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Iron Man

By: SirBosk1



This story is a fantasy that contains scenes of bondage, spanking, humiliation, sex between men of adult age, and other erotic activities involving male and female adults. If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

All persons, names, places, events, and descriptions, are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places, events, or descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without written permission from the author. 

Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete, including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. 

Chapter 1 - First Meeting

WOOOSH THWACK!

MMMMPPH! AAAAAHHHH! OOOOHHH!

Within seconds, the characteristic double welt from a rattan cane appeared, an angry, blood red mark. It ran from the middle of his snow white muscular right ass cheek across the cleft to the middle of the left. 

"What's the matter iron man, did that hurt?" asked the cane wielding man, chuckling. 

MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH!

Ten seconds later, WOOOSH THWACK!

Again the big muscular man groaned, a penis gag holding his tongue down. He was struggling not to choke on the 3 inch silicone penis held flush with his lips and deep into his mouth by the leather and Velcro straps. 

WOOOSH THWACK!

Another bright red stripe appeared across his ass, a half inch above and parallel to the other two. 

"When you begged me to forgive you for standing me up last month and agreed to do anything to make amends, I told you to expect punishment. You begged me to punish you, 'no limits' you said."

IronMan had been to The Master's home once before, a month prior. He had met The Master online and had begged for weeks, to come over and try BDSM for the first time. IronMan had a full time live in girl friend and had, for years, wondered what it would be like to submit to another man, to test out his submissive bisexual side. 

The Master, tired of all the one handed typist - wannabes online, was reluctant to accept a man for training that already had an established relationship. However, since he had nothing to do for a few hours and the man did disclose the other relationship, maybe he was legitimate. Maybe this would turn into a male and female submissive pair? That had some promise. So, finally he relented and ordered IronMan to immediately drop everything and come over. IronMan was told, now or never. "Get your ass over here now!"

Overjoyed, IronMan jumped into his truck, drove the 10 minutes to The Master's home and nervously rang the bell. 

The Master, a very experienced Top/Dominant about 45 years old, decided to go slow with this good looking young novice. He had him come in and sit down on the red Italian leather couch, gave him a soft drink and explained the basics of a BDSM scene, safe words, soft and hard limits, etc. After explaining the boundaries of the scene he intended, The Master asked if IronMan agreed. 

Nervous, but excited that everything he had fantasized about was about to happen, IronMan eagerly agreed. 

The Master took him downstairs to the Dungeon, had him strip, handed him leather cuffs and ordered him to put them on his wrists and ankles. 

The Master ordered him to kneel and put his hands on top of his head with his fingers laced together. Inserting his highly polished leather boot between the kneeling young man's knees, he directed, "feet together, knees spread wide, back straight, head up." When he was satisfied with the position, The Master started walking slowly around the young trembling novice, inspecting the young man. 

IronMan was a good name for this twenty-five year old novice submissive. He was about six foot tall, with broad shoulders, thick neck, large biceps, tree trunk legs and a narrow waist. There didn't appear to be any fat on this bull like man. He was also covered with thick black hair. It was dense, almost like an animal, nearly obscuring his balls and decent sized cock.

"Damn boy, you're a hairy son of a bitch," remarked The Master. 

IronMan looked at The Master and said, "Yes sir, I have been this hairy since junior high." 

"Smack," The Master slapped his face, hard enough to leave a red handprint. "I didn't say you could speak boy. Eyes on the floor, weren't you listening upstairs? You may speak only when I give you permission or if you're using a safe word. Do you understand? Speak." 

"Yes Sir, I understand. Please forgive me Master," begged the muscular hulk.

"Good boy. Stand and back up against the cross with your legs spread and your arms above your head, ass against the cross," ordered The Master. 

He had him lean backwards against the polished wooden St Andrews Cross and secured his wrists and ankles to the top and bottom, spread-eagling him. 

The Master then proceeded with a light session of CBT and nipple pinching with Japanese clover clamps before flipping him face on to the cross. He was again spread-eagle and secure with his prominent bubble butt, seemingly begging for attention. 

The Master then spanked the man with a double leather strap, proceeding slowly and lightly, intensifying the strokes progressively. He stopped often and ran his nails up the sides and down the back of the bound man, tweaking his nipples from time to time, allowing the endorphins to build. After roughly forty-five minutes, the novice submissive was floating from the flood of pain killing hormones and adrenaline. 

Finally, with the strokes about medium to hard intensity and with IronMan's ass bright red under the thick coat of hair, The Master stopped and began to slowly stroke the naked strong man's hairy body. He was getting the man used to the intimate touch of another man. 

IronMan's thick seven inch cock was rock hard and wet. He loved the firm sure touch of The Master. First it was his arms and pecs with a long pause to pinch his hardened nipples. Then he stroked his washboard stomach and flanks, his firm hairy ass and thighs. Finally, The Master created a fleshy cage with the palm and fingers of his right hand. He enclosed the man's cock with the palm brushing the head. He was barely touching the helpless man with his fingertips. Over and over he pressed the pads of his fingers to the base of the quivering submissive's throbbing cock, drawing the tips over the sensitive skin, a gentle firm squeeze under the head to milk more precum, making his dripping cock twitch and throb. 

When The Master determined the bound man was on the edge of cumming, he hugged the nude floating man around the left side to help him stand while releasing the safety snaps to take him down from the cross. 

"Kneel as before boy," ordered The Master.

The Master allowed IronMan's knees to buckle causing him to slowly sink to the well padded Berber carpeted floor. Again, he nudged the man's knees apart with his mirrored black boot and clipped his strong arms behind him, making him helpless once more. 

"You did well for a first session, boy. Now is the time for you to show your appreciation. I want you to open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can." 

The man obeyed nicely and held his long wet tongue out as ordered, his eyes closed. 

The Master unzipped his black leather pants, set his eight inch rock hard cock onto the man's tongue and slowly inserted it into his hot wet mouth. 

The man closed his lips around the thick cock and slowly drew it deeply into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could. 

"If this is the first time you've had a cock in your mouth, swirl your tongue around the end of my cock." 

IronMan had sucked cock only in his fantasies. He started to eagerly polish The Master's cock head with his soft wet tongue. 

"Good boy, keep that up until I tell you to stop. Suck and lick," ordered The Master.

Even though IronMan was very inexperienced and not a very good cock sucker, his enthusiasm finally prevailed and The Master started to get closer and closer to pouring a thick load of cum into the kneeling young muscle man's, virgin mouth. 

The precum of The Master started pouring out, the man licking it up and savoring it like the chocolate syrup on his favorite dessert. 

Finally, The Master's cock started lengthening and thickening, his full nuts pulling up, no longer thumping the kneeling man's chin.

