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Peter wasn’t going to let the Avengers down, and he was prepared to do what he had to for them. Despite setting off from his home nice and early he had been hit with delay after delay. The last one, a bus that didn’t want to be even close to the scheduled time, had him make the snap decision to duck into an ally to change into his Spider-Man costume. It wouldn’t be the first time he had made a commute as Spider-Man.
He had wanted to arrive as himself, for the Avengers to get to know Peter Parker properly, but he would rather make a good impression with being on time. It wasn’t like they didn’t already know him, though not as well as he would like. He had hoped to build a camaraderie with them, to be someone they saw as a person as well as a fellow Avenger, and maybe be able to come to them for help when his personal and professional life clashed. He didn’t have many people he could go to when he had a problem and sorely needed some.
With a slingshot manoeuvre he launched himself up high enough to land on the balcony of the Avengers Tower. Not the entrance he had planned on making but he hoped an impressive one. Pulling his mask off but keeping the rest of his costume on—not having anything on underneath but his underwear—he hurried inside; right on time and having barely broken a sweat despite the effort of his journey.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, the bus was fully loaded so I webbed it over,” he said in a hurry, taking in who was there.
The main Avenger members were the only ones there, no one he didn’t already know. The Captain, Thor, and Tony, all sitting in the living room area. Despite having met them all he still felt starstruck that he was not only meeting them but on the same team as them, that they had seen his efforts and judged him to be a needed addition to their team. They had taught him only a few new tricks so far but Peter had absorbed every one and was eager for more.
Though he didn’t know them so well yet he could tell there was something off in the way they were sitting, like they were tense about something, about to break bad news. Peter felt a flash of worry before reasoning that they were probably worried over the same reason they had called him over. There must be trouble, but they thought he could help with it. Without realising it he stood up straighter and puffed out his chest, wanting to seem older and more capable. He was up to the challenge and wouldn’t fail them.
“It’s okay, we’ve waited for you,” said Steve shortly. He hadn’t been so curt with Peter in the past but he didn’t let himself take it personally.
“Thanks!” he said, joining them sitting down and hoping his cheer might lighten the mood a little. The chairs in the area they had chosen were really stools, four of them in formation. It felt strange to be sat with three of the greatest heroes of Earth. Even after working with them for about a year he still couldn’t believe it. Despite the seats being the same and equal distance from one another Peter was still dwarfed by the three men, even Tony was larger than him from years of heroism.
“Peter,” began Tony, and Peter instantly gave the man his full attention, “The reason we waited wasn’t just because you’re one of the team. We need your help specifically with something.”
Peter sat up straight. This really was it, his big moment. The Avengers needed something done and they had called for him personally. He tried not to sound too eager when he spoke, though he suspected he had given himself away with his body language. “Sure! Happy to help.”
Steve shifted on his stool, not looking quite at Peter, as if Peter had somehow said the wrong thing. “Perhaps you should understand what we’re asking of you before you agree to it.”
Peter knew some of the Avengers thought he was too young for the things he did. Captain America was just concerned for his safety, he should feel touched by the man’s concern. “Okay, what’s the problem?” he asked.
Thor began explaining it to him. He seemed the least worried of the three and Peter wondered what the problem was that he was handling it so differently. “The sentinels of other worlds have contacted me, warning of a threat sweeping across the galaxy. It is predicted it will arrive on Earth in about one-hundred days. His name is Thanos, and he is a powerful being in his own right without the power of a world’s population for an army backing him.”
Tony continued, “We have plenty of time to prepare, and we already have a plan.”
Peter wished he could have been involved in the planning but he supposed that was for more mature minds. He was still a part of the plan and if the threat was as great as he was being told then he would gladly help in whatever way he could. It was, after all, a plan made by the Avengers.
“We were tossing about ideas and Thor mentioned a custom of his people. At first we thought he was joking but the more we thought about it the more it seemed like a viable option.”
Thor resumed his explanation, as it was his tradition. “Like the old tribes on Earth, the Asgardians would sometimes offer other tribes, and later other worlds, tribute as a sign of good will and in the hopes of giving them reason not to begin a war.”
