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“All in,” Tony says, sliding all of his poker chips towards the middle of the table. There is no way he’s going to lose this one. Not with a Straight Flush starting at six.
And yet, Bucky is smirking, mirroring his motion. “All in.”
“Why don’t you just give up? We all know you’re bluffing.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
Steve, Sam, Rhodey and Clint chuckle. It’s been a fun poker round indeed; one by one they’ve all given up, except for Tony and Bucky.
“I’m willing to give you another million on top of that.”
“Make that two. Give up, Tony, you’re not gonna win this round.”
Narrowing his eyes to slits, Tony tries to read Bucky’s poker face. He’s starting to get a little nervous… what if he isn’t bluffing? It’s not that he cares about the money, but… Bucky probably doesn’t either. “Why don’t we raise the stakes? If you’re that confident, I’m sure you won’t mind offering me your memory box.”
Not that Tony would have any interest in the stupid box, but Bucky considers it his most valuable possession. It contains souvenirs from some of the cute college girls and boys he murdered. A muscle in Bucky’s face twitches. “Forget it.”
Got you. “Guess you were bluffing then.”
Groaning, Bucky exchanges a swift glance with Steve. “All right. What are you willing to give me in case you lose?”
“Another five million?”
“Come on, we both know you give a shit about that.” When Steve whispers something into Bucky’s ear, he grins. “Good idea. How about you let me have the kid for one night.”
Wait, what? “The… kid?”
“Yeah. And just so we’re clear; I intend to fuck him.”
“That’s not an option.” Against his will, Tony blushes a bit. “He’s not- I mean-”
“Someone’s a chicken,” Bucky laughs, winking at Steve. The others join in the laughter, causing Tony to fume.
“I am not a chicken. I just don’t want you to be too rough. I like him tight and… undamaged. He’s mine. If you desperately want your own toy, get yourself one.”
“You know what’s funny?” Bucky’s eyes glisten threateningly. “That you fucked my boyfriend and didn’t even ask me beforehand.” At this, Steve shifts from one foot to the other, but Tony ignores him.
“I missed the part where that’s my problem. You weren’t even exclusive until a few weeks ago and I have no fucking idea what this has to do with Peter. He’s not my fucking boyfriend.”
“You already let me and Steve play with him before. What changed?”
To his utmost horror, Tony starts sweating. “Nothing, I just- I mean, I was there that time. I stayed in control.”
“All right, last offer: Steve and you can join me. We’re not gonna do anything you don’t want us to do.”
As much as Tony hates the idea of sharing Peter, he can’t help getting a tiny bit aroused. Steve and him sometimes shared people during their relationship (and beyond), and it was always fun… Bucky isn’t ugly either… Besides, he let them play with Peter at the bank because he’d thought it was hot, so… yeah. What has changed?
He’s in love with the kid, that’s what’s changed.
Fuck it. Tony can’t let them know. Also, he has one of the best hands in the game, so the odds are definitely in his favor. “Okay. Deal.”
“Wait, what? You can’t be fucking serious,” Clint pouts. “This isn’t fair. You always said that-”
“Bucky hasn’t won yet, Clint. And he won’t. Because I” – smirking, Tony shows off his cards - “have a Straight Flush.”
When Bucky’s eyes widen, Tony laughs triumphantly, convinced he’s won. However, the laughter dies in his throat when Bucky grins, showing off his cards as well. “Pride goes before the fall.”
No. It can’t be… That fucking bastard has a Straight Flush as well; his, however, starts with eight.
Well. Shit.
Peter has just turned off the stove when he hears the door unlocking. Quickly, he pours the sauce onto the plates. “Just in time, sir. Dinner is ready.”
“Guess you can say that.”
Peter has never turned around faster. Since when do Bucky and Steve have a key to the house? “Um… Mr. Stark didn’t tell me- I mean, I only made two servings, but y-you can have mine, sirs. I am sorry.” Why didn’t Tony tell him that Bucky and Steve would come over for dinner?
To Peter’s misfortune, the cabinet doors are locked, meaning he can’t even prepare more than the two plates Tony put down for him earlier. Cursing, he pulls at the handle a little harder, only to wince terribly when he feels a strong body behind him. “Don’t bother, doll. We’re not hungry for food.”