"You're doing well enough for your first time and as a reward, I'm going to cum in your mouth. Don't swallow it until I give you permission," ordered The Master. 

Nodding and sucking harder, the man intensified the swirling of his tongue against the sensitive underside of The Master's cock until the inevitable happened.

The Master grabbed IronMan's ear with one hand, holding him in place while he pulled all but the end of his long thick dick from the cock sucking man's hot mouth. He began to rapidly stroke the remainder of his cock with the other hand. He held the submissive's head in place while his thumb and fore finger slapped the man's lips. 

Finally, The Master came with a groan, shooting four strong blasts of cum and many smaller ones into the still sucking man's mouth. 

The Master calmed down, noticed some of his cum leaking from the corners of IronMan's mouth and slowly pulled his softening cock from the hot wet lips of the still floating young novice. 

"You're not a very good cock sucker but with some training, you'll improve. Lean your head back and open your mouth wide. I want to see if you can obey orders."

The young man did as directed and there in his mouth was the large white mass of The Master's thick cum. 

"OK, swirl it around in your mouth to make sure you get a good taste."

After a couple of minutes, "Good, swallow," He ordered. 

The Master walked around the kneeling young man and released the wrist cuffs. 

"You may stand and remove the cuffs. Don't wipe off your mouth but don't spill any on my carpet or furniture. Get dressed and come upstairs. I want to see my cum on your lips when you get there," ordered The Master. The Master then turned and walked up the stairs to the living room. 

After a few minutes, the blushing, still very aroused, now dressed, young man, wobbled up the stairs and into the living room. He felt like he was drunk and was having some trouble walking straight but he was fully aware of what he had just done and experienced. 

It was much better than he had ever hoped. In addition to the euphoria he was feeling from the endorphins, the taste of The Master's cum was sweet and not the gross experience he had expected. It was pretty easy to swallow, not the horrible act his girl friend made it seem. 

"You did pretty well for the first time," The Master stated when IronMan was again sitting on the soft leather chair. 

A broad smile spread across the cum covered man's lips. "Thank you, Master. I enjoyed serving you."

"I'm glad you're so obedient, you still have my cum running down your chin. Use your fingers and lick the cum off of your chin and lips. When you're finished eating, you may have the rest of your soft drink."

IronMan thanked The Master for the experience and asked if he could come back again but this time, to get fucked. 

"Well, I am available Saturday but I have to juggle some appointments to make that happen. Since you have been so obedient I'll make the necessary changes. Be here Saturday at 1 PM. Don't be late. I don't tolerate impolite, thoughtless slaves. Understand?"

"Yes Master, I won't be late, thank you Master," agreed the flushed, excited young man. 

"Good. Stand up, drop your trousers and briefs," ordered The Master. 

"Here is a Kleenex. Masturbate for me. Don't cum until I tell you it's ok. If you get close, let me know."

Blushing, the bull like young man did as ordered and started slowly stroking his cock. It immediately started to leak into the Kleenex held in his other hand. Soon, he told The Master, "I'm getting close Sir."

He was ordered to slow down until the feeling receded, then ordered to speed up until he was close again. Over and over, the prolonged masturbation and edging was repeated, slow down, speed up until after half an hour, The Master told him to finish. 

He started to pump his throbbing cock as fast as he could. Groaning, the young man, his pants around his ankles and his now angry red cock as hard as it had ever been, came over and over, soaking the Kleenex and coating his hand until his cum almost spilled onto The Master's thick pile carpet. 

Just as he started cumming, The Master took a digital flash picture of IronMan while he stroked his large red cumming cock. 

"Don't spill any boy or you will get punished like you never dreamed. Lick your fingers immediately."

Obediently the still aroused novice submissive did as ordered and stuck his dripping fingers into his mouth, swiftly licking and swallowing his own cum like his life was at stake. 

Smiling, The Master took another picture.

Exhausted, IronMan started to wilt to his knees, breathing like he had just completed the last quarter of the football game by running the length of the field with two pro linebackers chasing him. 

"Stand straight young man," barked The Master. 

IronMan recovered and stood straight with a visible effort. 

The Master showed him the pictures he had taken with cum dripping from his face, cock and fingers. "That's a good look for you. OK, boy. Get up. Get dressed and get out of here. Don't be late!"

IronMan, sheepishly pulled up his shorts and pants, buttoned them and left. 

His ass still burned and tingled. He had never cum so hard or so much. He had loved every minute of it!

It never crossed his mind that he had just cheated on his live in girl friend with another man.

Chapter 2 - Saturday

It was 1:30 PM on Saturday and still no IronMan. Shaking his head, The Master signed on to his internet account and sure enough, no messages. It was too late to revive his previous schedule so he changed and went to a movie. 

Another flasher. Another wannabe. "I am really getting tired of this shit," complained The Master. 

Well, he would give the man a day to e-mail or come over and explain he had been struck by lightening or hit by a train or ordered to work or give a really good reason for why he couldn't honor his commitment to The Master. 

Across town in his apartment, IronMan was laying on his back, nude on their king sized bed. His arms were tied to the corner posts with nylon sailing line using slip knots but his ankles were not secured. They were spread and held apart by the beautiful naked body of his kneeling girl friend who was slowly stroking his rampant heavily oiled cock. 

They had just watched "Fire On The Mountain: Male genital Massage ©" by Dr. Joseph Kromer, Ph.D. It had just come from blowfish.com. 

Gail loved the DVD and insisted on practicing all of the new techniques for driving her boyfriend crazy. 

Robert, IronMan, was mesmerized by the DVD as well. It depicted two young fit men swapping back and forth, demonstrating each skill of eastern cock and balls massage techniques, one doing the other and switching seamlessly while the steady calm voice of the narrator explained each technique in detail. 

Gail must have memorized every word because he was nearly levitating his ass off the silk sheets as she played his cock like a virtuoso. 

He was bridging his back and ass, his heels digging deeply into the firm mattress as she teased him over and over, periodically applying more lubricant. 

While she stroked, changing techniques and naming them while she changed, she spoke to Robert like they were sharing breakfast instead of an out of this world erotic experience. 

"Robert, I spoke to daddy this morning," she calmly stated. His hot red cock was in her fist so that only part of the head was sticking out. The sensitive area under the crown was exposed along with a good portion of the head. She took her recently lubed, dripping other hand and teasingly rubbed the head with the sweet center of her small delicate palm, slowly polishing his cock head in a circle, over and over, while he gasped. 