There was something in the way Thor said the word “tribute” that made Peter think that his initial interpretation of an offering of wealth wasn’t the one Thor meant. He thought about it, but the look of seriousness on Thor’s face and Steve’s discomfort told him what he needed to know. Tony was hard to read, his poker face in full effect.
“Wait…” Peter began, wanting to make sure he had this right. “When you say tribute, you want to offer this guy a person?”
“Basically, yes,” said Steve. Then he hurried to say, “Someone who would agree to it, who sees the greater good and the worth of their sacrifice.”
Tony nodded in agreement, particularly at the phrase “greater good”. “That someone would spend the next hundred days in training to be whatever Thanos wants of them.”
Whatever. That word made Peter’s skin crawl, and he had only thought about the implications for a second. “I’m not sure about this,” he said. For a plan devised by the Avengers this wasn’t at all what he had expected. He had thought they would have a strategy that involved tactical combat and maybe negotiation, not pacification through such… primitive and barbaric means. “I mean, I get the idea of a sacrifice for the greater good and offering one person to save the whole world, but…”
Tony interrupted him, something Peter had grown accustomed to him doing, but this was done with the insistence of trying to get their point across because they were sure they were right. “We’ve been discussing it all night and day. We have been over everything and have, all three of us, come to the conclusion that it is our best option. We couldn’t win a war with this guy, not with the power he wields.”
There was a moment of silence. Peter was thinking it over, aware that the three were all watching him, wanting his opinion on their highly unethical plan.
Steve’s tone was grave when he broke the silence. “Will you help us with this, Peter?” His tone had some finality to it Peter didn’t understand. Was he the deciding vote? He didn’t want to be the one who screwed up their plan, but this was something he couldn’t take lightly. He didn’t have long to think about it though, they clearly wanted an answer now. Maybe he shouldn’t overthink it, the guys must have done enough of that. If greater minds couldn’t come up with anything better then what chance did he have?
“If you guys think it is right…” Peter said, slowly. “Yes. I will help.”
The three men sagged in relief, though in Steve’s case it seemed more like resignation. Tony looked almost pleased, Thor like he had lost a friend and was about to make their sacrifice worth the loss. Wanting to understand more of this plan to try and understand the ethics of it, just what it was that he had agreed to take part in, Peter asked the obvious question.
“Have you decided who to ask?”
“We’ve already asked them,” said Tony, with a slight smile of amusement. “And they’ve already agreed.”
So had they already given the go ahead to the plan before he had arrived? Or had they just had someone on standby? “Who is it?” He wondered if he would try and talk them out of it or reassure them into it. He looked at the three of them, wondering if one of them had decided to be the tribute, to make the sacrifice for their world, and wanted his help in the training.
“You.” Tony said it bluntly and shortly. Like the punchline of a joke.
“Wha—” Peter started, his mind trying to review what he had been told with the new context of who it would be done to. He had a brilliant mind, but he didn’t have the time.
The three Avengers, grown men who were strong beyond mere mortals and fully trained, all jumped him at once. From either side Steve and Tony grabbed his arms while Thor leapt straight over him in a single bound and grabbed his body from behind. Peter had felt so safe and secure in the Avengers headquarters, had trusted these men so much, that he had to work through a moment of shock at what they had said and what they were doing before he could fight back. By then it was too late.
Peter had enhanced strength, but Captain America was just as strong. In the moment between his statement and his attack Tony had formed the nanotech Iron Man armour around himself which made up for his lack of strength. Thor was a god and he was the one who really held Peter in place. He wrapped an arm around Peter’s neck from behind while the other two took an arm and leg each. The three crashed to the ground on top of Thor who wasn’t phased by the fall.
“Sorry kid, but we all agreed you were the one he’d like best,” said Tony. The only thing his tone gave away was how he was straining to hold the younger man in place. There was no regret that Peter could hear.
Thor’s deep voice spoke directly into his ear. “This is a great honour, young one. You will be venerated for your sacrifice.”
“Just let it happen,” Steve snapped, as if this was a simple order to be obeyed and a personal wish. He wanted this over with. “It’ll be easier for all of us.”
Peter tried to say something, though he wasn’t sure what it would be. Without anything clear to say and Thor’s arm cutting off his air completely all that could come out was a choked off cry that sounded pathetic in the presence of such men.