With a gasping shriek, Peter tries to turn around, but Bucky presses him against the counter, wrapping one arm around him. “L-Let me go, p-please.”
“We’re not here to hurt you,” Steve says, appearing to Peter’s right. One of his hands moves up to caress Peter’s cheek. “We’ll make sure you like it, this time.”
Completely shell-shocked, the boy freezes. Just when panic threatens to overcome him, a noise coming from the doorway draws his attention. Tony. The man’s eyes sparkle with anger as he clears his throat, causing Bucky to back off a bit.
“S-Sir,” Peter cries, taking the opportunity to squirm free. Before he knows it, he’s running up to Tony, flinging his arm around the man’s neck. “I’m so glad you’re here.” It’s sad that he actually means it.
Tony shifts a bit, gently, yet firmly, pushing Peter away from him. “Um… why don’t you two go ahead?" Tony says, glancing at the other two men. "I… want to talk to him for a sec.”
Confused, Peter watches Steve and Bucky walk into the bedroom. When he turns his attention back to Tony, he notices that Tony's shifting from one foot to the other, barely daring to look Peter in the eye. “S-Sir… what’s going on?”
“We’re gonna, um, do something different tonight. Put the food in the fridge and then… come to the bedroom with me.”
He can’t be serious. “B-But… they are in th-there.”
“They will join us.”
It takes a few seconds until Peter has fully comprehended what is implied. “B-But I thought that I... that I was your g-good boy,” he sobs, his shaking legs threatening to give in. “Please, sir, I- I’m sorry if I d-did something w-wrong, please don’t p-punish me, n-not like this… Please!”
“This is not punishment. I um, I have no choice.”
“W-What? Why not?”
“I… lost a poker game. I promised them a night with you – with us – and as you know, I keep my promises.”
A poker game? Feeling betrayed, Peter steps back, staring at Tony with as much anger and disgust as he can manage. “Y-You promised me something too, though. You promised me that you wouldn’t give me to them if I- if I’m good.”
“Actually, I said that I won’t rent or whore you out to them. And since I’m not getting anything in return-” Tony sighs as Peter sobs more violently than ever. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? But they have already had you, in a way, so it’s not that bad, huh?”
Fuck you. Peter doesn’t dare to say it out loud, but he glares daggers at Tony, hoping he can feel what he’s thinking of him right now. It vastly irritates the man. “May I remind you what you told me at the beach? When I gave you the flogging? You said I could punish you however I pleased and that you’d accept it if I gave you to my friends.”
“That was because I fucked up. I knew I deserved to get punished, sir, but that doesn’t mean I want to… get raped by them.”
“Well, it’s not like I need your permission. You’re going to do as I say, and if you don’t want us to hurt you, you better change your fucking attitude.”
Whimpering, Peter realizes that Tony has a point. This is going to happen, whether he likes it or not. His old self would have argued that it made a difference if he just let it happen or if he, at least, tried to resist and prevent it, but what’s the point? He doesn’t want to get hurt and shamed more than absolutely necessary.
Maybe Peter should see it as a… chance to prove himself and show Tony that he actually is his good boy... An obedient, perfect slave. If he doesn’t want to disappoint Tony and risk it happening again, he has to be cooperative.
“Y-You’re right, sir. I’m sorry. I will be g-good. I’m just... scared.”
In an instant, Tony looks more pleased than irritated. “I won’t let them hurt you, I promise. We’ll take it slow.”
Didn’t Bucky and Steve also say that they wanted Peter to like it? How would that even be possible? It has taken Peter months to like endure it when Tony touches him, and they don’t even know what buttons they need to push to make him feel good.
They don’t know him. Only Tony does… At this point, Peter even thinks that Tony knows him better than Peter knows himself.
The boy feels like walking towards his execution when he opens the bedroom door five minutes later. He fights down the desperate urge to cry and retch when he sees that the three men are already naked, bar boxers. It doesn’t really help either that Steve and Bucky are even more… good-looking than Tony. He doesn’t want this.