"He says that the foreman's job on that Iron Worker's project for the new bank will be decided on Monday. It's between Peter and you! I told daddy that I would be very unhappy if he gave the job to that cheating bastard. I think it may have worked. I told daddy that if Peter had no trouble cheating on me, the Boss's daughter, then he would have no trouble cheating him, the Boss. He nodded and made a call to the superintendent of the job as I was leaving." 

He finally shouted, "God Gail, quit teasing me and let me cum. You're driving me crazy."

She stopped, stood up in the bed and pealed her wet thin bikini panties down her beautiful well formed slender legs. Kneeling again, she grabbed his balls and squeezed until his mouth gaped open in pain. She then thrust the panties, dripping with her pussy juice, into his mouth and then resumed her tormenting massage. 

"You're not paying attention to me and this is important. All you're thinking about is your cock and not our future." She lubed his cock again and straightened her hands out flat. Then she started to swiftly rub her hands back and forth with his hard wet dripping cock between them like it was a stick and she was trying to start a fire, boy scout style. "This is called 'Fire,'" grinned the happy excited woman. 

Robert was going crazy. How could he concentrate on what she was saying when she was doing that?

After a half hour of tormenting her groaning boyfriend, she took some "Kama Sutra: ® Pleasure Balm" and spread it on his throbbing cock to desensitize and deaden the inflamed nerves. Then she slipped a lubricated condom over his throbbing cock and straddled him. She slowly sunk down on his stone hard nearly eight inch cock, groaning as it sunk into her hot wet shaved pussy. 

She began, rising and falling like she was riding one of her horses, squeezing her muscles to tighten the contact on the upstroke and releasing on the down. She was milking his inflamed cock with her talented pussy while giving her red puffy pussy more pleasure. Up and down, tighten and loosen, over and over. 

Finally, she quickened her pace, bent over and pinched his nipples as hard as she could as she started to spasm into a series of powerful orgasms.

The pinch of his nipples and the grasping spasms of her pussy drove him over the edge and he began to cum wildly into the condom, arching his back and causing all but his heels and head to pull away from the mattress, lifting both of them high above the bed. 

After what seemed an eternity, he collapsed in a heap with an "OOOFFFF" as she landed on his slackened belly and ground her hot sensitive clitoris against his pelvic bone to extract the last bit of pleasure from the sweating hot body of her lover.  

They were both puffing and panting, Gail almost fainting from the wild session of hot kinky sex. 

Finally, they got their breath back and Gail dismounted her still bound and helpless boyfriend. She carefully fisted his still hard cock and slowly bent it over while she peeled the full condom from his slowly softening cock. 

Pleased that she had not spilled any of the precious cum, she lay down on top of her boyfriend, her firm full, still reddened breasts pressed against his hard pecs, her sensitive nipples being scraped by his thick hair. She told him, "I'm going to pull out my panties and I want you to keep your mouth open. If you don't, I'll leave you here and go to the movies. Promise?" 

He nodded his head, vigorously. 

"Great, open wide." She held his nose with one hand, pulled the soaked panties out and upended the condom over his wide open mouth with the other hand. She dumped the huge load of her boyfriend's cum into his mouth, then the condom. She quickly held her hand over his mouth to keep him from spitting it out. 


Iron Man Down the Hall



Part One

Waiting on the last office lady to leave in hopes that he is still working late. She came back to the office carrying 'liquid courage' in her bag. You see, this was her first attempt at seduction on this level with a man she only, till recently, desired from afar.

He was there in his office, music playing, instant ambience created. She sat across from him and poured nervously their drinks, fumbling for the cap when she was through. 

He was sitting at his desk poised to ask her a question... "What do you want from me?' Okay, she thought, let's go right to the ninth inning of the game. Wow, how do I respond she thought? Do I blurt out, "I want your body for hours!" Do I give him the Reader's Digest version of my interest in him? Do I not say anything and start undressing, not enough alcohol flowing for me to start unbuttoning my blouse, besides I don't wear blouses. So I went with option B - figured he had to know that I wasn't so shallow as to not see him as very HOT and yet a person of interest. 

I stumble to put the words in the air, never really taking my eyes off his khaki trousers. If anyone can undress you with his eyes this man can. Piercing BLUE eyes and a reckless smile that seduces you as it appears. We chatter for a bit then he sets the mood with lighting and a swift movement behind my chair. He is standing right behind me, I can feel his breath as he leans to kiss the back of my neck and hair and whispers, "tell me how the story goes," as my knees and body go limp. 

His scent is one that wrecks your senses because you can't breathe it in fast enough. His sex appeal will drown you if you melt too quickly so you have to keep pace. He retreats back to his desk, where we are separated by his desk once again, looking at man jewelry on his computer. Did I drink enough to move in, I maneuver to straddle his right leg with a throbbing pussy trying to grind my clit into his leg to offer me some relief.

He kisses me, tongues me, his facial hair feels so damn good I can't help but imagine his tongue in the most sensitive of places. I have to at this point go for the black belt buckle and reach for what my eyes have only imagined in every position possible. I have to lick, taste what is truly a beautiful, fucking large cock - I knew it! Fucking Iron Man! 

My mind feeling the vodka now and his taste is sweet as I beg him to, 'fuck my mouth.' He complies; gentle at first then rams it down my throat. Deep throat him, take him in and allow your mind to wonder what his gorgeous cock would feel like inside your tight spot. 

His mouth teasing and biting my breasts, how I love watching a man suck a tit. His hands find the inside of my jeans, my thong, and my ass, what is his mind thinking? Does he feel softness, no hiding a Brazilian now, I smile to myself.

His hands are there, he's touching, his fingers working magically with experience that is quickly revealed. I have to wonder if he can tell I'm a bit out of practice or does he really care. He must sense the turn on of being so wanted. 

The hour is late; he has an early morning plane to catch. I peal myself from his leg he turns me to not face him. My head is reeling from alcohol. Do you know how easy it would be to fall on his desk and be entered from behind...? As quickly as that visual entered my head my ass was smacked and he whispers, to be continued. 

As with every good story there is always a sequel, Iron Man is getting one, who knows maybe even me.

......

Part Two

I'm going to work late one night in hopes that he will be around. I have a surprise for him that I don't think he will mind. My transformation begins as I take what is my office during the day and transform it to a lair in the twilight. How to lure him in? Hopefully the lure part won't be so much work. To lure, enticing someone with something for their benefit. I think I have the benefit.

.

I know that he is near because I can smell the aroma that is this man. Every woman in the office loves it and he probably knows it. Just like Christian Grey. I really need to start that damn book... Christian Grey or DGG? 

DGG hands down. He is that man that can look corporate when he needs too but has the vibe of the 'bad boy' on his motorcycle... with the get out of my fucking way attitude! Just trying to give you ladies a visual. 