Why hadn’t his spider senses warned him of this? Peter could barely think but that was a deep cut to his mind without him understanding why. There was so much Peter had to say about all of this but Thor was increasing the pressure around his neck with his thickly muscled arm and the panic brought on by the loss of air was overtaking everything. He struggled even harder now his body was fearing for its life but the three of them were too strong. If there was just one less then he might stand a chance, but they seemed to know just how many men it would take to subdue him and which it should be to reassure him and lure him into a false sense of security.
Peter felt himself blacking out. The last thought he had before passing out was that if his senses hadn’t alerted him then it could only be because he genuinely wasn’t in any danger.
When Peter woke it took the typical moment waking does for him to realise what had happened to him. The straps holding him down really helped. He tried moving but there were a lot of them all over, so tight and so well placed they cut off any leverage he might have. They were strong but soft, as was the surface he was restrained to. It was some padded surface, lying flat so he could only look up at the dimly lit ceiling. He wasn’t wearing his Spider-man suit any more, he was completely naked. He must have been stripped by the men while he was unconscious and the thought made him shiver. He wasn’t uncomfortable, at least. Not that he was comforted at all by the knowledge that he was being held prisoner by the Avengers—his friends!
What was it they had said? That some alien threat was coming and they wanted someone to be trained as a tribute?
“That someone would spend the next hundred days in training to be whatever Thanos wants of them.”
It had been bad enough to think of that happening to someone but happening to him? He realised he was now flipping his position based on how it affected him, but he had been told that the person would be fully informed and would agree to it. All he had done was say he would help them, was that really all they thought they needed from him? He would withdraw his consent, surely that would be all he had to do. They could forget this misunderstanding had ever happened and maybe even one day they could laugh about it.
In his desperation, Peter didn’t realise just how naive he was being.
The door he could barely see opened, the lights coming on fully as the room was entered. He raised his head and saw the three men who had wrestled him down and choked him out enter. They moved to surround him, putting Peter in mind of wolves. The looks they wore weren’t helping. Only Steve didn’t look comfortable with what was happening but he also looked like someone who would tough out the hard tasks. He was a veteran of the Second World War after all.
Peter knew his body was well formed for his age and had reached a point in his maturity where he was becoming inclined to show it off but not like this; not to other men and not while bound against his will. He could feel their eyes all over his body, taking stock of how he squirmed, watching his muscles in action now he was awake and moving.
“Guys?” Peter asked, sure this had to be something—anything—other than what he thought it was and not sounding nearly as brave as he wanted to. “What the fuck is this?”
“Language, young man,” snapped Steve, latching onto an excuse to reprimand him.
Peter gaped at him. “Language? You choked me out and have me naked and restrained—and you're telling me to watch my language?” His voice rose to a shout by the end, his panic no longer hidden.
Steve didn’t make a move or sound until Peter was finished. Then, so abruptly it was shocking, he moved in and slapped Peter across the face. It wasn’t as hard as it could be but a slap from a super-soldier, however casual, was enough to knock out or even kill a normal man. Peter was stronger than a normal man but he still felt the pain, though it was almost overwhelmed by the shock that Steve had done that.
“Yes,” said Steve, impossibly casual for what he had just done. “Shut up. Your job isn't to talk, you've done enough of that in your life.”
Tony was looking at the Captain with a newfound interest. He too couldn't believe Steve had just done that but rather than being horrified he was excited. “That mouth will have new things to do soon,” he said, not paying attention to who he was saying it to.
“What are—” Peter began, but he stopped dead when Steve raised his arm threateningly, this time for a backhand.
Tony cleared his throat and turned his attention back to Peter. It was like he was one of Tony’s projects on his workbench. “Okay kid, consider this your introduction to your new curriculum. We said we’d be training a tribute—you—to a new life. What that means is we’re going to prepare you to be Thanos’ sex slave.” Then, as if he needed to make it clear, he went on, “His pet, his bitch, his toy—whatever he wants you to be.”
Peter stared at his mentor’s face until he had found no trace of anything less than complete sincerity. He then looked at Thor and Steve, finding nothing more promising on their faces too. Still, he tried to find a way out. “This has got to be some kind of joke.”