The tears start to fall when they walk up to him; they are so large and intimidating. Seeing Peter cry seems to change Tony’s mind, though. He asks his friends to hold on and move to stand next to the bed. Then, he walks up to Peter on his own, smiling encouragingly. “Pretend it’s just us two for now, okay?”
He pulls Peter over to the bed, where he orders him to undress and lay on his back. Shaking, the boy complies, trying to calm down. Bucky and Steve have already seen him getting abused and participated in it on one occasion each. He can do this.
After climbing on top of him, Tony starts the show by kissing and nibbling on Peter's neck – Peter’s weak spot. As Tony licks his way down his collarbone, nipples – Peter’s second weak spot – and stomach, his cock gets hard embarrassingly fast. When Tony has reached Peter's cock, he tells Peter to close his eyes.
Even without the shift of the mattress, Peter would have known that Tony’s changing places with one of the others. He forces himself to keep his eyes closed and pretend that it’s Tony who’s– wait, what? In what reality would he ever pretend that it’s Tony pleasuring him? Dear. god.
The feeling of something wet licking over the head of his cock snaps Peter out of his alarming thoughts. Involuntarily, he moans, his fingers digging into the sheets.
“Does it feel good?” Tony whispers in his left ear, making it official that it’s not him who’s started lapping at his cock.
“Um… y-yes, sir.”
“That’s good. Now, can you open your mouth for me? Keep your eyes closed.”
A hand that doesn’t feel like Tony’s gently grabs his chin, tilting his head. The mattress gives in a bit when someone on Peter’s right side moves. A few seconds later, he feels something wet poking against his lips. Fighting down the urge to cry again, Peter opens his mouth even wider, sticking out his tongue. Although he doesn’t remember the taste and smell of Bucky’s cock, he assumes this is Steve, for some reason.
Steve’s cock is… thick. Definitely thicker than Tony… hopefully, it isn’t longer as well…
To his greatest relief, Steve takes it slow. He lets Peter get used to his size, always waiting a bit before pushing in another inch. His pre-cum tastes slightly more bitter than what Peter’s used to, but to his own surprise, he’s not really disgusted by it.
After a few minutes, Peter starts to feel less tense. It isn’t that different to sucking off Tony. What does it matter whose cock he’s forced to suck? A cock is a cock. It’s not like he’s ever going to actually enjoy doing it.
In an effort to be good and please Steve, Peter uses his tongue as much as he can, alternating between licking and sucking. He even feels brave enough to wrap his fingers around the man’s shaft that doesn’t fit into his mouth, whimpering a bit when he realizes how many inches are still left. It’s never going to fit.
It’s getting harder to concentrate when Bucky takes Peter all the way down to his base. Tony barely ever does that, but every time it happens, Peter becomes a sobbing mess.
Just like he does now. Tears spill from Peter’s eyes as Bucky hollows his cheeks, sucking and lapping as his cock as if it was the sweetest bit of candy he’s ever tasted, sending a pleasant shudder through Peter from head to toe. It feels so fucking good.
Peter’s moans and cries are muffled by the cock filling his mouth, and although he tries to continue sucking, he can’t. He’s incapable of concentrating on anything else than his building orgasm, and when he finally remembers that he has no idea how to ask for permission like this, it’s almost too late.
He tries to draw back his head, but he’s stopped by a hand grabbing his hair. “You’re not done, boy,” Tony whispers in his ear.
“Bh-eez,” he chokes out, his hips bucking up. He tries to push Steve away from him, but two hands grabbing both of his wrists prevent him from doing so. “Do you want to cum?”
Sobbing, Peter nods, moving his head as best as he can.
“What do you think, Steve? Should we let him?”
“Hm… I don’t know,” Steve’s voice comes from Peter’s right, confirming his assumption. “What about his refractory period?”
Tony dismisses his concerns with a chuckle. “No need to worry about that. Give him five minutes and he’s as good as new.”
“Fuck,” Steve groans, pushing in until Peter gags a bit. “You’re a lucky little thing, you know that?”
“-Ehs, f-fir,” Peter sobs, about to die. “Bh-eez -emmy -um!”
“He’s cute when he begs, isn’t he?”
“He is… Shit, I want to see him get wrecked.”