Have I mentioned his damn blue jeans? Try sitting in a meeting with this man in his blue jeans. It is a great fantasy to play out in the board room with a long conference table, that's another story though. Anyway, I do the quick change of outfit and modify to the lace bra and panty that hopefully he will love before they are removed. Women always buy the prettiest things in hopes that they WILL be ripped from their body, but you still want your man to notice. 

I feel sexy and smell yummy. I am going to put on a shirt with buttons! That never happens unless planned... If you wear the buttons he will undo each one...... I have a pretty lace bra on revealing. My tits (which I have been told) I love to show off....lol! What woman does not want to show off her fuckin' tits? My point exactly! 

He knows that I am still here. I don't normally work late so he probably knows there's a reason I'm around. If he walks by will he stop in? How do you lure a man in your office and still be a lady, screw that, I am both and he knows it, use to be one of my biggest hang ups but I'm a big girl now, get over it women! 

Ok, back to my story. He walks by and looks in and he could tell by my eyes that work was not my priority. He steps in and I waste no time in shutting my door. My blinds, which are usually open, are closed. I lock my door and he notices I have drinks and a blanket on my desk. Hope he gets the picnic on the floor idea. Sometimes I confuse the hell out of this guy. Oh to be worth it!! LOL.

Without hesitation or questions he scoops me in his arms and passionately kisses my lips letting me know that he plans on working late with me.

No worry about him taking initiative, he just starts unbuttoning my blouse and peels it off so that it drops to the floor. His lips finding my bra, he smells the sweetness of my perfume. I love to feel his breath on my skin. My nipples are hard as he takes his tongue and outlines the lace and gets it wet with his kisses. He has his own plan to remove my bra and asks me to turn around slowly, I oblige. 

He whispers to me to place my hands against my office door and stay still. I do as he says and he unhooks the clasp of my bra and kisses my back, taking the first strap and pulls it through my arm so that I'm exposed but still not facing him. My body is tingling in suspense as he does the same to my other arm letting the bra fall to the floor.

At least he did notice how pretty it was! He's a classy man or I wouldn't be here. He pushes me gently up against the door so that the wood feels cool to my chest. He continues caressing my back lowering his mouth to the rim of my pants and teasing me with his fingers like he is about to go for my pants. He waits. I feel him through his pants from behind and I'm getting so turned on but I can tell by his hands and force that I'm not to move. My ass is responding to what is building in his pants. His hands motion my body to face him and as I do he slides his body up mine and kisses me deep. I take off his shirt and slide my tits all over his incredible chest. This man is so well built there is firmness everywhere, not just in his pants. 

I was trying to move a bit forward when he gently, but assertively, pinned me back up against my door. With one hand fondling my breast and the other hand quickly undoing my pants he controls what is going on and whispers in my ear, " be quiet and let me do the work."



Iron Man: Sexworld Pt. 01



"Can you get through?" Pepper felt compelled to ask.

Despite the urge to give Pepper a truly epic side-eye, Maria Hill just kept splicing wires together. "Not in the five seconds since you last asked me."

Heaving a sigh, Pepper looked up at the camera in the corner of the doorway they were hunched in—one of the more obvious electronic 'eyes' that JARVIS used to monitor the house and, currently, determine that they were not Tony Stark, and thus not entitled to enter Tony Stark's lab. "C'mon, JARVIS, give us a break here. Let me in."

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Stark has clearly specified no visitors under any circumstances. It is only your existing priority clearance that has kept me from enacting anti-intrusion countermeasures."

"I have priority clearance?" Maria wondered aloud.

"No, but you are standing next to Ms. Potts."

Now Maria did look up, in time to see Pepper take a reassuring step towards her. "Maybe Tony's not the CEO anymore, but his income tax returns still have him employed at Stark Enterprises." As a consultant, as it so happened. "So as his boss, I'm telling him to open up!"

"Mr. Stark has clearly specified no visitors under any pineapple monitor seaweed."

"Sorry, Jenkins," Maria said, twisting the two wires more tightly together. The vault-like door to the lab slid open.

"JARVIS, ma'am," it replied through a sudden buzz of static.

The moment she saw the lab, Pepper gasped. She'd learned a long time to process the lab as part of Tony; it helped her live with the chronic untidiness that was anathema to her. To Pepper, over the years this had come to be a sign of health.

Feeling safe, secure, sane, gave him the freedom to tinker to his heart's content. He fiddled with projects until he was happy with them, marching to no one's beat but his own. There were things left unfinished since his grade school days.

But there was a method to the madness, a bit of structure she imposed for him. Nothing too dangerous, nothing truly out of control. Though to all appearances his lab had the wildness of a jungle, in reality it was something more like a national park. Free-range, but contained. A safety net underneath. Safe for Tony to visit, binge on, and then come up for air.

Now, Pepper didn't know what it was. The Mandarin had left it in a better state than this. The tiles had been ripped up, through more of the room than not, leaving a chasm right through the middle of it. The crawlspace was filled with the pipes of a waterworks and the cables of a server room, most bearing duct tape. Planks bridged the gaps at strategic points.

The door to the Armory was open, but most of the armor was blocked from view by the projects Tony had been working on. Shoved in there like clutter under a rug, along with many of his robots. So many that the door couldn't fully close. More wiring hung from the ceiling, jury-rigged together into something like a spider's web. And a number of generators—or something—spritzed the room with light, almost strobing, neoning the lab with multiple colors.

"Oh," Maria said, noting Pepper's reaction. "Is it not always like this?"

"No."

"Because I pictured it like this. Is this better or worse?"

"Worse. Very worse." Pepper had caught sight of the crowning horror in this haunted house. Ultron's head—one of them anyway—was piled atop Tony's work desk like a paperweight for all the scribbles and formulas he had made: a mountain of them. Even depowered, it reminded Pepper less of a face, or even of a skull, than of some great insect. Laying eggs. Starting an infestation.

Tony was in the safety shower, head down, clothes on, scrubbing himself as best he could during a never-nude act. Seeing them, he fisted the shower off—Pepper wondered if he'd actually been on fire or been making a token effort at hygiene. Both seemed equally likely-slash-unlikely.

"Pepper. Maria," he greeted casually, drawing his tanktop away from his body to wring out the belly. "Good seeing you. It's been too long. No."

"No?"

"No. I don't need to get some fresh air, or sunlight, or laundry. I need to be left alone to finish my work."

"And what are we building?" Maria asked sarcastically, ducking past a dangling selection of cords hammocking a surge protector. "The Matrix?"

Tony shook his hair dry. He'd grown a full beard. It reminded Pepper uncomfortably of Obadiah. "If I don't tell you, are you going to trip the fusebox?"