“I don't think you'll be enjoying any more jokes in future,” said Steve, grimly.
Tony snickered. “Though you may be the butt of many!”
“To do this,” said Thor, “You will need to be educated in every aspect of sex known to man. Many of them will be new to you, things you never thought of in your wildest fantasies.” He seemed the most comfortable with what was happening. Not excited or regretful, just accepting. Was this tradition so ingrained in Asgardian culture that Thor was able to do this with ease?
“We’re gonna blow your fucking mind!” cried Tony with a laugh. Peter shuddered at how excited the man was, as if he was enjoying the taboo of doing something he knew he really shouldn’t.
“Shut up, Stark!” Steve snapped. “You’re terrifying the kid!”
“I'm not scared of you!” Peter cried. He tried breaking free of his bonds again, not holding back a single fibre of his strength. But this had been made to contain him, or maybe even someone stronger. No chances had been taken and not an inch gave. He must just look pathetic.
“The tribute’s feelings are no longer a concern,” said Thor, moving in to examine his body like it was a prize someone had brought back from a hunt. A piece of meat. “So long as they do not prevent him from accepting his new life. He is no longer Peter Parker, he has ceased to exist and this is no longer a person.”
All three other men—one no longer a man after being one for only a short period since he had come of age—stared at Thor. He looked back, only confused at their behaviour, not his own.
“Wow,” said Steve, reevaluating Thor in a whole new light. “You are disturbingly quick to stop thinking of him as a human being.”
“I'm still fucking human you freak!” cried Peter at Thor. He would never have said anything so foul an hour ago, but a lot had changed in a short period of time.
Tony laughed. “Wow, never knew you were racist.” Then he too slapped Peter, as if he wanted a go after seeing Steve do it. It didn’t hurt nearly as much—physically. “You should respect Thor’s culture.”
Thor was completely unconcerned by how Peter reacted but did feel the need to justify himself to his peers in the room. “It is merely the way of my people. Come,” he turned to leave. “Let us drink and I will tell you the ways we will be teaching our tribute to be the best it can be.”
As the other two followed Peter stared after them. “You can't just leave me like—”
“Still talking way too much,” groaned Tony, as if he was the one truly inconvenienced by all this. He went to the wall and pressed on a panel. It popped open, revealing to Peter that the walls were lined with draws and cupboards. Tony pulled out, of all things to have in such a room a dildo with straps on the end. It took a moment out of disbelief for Peter to realise what he was going to do with it, and that this room might have had other occupants before himself. “I've wanted to shut you up for as long as I've known you.”
Peter tried shaking his head to get away but the pad his head was on changed its shape, morphing with what might be nanotech or something of Tony’s own design into something to hold his head still. Tony, with his armour formed like a glove on his hand, then took hold of his jaw to squeeze it open. Only with the suit did he have the strength to force Peter to open wide enough. He forced the dildo in. Peter tried using his tongue to keep it out but that was hardly his strongest muscle. When it was in all the way it was hitting the back of his throat and he gagged, moaning to try and indicate it was too deep.
For the first time he saw how little mercy the Avengers were going to show him. Tony hesitated for a fraction of a second before forcing the dildo in further. His pupils dilated in excitement as he witnessed Peter choking and struggling beneath him, completely powerless in the restraints. The dildo was six inches but that was more than Peter had ever thought of taking in any part of his body. Tony buckled it in place tightly, an added pain around his head. Peter struggled to breathe and not to choke on the intrusion.
All he could do was stare up at Tony with watering eyes. Through those watering eyes he still saw Tony’s hand angled down as if… palming himself. The man had gotten off on making him suffer.
“This contraption will get you started while we plan your new life.” His voice sounded breathless, husky, like he was hungry. He licked his lips and pressed on the exposed end of the dildo.
What he meant by “contraption” became clear. The dildo retracted in length inside his mouth and Peter sucked in a proper breath in relief and did his best to cough now his throat was clear. Then he felt it extend again, only now it went deeper into his throat, making him choke again but more than before. It wasn’t by much or for long but it was enough to be torturous.
Tony watched him as he choked and heaved in breaths for a few moments, immune to Peter’s pleading eyes.
