly.”

Deep breaths. This was the tightest cunt Tony had ever had the fortune to break open on his cock and he was way too riled up, way too close to blowing his load straight away. The bitch was intoxicating.

”Do me a favour, Barnes. Take off that gag.”

It wasn’t protocol, but Tony wanted to hear him plead, to submit properly.

He had to let go of his grip on the bitch’s hair for Barnes to rip off the straps that had kept the fake cock in Peter’s mouth. The idea came to him to replace it with Barnes’ cock instead. It would make him choke so sweet as Barnes pushed into his throat, would make him squirm on Tony’s knot and judging by the tent in his pants, Barnes would be more than up for it.

But as hot as the thought was, even just Barnes’ hand on the omega’s head made Tony’s vision go white with alpha rage. The little bitch was his to put in its place.

Barnes was smart enough to back up against the wall. He didn’t touch his cock, wouldn’t unless invited by his Alpha to do so. His eyes were on Peter’s though soaking up the desperate little cries.

”Please… Alpha, please…”

”That’s it, let me hear you, omega.” He wasn’t begging for Tony’s knot, not yet. Was struggling against the restraints.

But soon he would be. Would beg to be bred. They all did in the end.

With a grunt, Tony started to move. The walls of Peter’s cunt were hot, clinging to him.

”Such a greedy slut. Open up for your Alpha.”

„Ha - ha - ha,“ he sobbed, vibrating around Tony’s cock with every thrust.

The squelching sounds coming from Peter’s cunt were driving him insane, wet slick mixing with precum steadily dripping from Tony‘s cock ready to be absorbed by the bitch‘s walls.

He fucked Peter harder than he was supposed to but he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind. It wasn’t done nowadays, deemed as too inconvenient to have an omega cum addicted but the thought to have this little bitch thoroughly at his mercy, that he‘d spend his days begging for Tony‘s cock instead of wasted at some Ivy League school like his loser parents had planned. The control Tony would have over him. The struggle the little slut would live every day between the humiliation to ask for what he was craving and what he had been brought up to want.

Tony‘s thrusts intensified. Yes. He‘d have to deal with Ben Parker but this bitch was gonna be his.

“Alpha, Alpha, please, please,“ Peter sobbed, his voice strained.

„That‘s right, try and beg for mercy,“ Tony growled. 

„Please, help, please…“ 

Tony growled deeply when he realized, Peter and Barnes eyes were locked. The dumb little pub really thought Barnes could help him. Or would. Still thought that there was a chance that he might escape his destiny.

He knot was gonna pop if he wasn’t careful. He leaned forward, covering the omega with his body, pressing him into the breeding bench, his cock rutting deep into the hot cunt.

“Poor little bitch, you think Barnes wants to help?“ He chuckled, groping Peter all over. „The only thing he wants to do is stick his own cock in one of your holes.“

The omega’s sobs were sweet music for Tony‘s cock. His knot was definitely starting to bulge up. With another chuckle, he licked up Peter‘s face, tasting the sweet pup tears tasting of the innocence he was robbing this body of.

“What do you say, Barnes?“

“Alpha…“ Barnes‘ voice was shaking, dark eyes still focused on Peter‘s face. „Are you sure?“

“Tell me what you want to do to the bitch!“

His hands twitched like he had to stop himself from touching the big bulge in his pants. „Wanna fuck his throat,“ Barnes mumbled. „Wanna knot that cumhole, make the bitch gag when I rut into his face.“

Tony groaned as Peter‘s struggle on the bench only intensified, his cunt so tight, it took a lot of force to move his cock deeper. 

For a moment, Tony did contemplate spit roasting the bitch, but not the first time. The first time was his. 

„Take your cock out and mark him,“ he growled through his teeth.

Barnes didn’t hesitate, didn’t even seem disappointed. He had his cock in his hand in moments, massaging the growing knot.

“See the knot on him, omega?“

Peter sobbed but he couldn‘t take his eyes off Barnes cock.

Tony‘s moth was close over his ear, grunting with every thrust. „Mine‘s bigger.“

With a handful of strong thrusts, his growing knot pushed into the virgin cunt. 

Peter screamed at the stretch.

“That‘s right. Embrace the pain. That‘s all you‘re good for.“

Tony rutted against his ass. This was heaven. He could feel the walls of the bitch‘s channel around his expanding knot, firm and tight but slowly making room for him. He was shaping that cunt just for himself.

Then finally, his knot popped fully, Peter screeching high-pitched and panicked as his walls gave in, submitting to Tony‘s cock. With a deep groan, Tony grabbed him by the neck, stretching his own back high to get the maximum leverage. The omega was twitching underneath him, cunt contracting around his knot.

“That‘s right bitch. Milking me like a pro already.“

Barnes hadn‘t needed much, had kept his moans to a minimum until he blew his load all over the omega‘s face.

„Feed it to him,“ Tony ordered and Barnes jumped into action. His fingers collecting the cum off Peter‘s face and pushing deep into his throat.

“There you go, omega. Getting what you need in two holes.“

Peter made no attempt to struggle now. Thoroughly broken in, he was whining and sobbing but didn’t resist Barnes feeding him while his cunt still pulsed, milking Tony‘s balls empty.

“Good, now go and get me that black plug from my desk, Barnes. Need to bitch to be swollen with my cum by the end of the day.“