"That, or turn Natasha loose on you."

Leaving wet footprints across the papers littering the floor—blueprints stuck to his slick shoes—Tony crossed a plank to one of the few remaining bits of furniture and sat down in an easy chair he'd had since college. Pepper thought it'd only made the cut because there was a cooler built into its base. She was right. Tony drew out a whiskey from one side, a pot of coffee from the other.

"I don't need you. I don't need sleep. I need coffee, and alcohol, and thanks to the Irish I can have both at once." He upturned the bottle over the pot, forming a sort of punch bowl. When the bottle was empty, he dropped it to the side—Pepper winced—and pulled a julep cup from his pocket to dunk in the pot and come up with his drink. "But while you're here, I can explain a few things to you and Bad Haircut Natasha, so that's as good an excuse as any for coffee break. Whiskey break. I don't suppose any of you brought cigarettes?"

"We don't smoke. My haircut is professional," Maria said.

"Where do you work, GLAAD?" Tony took a swig. "It's like this. I'm..." He stopped to refill his cup. "These are all affectations; no. Everything else is an affectation. The Avengers Initiative, Iron Man—it's all bullshit, right? Are we agreed on that?"

"Tony, you have done so much good—"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Tony held his finger up. It was mainly to swig. "I killed some terrorists and, what, helped design the superweapon Hydra was going to use to downsize mankind? That should've been a warning sign. A big warning sign. But no. No. Nope. Because I am—" Swig. "Crazy-good at affectations. The goatee, the sunglasses, the suits, the Audis... I've got you fooled. Not her, maybe." He toasted Maria. "But you, Pep, you love me. Or you think there's a me to love. Don't blame yourself, sweetie, even I was fooled. Ha! Hair o' the dog that bit me..." Swig.

"Ms. Potts," Maria said, taking a protective stance near her. "Now might be a good time to leave."

"Don't be ridiculous," Pepper told her, "I don't pay you to be."

Now Tony was stirring his little punch bowl with the julep cup. "All affectation. But me? Really? Deep down? I'm the same guy I was way back in Afghanistan. I decided that I changed and I thought that I'd changed, but through it all, I'm still. That. Guy. I make things that kill people. It's what I'm coded for. I'm a gun, I fire bullets. Everything else is just smoke screens. Throw people off the trail." He tossed the cup aside. Drank straight from the pot. "Where the fuck was I?"

"Tony, everyone has made mistakes. Everyone feels they could've done more."

"I built the damn thing."

"And we turned it on—"

"I was the damn thing!" Tony jabbed a finger into his head like it was a drill. "Used my own brain engrams to program it. I gave it artificial intelligence, and the intelligence it was artificing was me. Without all the affectations, without the little cues—I'm that." His other hand aimed at the head. The insect. "And everything I do is just a half-measure of what it did. Total... control and fear and hate and panic and... I need to get back to work."

He dropped the pot when he got up. It was still half-full; splashed on the ground, forming a lake to bury the papers at his feet.

Tony spoke like he was exorcising himself. "So, this, all this—fucked. No point in changing, can't change. Fucked. But multiversal theory says that there are an infinite variety of universes out there, some of which possibly can not be fucked. I'm gonna put in a call and warn them. You know all those comics where there's a shit future full of dead people and folks with eyepatches? We can be the shit future. Maybe I'm bad, but I can at least be a bad example."

"Didn't Loki build one of those once?" Maria asked. She had been following the pipes and wires to where they all seemed to end.

It was the size of a globe, obscured by multiple cords and cooling systems plugged into its scaffolding, but looking closely, Pepper could discern the shape of a gyroscope slowly spinning. The many metal rings not moving in sync, but halting and heaving at differing intervals.

"We contact another universe, another me, and I tell myself that Ultron is a very bad idea. I'm me. He'll listen to me."

"Tony, you know I hate trying to think like you with a modicum of responsibility," Pepper said reasonably, "but the last universe we contacted was Asgard, and we got Loki out of that. And Dark Elves."

"And Lorelai," Maria added. "SHIELD thing. Not important; also bad."

"We also got Thor. Imagine if we could've warned him about Loki."

"Imagine if the other universe is full of zombies."

Tony scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, Pepper, that's my job. Now if I can just get this to work—oh, silly of me, left the safety on."

"He built a safety?" Maria asked.

"Yeah, I'm worried too."

"Do any of the suits have a safety?"

"Very frequently they don't have a pilot," Pepper shot back. "Tony, don't we have a rule about catnaps before testing things?"

"I'm going to send a radio signal, Pepper. It's like I have anywhere near enough power to open a portal. This'll just be a blip. After all this time, haven't you learned to trust me?" Picking up a remote control attached to a console by a long strand of wiring, Tony flipped a switch that took up the entire clicker.

The rings all spun in sync and it only took a second before the universe turned blue.

***

The state of debris in Tony's lab was an odd thing to be a universal constant, but as the last few years had proven, 'odd' had more of a claim on reality than 'normal.' A jet, a Formula-1 car, and several Iron Man suits had all seemed to have an orgy, their parts jumbled up according to Lego logic.

During the transition, a wave of nausea had tumbled everyone to the ground. Now they rose, Maria first, Tony last, registering a shrill alarm and a calm voice intoning as delicately as one might read a bedtime story.

"Intruder alert," came the dignified, somewhat Sigourney Weaver voice. "Please vacate the premises immediately or this system will be forced to take security measures."

Tony had a hunch. "Override on authorization of Tony Stark."

"Name and voice print not recognized. Please vacate the premises—"

"Not that I've seen a lot of Star Trek," Maria said, looking around, "but is this another dimension?"

"He was just trying to contact them on the radio," Pepper said helplessly.

Tony was still on the ground, as if getting a suntan. "In that respect, it was a success that exceeded expectations."

"Tony!"

"What? If your plane takes you to the moon instead of Detroit, are you really going to complain?"

"If there's no air on the moon!" Pepper fumed. "I swear, Tony, if I see one zombie..."

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"

The woman with the gun was Hispanic. She wore a coverall much like a SHIELD agent would wear, although this was generic, Stark's stylized SE logo replacing the eagle. It was also far tighter, far thinner. Pepper could see her panty line. Or would, if she were wearing any. And it didn't take much effort to see that she wasn't.

Seeing all that, it took Pepper a moment to realize that she looked familiar. Her facial features bore a sisterly resemblance to Maria's, while her hair was cut in the boyishly short fashion that Maria'd worn when she and Pepper had first met. If someone had said that this woman was Maria's half-sister by a Hispanic parent, Pepper would've believed them without question.

"Maria Hill?" she tried experimentally.