Does he get off on this? Is it the sexual act or that I’m… Is Tony a rapist? How many others has he had in here? What happened to them?
Then he turned to leave, his step a little uncertain as if he was light headed. “Get some rest, you’re gonna need it!” he called over his shoulder.
When the door closed the room went dark again, as if it didn’t detect any human beings still inside. Peter knew that he wouldn’t be able to rest at all.
“We should at least give him time to accept and adjust to this.” That was the most considerate anyone had been to him since he entered this torment.
Peter hadn’t been able to rest and they knew it. He had been in the dark, unable to move, with the dildo invading his throat repeatedly every minute or so for what felt like hours. When the three men had come back they were in mid-conversation and didn’t even acknowledge his presence. They didn’t even turn off the gag. Peter lay there and periodically choked—though he had learned to breathe through his nose a little—without the men seeming to notice.
Do they not care or are they just pretending not to care? Which is worse?
“We should be making the most of the time we have!” argued Tony. “We should make the most of every day!”
“You just want to fuck him,” Steve retorted. “We can all see that hard-on you’ve had since this started!”
Thor spoke calmly as he put an arm on Steve’s shoulder. Peter wouldn’t kill but he would injure someone for a bit of that caring human contact. “You need to understand, Captain, that the boy you knew has ceased to exist. He is a tribute now, and his feelings are nothing to be concerned about.”
Steve opened and closed his mouth a few times before giving up. “Fine, no need to drag this out. How do we start?”
“Well…” said Tony, in a tone that made it clear he knew just how he wanted to start it. “I have to admit, those lips of his are pretty. And they look good around that gag but… I bet they’ll look much better around something… thicker!”
Peter looked from man to man in a plea for mercy. He met Steve’s eye for a moment before the man looked away, preferring to look at nothing over his suffering.
Steve! You’re Captain America! You fought in World War Two against people doing stuff like this! Why won’t you help me? Please!
“Do you have to take such pleasure in this?” the Captain snapped.
“He has every right to.” How Thor was so casual about this could only be put down to his culture being even more different to theirs than they had ever realised. “There is no reason not to enjoy the training. We are training him to give pleasure, after all.”
“Well…” Steve closed his eyes and sighed heavily before speaking. “We should start him off small and work up. You first Tony.”
“You saying I’ve got a small cock?” cried Tony and Steve cracked the first smile Peter had seen on him all day.
“No, I’m saying you’re the smallest of the three of us. Want us to whip them all out and compare like you’ve wanted to since the day we met?”
Tony looked mildly placated by the mention that he was only the smallest of the three of them. He looked slightly intimidated when Steve proposed a dick measuring contest.
“He is right,” Thor chipped in. “I have seen you in the showers and you have the cock of a mortal.”
Tony lost whatever consolation Cap had given him. “Fuck you both.”
“Quit complaining, you get to go first,” Steve pointed out.
Tony shrugged in acceptance. He unbuckled the gag and pulled it from Peter’s mouth, not caring that Peter instantly started gasping in air through his mouth and coughing. “Now kid, you know better than to bite, don’t you?” he asked in an overly patronising manner. He used some control Peter couldn’t see and the headrest his head was being grasped by was lowered, pulling his head back so someone could…
“Tony…” Peter choked out, sure that this could all stop now and be forgotten about before it went any further. Tony was undoing his belt and fly and this was getting too real too fast. “Pleas—” Tony’s cock was out and cutting off Peter’s words within a second of each other. It was what Peter thought was larger than average, certainly larger than his own. This was a detail about the man he hadn’t ever wanted to know, let alone like this.
This can’t be happening. Not to me, not by these guys. This is the sort of stuff we stop, not do.
Tony groaned in pleasure as Peter’s mouth moved around him in protest at the invasion. “That mouth isn’t for talking any more, ‘cept if you’re spoken to.”
Peter could have bitten him, would have done if this were done to him under other circumstances, but he remembered the slaps he had been given, how he had been left to suffer so casually, and how he had no power there at all while the three men were already planning to do so much more to him than this. He might be weak for not fighting but he wasn’t stupid enough to ask for more pain.