Hearing them mock him is humiliating, sure, but it’s not like it was at the bank. Peter doesn’t know what makes the difference, but it doesn’t seem mean, this time. Not really. It feels more like those clearly consensual, though kinky porn scenes Tony sometimes makes Peter watch.
In a desperate attempt to change Steve’s mind, Peter moves his head forward, trying to take as much of Steve’s cock as possible. The man groans at this, grabbing a fistful of Peter’s hair to hold him steady as he thrusts into him. His other hand lets go of Peter’s wrist and closes around his throat instead, choking him. “Let him cum.”
Despite feeling rather anxious about the hand on his throat, Peter climaxes as soon as Tony hums in agreement, unable to hold it back any longer. Wheezing, the boy cums hard, his body convulsing and jerking in the tight grip Tony and Steve have on him.
To his greatest astonishment, Bucky keeps his mouth on his cock, swallowing and literally sucking out every last drop Peter has to give. It’s rather unexpected considering Peter had spit out Bucky’s cum at the bank, and against better judgment, Peter suddenly feels guilty. He shouldn’t have made such a fuss back then… after all, Flash had to pay the price for Peter’s stupidity.
Overstimulated and in a desperate need of air, Peter starts to squirm, trying to yank free of Steve’s and Tony’s strong holds. As Bucky stops sucking, Steve eases his grip on Peter’s neck and pulls his cock out of Peter’s mouth. Relieved and exhausted, the boy greedily breathes in the fresh air, trying to come down from his high.
“When you’re back with us, open your eyes and get on your knees,” Tony orders.
It takes him a while to come to. Eventually, Peter carefully squints through his lids, staring right at Bucky towering over his crotch still, smirking. “Um…th-thank you, s-sir,” Peter stutters, blushing terribly.
“You’re welcome,” Buck groans, grabbing his own proud erection to give it a quick stroke. “May I fuck him, Tony?”
“Are you ready?” Tony asks Peter, who nods against better judgment. He’s not ready, but he never will be. Remembering Tony’s previous order, Peter hurries to get on his knees. His stomach clenches when, as Bucky lines up behind him, Steve and Tony move to his front.
“All right, here’s what you’re gonna do,” Tony says, handing Bucky a bottle of lube. “Since you’re the only one who’s had an orgasm already, you’re going to pleasure me and Steve with your mouth and hand while Bucky’s fucking you, okay?”
How in the world is he supposed to do this? “O-Okay, sir.”
He flinches when Bucky’s finger brushes against his rim, gently massaging it before slipping one digit in. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re still a virgin, doll… Shit, you’re fucking tight.”
Having no idea how to respond to it, Peter glances up at Tony, who fortunately seems to realize he’s too overwhelmed to answer by himself. “I know, right? He’s the perfect... toy.”
“Where can I get one?” Bucky groans, quickly pushing in a second digit. He scissors and curls his fingers until Peter instinctively pushes back, moaning. “Shit. He came like five minutes ago.”
“Told you. Technically, he can do multiple prostate and penile orgasms… I’ve seen him squirt three times without interruption before he went dry.”
“I gotta hand it to you, Tony. You’ve worked your wonders with this one.”
For some reason, Peter doesn’t really mind them getting off on talking about him like this. As long as he doesn’t have to participate in the dirty talk, he’s good.
As Bucky starts to fingerfuck him, Steve tells Peter to open his mouth, slipping his cock past his lips as soon as he does. Although it triggers memories from the abuse he’s had to go through at the bank, he manages to fight down an anxiety attack.
At least, the position makes it a lot easier for Peter to show off his skills and demonstrate everything he’s learned in the last couple of months. Even though Bucky’s fingers brushing against his prostate are rather distracting, he eagerly licks, sucks and bobs his head, feeling almost proud whenever Steve jerks his hips forward, moaning loudly.
Since Peter still doesn’t manage to fit his whole length into his mouth, he intends to use his right hand as an aid once more, but before he can wrap his fingers around Steve’s base, Tony grabs his wrist and puts it on his own cock, tsking. “You’re not forgetting about me, of all people, are you?”
Whimpering around Steve’s cock, Peter shakes his head. He tries to look at Tony, but can’t, when Steve grabs his hair again, preventing him from turning his head too much. “Take a deep breath, boy,” he says before pulling almost all the way out.