"Maritza Hill," the woman replied. "How do you almost know my name?"

She always thought people had goatees in alternate universes. Could you really change ethnicities instead? Maybe Maria's father had married a Hispanic woman instead of a Caucasian one, but otherwise her life had been exactly the same. Score one for nurture, zero for nature... "This is going to sound weird, but—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Maritza barked. "I don't know how you got into, but you three dickasses tripped the defensive systems, so unless I get Stark's code, we're all fucked." She showed them the smartphone in her non-gun-hand. "All of you, on your knees, hands behind your head, or I'll just let us blow!"

They obeyed, Tony groaning as he had to get partially to his feet. Pepper guessed a diet of alcohol and caffeine didn't do much to settle your stomach. He spat something foul off to the side.

"Look, lady, if you're anything like my Maria Hill—and I believe that it's what's inside that counts, not race or gender—you can be reasonable about anything except going to a hair salon."

"I grew out my hair, Tony," Maria said, "what more do you want?"

Maritza was ignoring him. "Pick up, pick up," she exhorted the smartphone, then jumped as her call finally went through. "Stark! Finally! We've had some sort of extradimensional breach—no, just three people that I can see—I've contained it, I need you to remotely disable the defensive measures. I know you're on a date, you're always on a date... I cannot call Potts, she doesn't have the codes. Oh. She does? I told you, you have to keep the code to yourself—Steve? Maya, Everhart, Cabe—Fujikawa? Did you just give the code to everyone you're banging? That does not make it my fault I don't have the code, Stark!"

Her dusky skin smeared with sweat, she unzipped her coverall to the waist and stripped the top off so it hung next to her trousers. This left her in a tanktop as tight and as tiny as the jumpsuit. It was cropped to just below her bust, where her impressive breasts were packed into the nearly-translucent fabric, nipples plainly evident.

"Holy crap, are your boobs that great?" Pepper whispered to Maria as Maritza continued arguing over the phone.

"Better. I haven't had any work done."

"I don't think she's had any work done," Tony opined, "there's a lot of Jell-O action."

Pepper's nostrils flared at him.

"Then how come she's a cup size bigger than me?" Maria demanded.

Maritza hung up. "Defensive measures are already engaged. He got a text alert... Potts is on her way. She'll run clean-up."

"Like... of our bodies?" Pepper asked.

"We have showers for that," Maritza said. "Up against the wall, all of you. Maybe Stark's fine with you just popping in like next-door neighbors with a teleporter, but I'm not letting you out of my sight until I'm satisfied you're not a threat. Move! Legs apart, hands flush with the wall, do not move!"

Pepper and Maria went, Tony groaning as he had to move against. As soon as he'd stood, Maritza gave him a shove, slamming him against the nearest wall. She kicked his legs apart. Gun still in her hand, she frisked him, moving her hands up one leg, onto his groin, up the other leg, onto his groin, down his chest, onto his groin, then over both arms, and onto his groin.

"Oh, be a little more obvious, would you?" Pepper called.

Maritza aimed the gun at her. "Lady, if that skirt were any shorter, I wouldn't have to search you." She ran her hands up Pepper's legs. "Not bad, though."

"Spin class."

With Maria, she didn't even bother pretending to check her. Just grabbed her tits and squeezed. "Fuck, we have great boobs."

Pepper looked in confusion to Tony, who had peeled himself off the wall. "Why is she—why do you have a hard-on?"

"The security system. It's some kind of aphrodisiac." Tony casually undid his fly, spat on his hand to jack his cock. "Makes sense. We'll be too busy screwing each other to do anything insecure."

"That does not make sense! Why not sleeping gas or... or..." Pepper stared at his cock. It'd been a while. Had it gotten bigger since she'd seen it last or had she just forgotten how long it was? "Itching powder..."

"Do you want to suck it?" Tony asked. "Because someone's gonna suck it, and you can be pretty possessive..."

Right then, Pepper wanted that cock in her mouth more than anything. Aphrodisiac: all she could think of was cock, pussy; pussy, cock. More than that, fingers, tongues, or her vibrator if it was on the same plane of existence as her.

Beside her, Maritza had Maria staked to the wall, kissing her frantically from behind as her flat palm pounded into Maria's ass. "Christ, if you couldn't be Latina, why couldn't you be black? At least you'd have an ass then!"

Barely prying her eyes off Tony, Pepper faced her secretary. "Maria, quit playing around and get over here! I need your tongue!"

Maria's hands were under Maritza's tanktop. "Little busy at the moment, boss."

Pepper was wiggling her panties down her legs. "Now!"

She turned back. Tony was lying on his side, naked, clothes nowhere in sight, one leg steepled, an arm casually hinged across the floor in front of him. He bore an uncomfortable resemblance to Burt Reynolds. Pepper had had such a crush on Burt Reynolds...

She felt her skirt being lifted up. Maria's face was shoved against her ass, lips seeking out every little nuance of pleasure in her flesh. She looked down to see Maria, with Maritza embracing her double still, practically humping her leg. Maria looked up at her with eyes blazing.

"You suck him," she said, unmistakable excitement in her voice. "And I'll suck you."

And Maria's tongue traveled slowly from Pepper's ass to the beginnings of her sex. Then Maria was distracted again by Maritza's mouth. Maritza moaned into the kiss and Pepper knew it was from the taste of her moistening sex...

Her mind worked overtime to fit all the second thoughts and recriminations into the time it took for her to get down on her hands and knees. Ohshitohfuckthisisanorgyi'mhavinganorgyi'mhavingafoursomethisisadaisychaini'mbeinggayi'mgivingtonyablowjobi'mhavingsexwithtwowomenandonlyonemanthatiswaymoregaythanstraightwhyamisoturnedonwhydidilikenatashasomuchohgodohgodiamenjoyingthiswaytoomuchnottobeaslut

She crawled to Tony's body. His cock was standing erect, fully exposed to her, waiting for her attention. She felt his nimble fingers, still smelling of oil and electrical work, gripping the back of her head. She didn't even think if she could fight the strength he brought to bear, pulling her mouth down to his manhood. Pepper just let it be pushed between her lips.

Then, as Maria licked her—she licked him. With the spade of his cock, just the tip inside her mouth, she carefully ran her tongue across the very end. The way it swelled under her touch told her she was doing fine. She'd never been much for blowjobs before. Found them demeaning. Blame it on the aphrodisiac, but she liked this. Folding her tongue under the hooded glans; finding out how much that made him moan.

"Knew you'd be good at managing the staff," Tony quipped. "Maritza, bring it in. I'm starved. Need a snack."