A real cock tasted different to a piece of plastic. The plastic, even moving, couldn’t capture the heat, the texture, and the taste that even invaded his nostrils—especially as Tony’s balls were pressed into his nose. It was a rank smell he knew from locker-rooms but so much more intense. He knew however long he lived this first taste of a cock would haunt him until his very last second—and he knew it was just the first.
“I never thought a mouth could be virgin tight!” gasped Tony. The cock took up all of his mouth and triggered his gag reflex just like the dildo had. Infuriatingly, the dildo had taught him what to do in this situation and he overcame his reflex and let the cock into his throat.
“Careful you don’t choke him,” said Steve, showing a moment of concern for their tribute.
“Maybe we should choke him a bit,” said Tony with a chuckle, forcing his cock in a bit deeper still. “We need him to learn how to swallow cock like a pro.”
“If he cannot learn to handle Stark then he shall struggle to handle any of us,” said Thor.
Tony was thrusting in and out faster and faster, giving Peter no reprieve, his balls slapping into his face harder than he would have thought balls could have done. He shouldn’t have been surprised when Tony came but he still was, the load filling his mouth as rope after rope spurted out as the cock still went in and out, coating his mouth. Tony sighed and let his softening cock fall free. Peter wasted as little time as he could in gathering the cum into one ball for him to spit out as best he could from the angle he was at. Most of it splattered over his own face but that was less disgusting than having it in his mouth.
There was a moment of pause that Peter didn’t think anything of, too busy being glad the ordeal was on pause for a moment, until Tony spoke. “Why did you do that?”
Peter scoffed. “Because it's fucking disgusting and I don't want it in my mouth!” he cried.
“You should show respect for your betters by accepting anything they give you,” Thor instructed.
Tony took hold of his semi-hard cock and slapped Peter’s face with it, smearing the cum around. “My cum not good enough for you?” he barked. “You think you're too good to swallow?”
“If you do that again” Thor continued, as if he were teaching a novice, “Then you shall regret it.”
Peter couldn’t see but he felt a hand touch his genitals. It was the first time a man had touched him there and he froze. The hand, he assumed it was Thor’s, gently cupped his balls, large enough to cold them both easily. Peter understood the threat, the mere thought of it making him want to curl up into a ball—the thought of it being done by Thor making him feel sick.
He could castrate me with his bare hands! Just rip them off or crush them!
“You will find we have all the power and you can do nothing to stop us doing what we want. So be grateful you get anything as nice as a man's seed.”
Before Peter could process how he was expected to be grateful for sperm to eat, Steve was moving in. “My turn,” he said, though he didn’t look enthusiastic at all. He might have just wanted to stop Peter from talking and not look like he was weak in front of the others. Either way his cock was hard and much larger than the average man’s.
Peter’s eyes watered at the prospect of it in his mouth. “…Steve…” he moaned, praying that the man would stop before he went too far.
“Shut up,” snapped Steve. He forced his cock into Peter’s mouth, pushing in as far as he could in one go. “I don’t want to hear it.”
Steve might not want to hear Peter talk but he had to hear him choking on his cock. Peter had thought Tony had gone deep but the head of Steve’s cock was so deep in throat he was sure the bulge of it in his throat must be visible to the others.
“Ever had your cock sucked Cap?” Peter heard Tony ask. Then, after a moment of silence, “…oh my god, you haven’t, have you?”
“I never had a… partner,” Steve muttered. He pulled out of Peter’s mouth enough for Peter to gasp in air around him but then just pumped back in. “Then I never had time.”
Tony sounded like he was trying not to laugh. “Well now you can catch up on everything you missed! How does it feel?”
Steve pumped in and out of his mouth for a minute at varying speeds and depths before he answered. “…wet… warm… the way his tongue moves, that’s… nice.”
The way Peter’s tongue was moving was partly involuntary and partly to try and get the man out of him! Were it not for Tony’s use of him then Steve and Peter would be losing their blowjob virginities to each other.
If Steve had made a move on me I might have experimented with him, but sucking his cock shouldn’t be used as torture!
But Tony didn’t seem to get that Peter’s tongue wasn’t trying to make Steve feel nice. “We’ll soon have that tongue working cocks like a pro. He already seemed pretty good at it.”