Knowing what’s about to happen, Peter obliges, bracing himself for Steve thrusting back in so fast and deep it makes him gag. His eyes water when Steve eventually withdraws a bit, dragging spit with him. Drooling and coughing, Peter tries to focus on Tony as well, starting to jerk him off.
He’s so occupied that he barely realizes Bucky smearing more lube around and into his entrance before lining himself up. Once Peter feels something big pushing into him, however, he gasps, instinctively jerking forward and swallowing more of Steve’s cock.
“Does it hurt?” Bucky asks, hesitating. Why does he even ask? It’s not like they’ve ever given a shit about Peter before… When Peter doesn’t respond, Tony tells Steve to pull out for a sec.
“Peter, Bucky asked if it hurt.”
“A- A bit, sir. It’s okay, though.”
“All right. Tell us if you it hurts too badly. I don’t want you to tear open.”
“I- I will. Thank you, sir.”
Whereas Bucky continues to push in, Steve and Tony turn towards one another, kissing and touching each other instead of forcing Peter to touch them. To Peter’s greatest annoyance, it feels rather… weird seeing Tony kiss someone else, so he focuses on Bucky pushing into him. Gritting his teeth, he tries to relax, taking deep, steady breaths. It’s just sex. No big deal.
Luckily, Bucky isn’t bigger than Tony; once Peter’s used to his thickness, the man slips in more easily. “You good?” Bucky asks after he’s bottomed out.
“Y-Yes,” Peter stutters.
At this, Tony stops pleasuring Steve’s, who wastes no time guiding Peter’s mouth back on his cock. “Just a heads up – I’m close.”
When Bucky starts to move, Peter grunts, still feeling slightly more pain than what he’s used to. As the man snaps his hips forward rather aggressively, the boy’s pushed further against Steve’s groin, causing him to gag once more. Jesus, why is he so big? It’s not like Tony is small in the first place…
Speaking of, in order to satisfy Tony as well, Peter fiddles for his cock to continue jerking him off. His left arm trembles from the exhaustion of holding himself upright somewhat steadily, but after a particularly forceful thrust from Bucky, it gives in. If it wasn’t for Steve’s hold on his hair, Peter would have gotten impaled on his cock.
“Shit, sorry, doll,” Bucky chuckles, gripping his hips so tightly Peter whimpers. As he struggles to get back into the position he was in before, he involuntarily pulls on Tony’s cock too forcefully, causing the man to hiss. “Be a little more careful, will you? You’re about to rip my cock off.”
“-orwy,” Peter chokes out, easing his grip. A second later, he’s forced to let out a shamefully loud moan when Bucky tries a different angle, hitting his sweet spot.
“Fuck, that feels amazing… Do that again, Buck,” Steve groans, fucking faster into Peter’s mouth. Hoping it will help him reach his orgasm faster, Peter straight out moans again, not holding back when Bucky’s cock continuously rubs against his prostate. After a few seconds, he starts to cry again, though not because of pain; he’s just too overwhelmed by everything that’s happening to him.
“You say he can cum from this alone?” Bucky pants, speeding up.
“Technically, yes,” Tony responds, leaning forward to brush away one of Peter’s tears. “It’s taken us months, though, and I’m afraid he’s too distracted right now to relax and focus accordingly. So, if you want him to cum, you’ll have to use your hand.”
“Not sure he deserves that just yet,” Bucky groans, delivering a harsh blow to one of Peter’s buttocks. His pained, yet slightly aroused yelp seems to do it for Steve. “F-Fuck, I’m gonna shoot my load all the way down your throat, boy.”
Bracing himself, Peter gags and coughs as Steve thrusts into his mouth one last time. His hot cum hits the backside of Peter’s throat in spurts, and almost eagerly, he tries to swallow everything to show Tony what a good boy he can be. However, as Steve pulls out, he still drags some cum and lots of spit with him. The man then moves behind Peter as well, and by the sound of it, he’s kissing Bucky, who’s perfectly angled thrusts become faster and more erratic almost instantly.