Maritza squirmed out of the second half of her coveralls: her underwear was in a drawer, if she even owned any, and her vagina was shaved. She showed Tony, kneeling on his face once he'd rolled onto his back, and he instantly had her moaning.

Pepper found herself not caring at all, beyond a voyeuristic urge to keep an eye on how hot it was. Hard to care about her boyfriend cheating on her when Maria Hill was eating her out; if eating was indeed cheating. She was writhing in pleasure, Tony straining too as he took her tongue and gave Maritza his. With all four of them shifting around, it was like they were all trying to keep balanced on a boat as it tossed them up and down. She felt on the verge of having Tony's prick slip out of her mouth. She couldn't have that.




Iron Man: Sexworld Pt. 01



Pepper opened her pink lips a little wider, meaning only to take in another inch—it seemed impossible that so much of Tony's cock was already in her petite mouth—but inch after inch were fed into her mouth, until the bucking shaft was hot against her tongue. Through it, she could feel the pulse of Tony's body. Every excited beat. She swirled her tongue over his glans and his heart jerked faster.

Pepper felt Maria's hands on her ass, dragging her body down so that instead of being on her hands and knees, she was lying on her belly, her loins resting on Maria's face. She propped herself up on her elbows and continued fitting Tony's cock to her mouth, swaying with the bounce of Maria's tongue, feeling like she was in the ocean—the tide of Tony and Maria's pleasure pushing and pulling her one way, the other...

"Fuck, mamacita," Maritza moaned, "you look so good with a cock in your mouth...!"

Maria's mouth briefly came away from Pepper's sex. "Imagine how you'd look with my cunt in yours."

Maritza smiled widely, falling from her seat on Tony's face to scratch and claw her way to Maria's outstretched legs, pulling Maria's lower body across the floor to her as Tony pulled her cunt back to him, all four of them coming together in one big daisy chain.

Tony thrust his hips up into Pepper's face; Pepper liked it, praise that she was doing everything he wanted that he'd never give her in words. She liked the maleness of his taste, the heavy musk that she could feel clinging to her, the steady beat of his arousal that she stuffed down her throat.

Then she sucked in her breath, feeling Maria jamming her tongue into her pussy. Pepper had almost forgotten, she was so lost in Tony's erection. She spread her legs wider, reached down to Maria's hair. Wanted as much of that mouth on her cunt as she could get.

"You taste great, boss," came Maria faintly. That was all the rest her tongue got. She started at the joining of Pepper's thighs, kissing slowly, almost agonizingly along the very edges of Pepper's erogenous zones, lavishing her tongue where she put her lips, giving Pepper just enough time for the sensation to fade into the background until she came, finally, to Pepper's sex. Then her tongue stabbed out and Pepper was fucked.

Pepper sighed, feeling the warm, wet blanket of her lust spreading over her body. It wasn't the soaring excitement of having Tony pound into her, so devilishly clever and almost overwhelming, but she enjoyed this give and take on its own terms. Especially hearing Maria gasp, feeling her body stiffen, and knowing that Maritza had just done something exquisite.

She wondered who was better at pleasing a woman, Maritza or Maria? She personally didn't have any complaints; just a sudden, persistent urge to find out how Maritza was... how she tasted, too...

Tony's hand was suddenly back in her hair, holding her head still as he fucked himself into her mouth. She looked up. His other hand was groping Maritza's ass as she gyrated on his face. Pepper imagined it was quite a view. One she wanted to make him forget about.

Pepper cradled his cock with her tongue and took over, moving faster than his hips could, pistoning on his cock, jolting it further and further into her throat. And every time her throat couldn't take its size and she had to relinquish it, she sucked it all the way out. Slurped her way off it. She could hear it come out of her mouth. Everyone could hear it. Tony's body tensed, his leg stiff under her head, but his cock was hardest of all. She dashed herself on it like a ship on rocky shores.

And, as his cockhead tickled her gullet, she stiffened. Maria's tonguing was easy to forget, slow and subtle; her orgasm was coming as a complete surprise. Jogging her hips, Pepper undulated against Maria's rough, wet tongue, riding it as much as she was choking herself with the sloppy blowjob she was giving Tony.

All she could do was jam her mouth down on his cock again and again, but from the tightening tension of his fingers in her hair, it was enough. Then Maria decided to give into the quivering little bundle of nerves heading Pepper's cunt, sucking it into her mouth. Pepper lost the plot, coming with a sharp exclamation: "Motherfucker!"

Tony didn't seem to mind that she'd stopped blowing him to have Maria suck on her clit until she thought she was going mad. Both his hands lodged in Maritza's ass, the big bubble jiggling on his face as he rolled it under his palms, gave it a few slaps. Then he couldn't stand it anymore. One hand went to Maritza's breasts, the other went down to his cock. He jerked it right in front of Pepper. Like he was going to come on her face. Pepper liked that.

"Fuck, fuck, eat it," Maria was saying distantly, head resting on Pepper's leg as she concentrated fully on Maritza's whipping tongue.

Pepper gave Tony's balls a lick. He gave a convulsive shiver that lasted well after her tongue had lapsed off his sack. His hand blurred. She thought he liked it. If he liked it, she liked it. Her tongue looped around his balls; her mouth pressed against his hairy sack until she could feel his testicles stirring inside. She nudged them around, lead-heavy, with her tongue and heard Tony groaning right through Maritza's cunt. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked them between her lips.

His hand was making a wet noise, beating his meat. She carefully chewed with her lips, compressing his balls just a little, then letting them up. His free hand slapped at Maritza's ass. Then he took his cock away from Pepper, unerringly slapping it across her face, one cheek then the next. It was demeaning. It was disrespectful. Pepper loved it. He was telling her he was about to come.

She got her mouth clamped on the head of his cock just in time to be treated to the salty, tangy taste of his seed—all over her tongue. It kept going, a dam breaking, she thought she might choke. She had to chug like a frat girl to keep any from spilling down her chin. But when it was gone, it felt all too soon.

She pulled her mouth away to look for more and instantly Maria was kissing her, trapping the little tributary of cum coating Pepper's mouth. Her tongue pulled it away from Pepper; Pepper sucked to get it back. They both had more than a taste, their kiss turning into a make-out session that only ended when Tony pulled Maria up Pepper's body, seating her on Pepper's face.

Pepper enthusiastically tried the taste of cunt, barely conscious of Tony's beard scratching his way down her body in a series of kisses. He only got her attention by itching it at her sex. She reached down and pressed his face deeper into her pussy, as she twisted her head to get her tongue further into Maria, as Maria saw Maritza stand in front of her and let her head be manhandled down to her opposite number's cunt.