Steve’s thrusts got faster and deeper, his cock forced in even further as he built up to his orgasm. Peter didn’t think he’d have to swallow with how deep he held is cock in. He could feel it further down his throat than he thought he should be able to feel anything. Steve groaned and stopped pulling out, just rutting into Peter’s head. His throat was full and his nose was covered by the man’s balls. He was sure he was going to suffocate until Steve slowly slid out after almost a minute. This time Peter made a show of swallowing as much as he could but Steve was still shooting even then, ropes and ropes now landing on his face, in his gasping mouth, up his upturned nose.
“Wow, careful you don’t drown him.” Tony sounded impressed and envious. “Has it been a while?”
Steve shuffled away from Peter, looking embarrassed to have cum like a stallion. “I always cum a lot.”
“Damn!” breathed Tony.
Peter was blinking cum out of his eyes but could still see the shadow of Thor looming over him already, more and more with each heavy footstep. He could see the Asgardian pulling out his cock and—
Peter almost cried. It was even longer than Steve’s and even thicker too. It looked like the man had an arm from the elbow down grafted onto his crotch, as thick as Steve’s arm with all its muscle, complete with a head the size of a fist. Peter knew he couldn’t take it but also knew he wouldn’t be given a choice. So he cried.
Tony swore, this curse-word made special by the way he said it. “Are you sure we should try something that big?” he asked. Despite having been so quick and eager to overcome Peter’s gag-reflex and trying to see Peter as no longer human he still hesitated at the size of Thor’s cock.
Thor huffed, clearly proud of his manhood and his ego stroked at the man’s fear of it. “You had your turns, now it is my turn.” He prodded at Peter’s face with the head and Peter wondered if even he would be bruised by it.
I’m gonna die! That monster’s gonna choke me to death—and they don’t seem to realise or care!
“Can you even fit it in?” asked Steve, and Peter prayed again that the man would come to his senses at this. How could Captain America be okay with this?
Now Thor sounded annoyed, aggressive even. “I have never been denied and this boy shall not be the first.”
His cock-head met Peter’s mouth and as it entered Peter knew he was in serious trouble. The head alone took up all of his mouth! He knew Thor could feel the tightness and resistance but the man still kept on pushing, not letting anything as trivial as a young man’s health stop him from fucking. The head made its way deeper, forcing Peter’s throat open more than ever before as his jaw widened to let the shaft pass. It was so thick he was sure he couldn’t take it, it wasn’t biologically possible!
It wasn’t. This was proven with a sickening crack. Peter screamed, more in horror than in pain. Thor groaned as the vibrations massaged his cock.
“Fuck,” cried Steve in horror. “I think you dislocated his jaw!”
A finger prodded his jawline and Peter felt a pain that was dull by comparison to the pain in his mouth. “Yep, that’s dislocated alright,” said Tony.
Thor grunted in annoyance. “He shall have to learn to do better in future.” He pushed in further still, now unimpeded by the limit of Peter’s mouth.
“You’re never going to keep going?” asked Steve, his horror growing.
Please Steve, please stop this! I need you to be a hero—my hero! What’s happened to you?
“I have never been denied,” growled Thor again and Peter wondered just what that meant. Did no one say no to Thor or did Thor not take no for an answer? Was he persistent in his seduction or did he just take what he wanted? Thor forced his way in further. Peter’s throat must be twice the size it should be!
Tony was starting to sound panicked too. “You’re really gonna choke him—maybe kill him!”
“He is too valuable to kill,” Thor said, a dismissive tone beneath his lust. “I won’t kill or damage him… not permanently.” Thor was still going. He was half-way in.
“He can’t breathe!”
Peter could see the shape of Thor’s balls, clear through his tears, maybe half a foot from his face.
“He’s gonna pass out!”
God yes, please let me pass out, at least then I won’t have to go through the rest of this! Thor’s cock must be visible all the way down to my collarbone!
Thor laughed. A day ago Peter would have laughed too at the sound, sure it was because of something funny, but now it would haunt him forever. “I do not need him awake for him to drink my seed.”
Peter never knew if Thor did manage to cum down his throat. He did indeed pass out, and was very happy to do so.