Drooling, Peter tries to lower his hips to get some friction for his abandoned, leaking cock, but Bucky’s painful grip on his hips prevent him from doing so. His embarrassingly needy moans turn into sobs as his foggy mind tries to focus on pumping Tony’s cock, but he barely even knows how to move his hand anymore.
“Fuck, ba-y…You look so hot right now… wish you could see yourself,” Tony groans, thrusting into Peter’s hand. He almost called him baby again… in front of the others, no less. He can’t fail him. “M-May I pl-ea-ease tou-oh- oh-god, ” Peter stutters, apparently unable to form any more coherent sentences.
“May you what? Touch yourself? I don’t think so. You still owe Bucky and me an orgasm, so keep on pumping my cock, you needy little slut.”
Peter almost wishes he’d be able to relax enough to cum on Bucky’s cock; he can’t take it anymore; he needs to touch himself. However, before he can even try to move his left arm off the bed, intending to hold himself upright just by Tony’s cock, the man orders Steve to twist it behind his back.
Peter yelps as he loses balance once again, but three pairs of hands prevent his upper body from falling onto the mattress, rendering him almost immobile. “Tsk, tsk. What did I just tell you?”
“I- I’m s-s-sorry,” Peter sobs, squirming desperately. Focus! Clumsily, he moves his hand up and down Tony’s shaft until a violent thrust from Bucky knocks all air out of him.
“I’m close,” the man behind him gasps, snapping his hips forward somewhat sloppily now, clearly chasing his release. Peter both dreads and looks forward to the end; it does feel better than expected, but he’s about to go insane.
A minute later, Bucky thrusts into him one last time, painting Peter’s insides white. Knowing that from now on, Tony won’t be the only one who’s besmirched and shamed him like this, feels a little… weird.
“If you want to see him cum like this, hold him tight,” Tony tells Steve, pulling Peter’s hand off his cock. Bucky slowly softens inside of Peter, but when he pulls out, Tony quickly replaces it with the vibrating plug he’s fetched. Thanks to the lube and Bucky’s cum, it slips in with ease. Oh god. He’s going to die.
“This has always made him cum, lately,” Tony grins, turning it on. Peter jerks in Steve’s tight grip, but there’s nowhere to go. Whimpering, he’s forced to take it, eyes rolling back into the head when Tony instantly chooses one of the highest settings. The flexible head of the plug torments his prostate mercilessly, but although Peter tries, he finds it hard to relax enough.
“P-Please, sir, I- I can’t- I need- Please, le- let me-“
He gains hope when Tony starts to caress his chest, his fingers softly brushing over Peter’s nipples before moving towards his belly. Squirming desperately, Peter tries to get some friction, but Tony only chuckles. “No chance. I want you to cum like this. Show them what a good boy and what a perfect little slut you are. You know you can do it. You’ve done it so many times before.”
“I- I can’t.”
“You can. And you will, because this is going to stay inside of you until you’ve cum.”
Whereas the other two men chuckle, Tony moves his hand back up, pinches Peter’s nipple. Behind Peter’s back, there’s movement, and he thinks Bucky is taking over Steve’s position because the blonde man is suddenly kneeling next to Tony.
The two ex-lovers kiss again, and after Steve has guided Tony onto his back, he leans down and starts to suck him off. Not counting porn, it’s the first time Peter witnesses a consensual sex-act between two people. Steve clearly knows what sets Tony off, and since the man has had his erection for the longest time, it doesn’t take long until he moans unbridled.
He’s not acting nearly as desperate as Peter, though; the boy is keening as he squirms and twists in Bucky’s vise-like grip, being so fucking close he’s about to lose it. As Tony cums, his eyes lock with Peter’s, and for some extremely weird and fucked-up reason, seeing Tony climaxing does it.
Before Peter knows what hit him, he lets out a gurgling scream, his back arching as he cums untouched. To his greatest relief, someone’s hand (he’s too far gone to realize who’s hand it is) closes around his cock, helping him through it.
When he’s milked dry, his body goes completely slack, and to his greatest relief, the plug stops vibrating. He doesn’t think he’d have the strength to deal with overstimulation on top of everything as well.
Panting and sweating, the boy is laid down, finally allowed to move his arms again.
“How about we eat and regain some strength before round two?” Tony asks, sending a shiver down Peter’s spine. Round two?