So it went, each of them transmitting with their mouths what they were receiving. Pepper was enjoying herself and she thought maybe the others were enjoying themselves even more. She gave in completely, to giving pleasure and to receiving it, and when she had to stop tonguing Maria to let out a loud moan, it was difficult to think of how long she'd been at it.

Everything seemed to be happening so fast. It only seemed to slow a moment, long enough for her to grab Tony's head with both hands, really ruffle the shit out of his hair as she fed him her orgasm.

The others quickened their pace. Pepper went back to Maria's cunt, ravenous, and Maria worked diligently at Maritza's, on the verge of coming herself. As Tony gave Pepper's sex a kiss goodnight and left her, Maritza peaked herself, moans loud and satisfied, her sex pumping against Maria's face long after she'd finished. Tony finally pulled her away, stepping up to take her position at Maria's hungry mouth, his cock hard and ready again...

"No!" Pepper said. "You'll still have to work with her after... could be a conflict... fuck the Latina."

"Good advice in any situation," Maritza said, before Tony ushered her to her knees. He fucked her face more than she sucked his cock.

No sooner had Pepper gone back to Maria's cunt than she felt the first spurt of wetness. She swallowed greedily, Maria's orgasm starting, reaching a high peak, staying there as Pepper sucked hard, clutching her ass with both hands, trying, failing to control her pleasured seizure.

"Good call, Pep," Tony said as his cock swelled in Maritza's mouth. Pepper looked at him, knowing that in a moment Maritza would feel the first spurt of his hot cum, as she had—minutes? Hours?—ago.

She envied her. She envied him. She wrestled Maria's head between her legs, exhausted body racing back to burning need. Instantly, Pepper knew she would come at the same time as them. Maria was even better at this the second time around. Or was it the third? The fifth?

Tony had long since begun pouring his seed down Maritza's throat. He groaned wildly, fucking her throat well after the last shot had been fired, Maritza cooing needfully after he pulled away. A quick stroke and his cock was hard again. How long had it been? A second? Half an hour? Didn't matter. He was hard and Pepper wanted to suck him, Maria, Maritza, anyone. But Maria had already hidden his cock deep in her throat, more than ready to drink his cum. Now Maritza was the one between Pepper's legs, licking and sucking... or maybe Pepper was between her legs... either way it felt so good, so right...

"Well, I've had the Mexican non-union equivalent," Tony said, chugging his hips at Maria's face as she slurped. "Let's see how the great white hope does."

Pepper told herself to pencil him in for a workplace sensitivity meeting once she'd come. Four times.

It didn't feel real, the thing ending, but it was finally over. Mouths pulled free of cock and cunt. Lifeless bodies lay where they fell in complete exhaustion. Pepper could still taste cum.

That was the state the other Stark found them in once the smoke had cleared.

"Christ," Tanya said. "It looks like someone had an orgy in here."



Iron Man Trist



This story is written in Modified Script format. 

*

The Iron Man competition was the next day and my wife and I, along with our good friends, Barb & Dale, had traveled most of the day for Barb to compete the next day. I started to feel poorly over the last hour of our trip and I was looking forward to going straight to bed upon arrival. At the front desk of the hotel we were advised that they did not have a King size bed for us, but they had a upgraded suite with two queen size beds that still offered adjoining rooms with our friends. Since I was feeling poorly, I went straight to the room and right to bed. My wife chose to sleep in the adjoining bed, so she did not have to sleep in the same bed with a sick man. Quite early the next morning, I woke Maggie with my sounds of throwing up in the bathroom. A short time later, Barb entered our room from the adjoining room door. 

Barb: "I heard the commotion over here. How is Sam doing?" 

At that time, I started to throw up again in the bathroom. Barb got her answer without a word being spoken. Maggie walked with Barb through the adjoining room door and I returned to bed. Sometime later, Maggie returned from the lobby with a bag of supplies from the lobby shop with some soup, crackers and sprite. 

Maggie: "Sam, are you going to be OK?" She paused for an answer that did not come. "Or do you need me to stay here today?" 

Sam: "I do not need help throwing up, so go watch the event and have fun. Tell Barb that I wish her the best of luck."

A short time later, Dale entered the room with the women and they shared their hopes that I get better and they all departed for the event. 

Returning late that evening, I heard the group enter through Dale's room and all come straight over to our room. They shared that Barb had finished in 13 hours 35 minutes and she was very pleased with her time. Dale & Maggie had been enjoying a few adult beverages while they watched the competition, so they were having a very good time. Barb went into her room to take a shower while Dale escorted my wife downstairs for some dinner. Barb always brought along her post-race meal as she knew she would not be in the mood to go out to eat. Dale & Maggie returned to the room announcing that they had a band with dancing down stairs in the bar. Dale walked next door to check on his wife. Maggie was feeling a bit frisky and inquired about how I was feeling. She gave me that light caress that I knew very well. It had been a few hours since I had last thrown up, but I was in no shape to assist her passions. 

Sam: "Honey, why don't you have sex with Dale?" I said in a quiet voice. "That is, if it's OK with his wife." 

I had always wanted the best for my wife at all times. And I knew that she was in the mood for sex, and the thought of her having sex with another man did not bother me, as her happiness was all that mattered. Also, I was a bit excited about the idea of her having sex with someone else on the spur of the moment, having not thought of this prior to this moment. 

Maggie: (Exclaiming very loudly, in a shocked and disputing voice) "SAM!" 

With that Dale and Barb came walking in from the adjoining asking what was up. 

Maggie: (In a sassy voice) "Go ahead Sam. Tell them what you just said."

Sam: "I had just suggested to my beautiful wife, that since I am in no shape to satisfy her sexually tonight, well, I suggested that we inquire with Barb, if she would release her husband for the evening. And before you guys respond, let me say a few words. I love my wife more than I can ever fully explain and as part of my unfailing love, I am willing to do anything to make her happy. I am quite sick and will not be any good for her tonight. And I would love for her to have an enjoyable evening tonight that I cannot provide. Her happiness means everything to me. So yes, I am suggesting Barb and I consider allowing our spouses have sex together tonight. I have several rules that go along with sharing my wife; 

- Any activities must not take away from our mutual sex life.

- One time approval does not grant continued approval

- I do not expect any reciprocation, as her happiness is its own reward for me. 

"I love my wife and if something makes her happy, then it makes me happy. But to my own desires, I would like to hear a retelling of her adventure. So, to avoid any hard feelings, and before anyone shares a thought, I suggest that we decide based upon a blind vote. Use this deck of cards. If each one of you agrees with my suggestion, then each person selects and places a heart face down on the table. If anyone disagrees, then they select and place any black card. A single black card means a 'No -- Go', with no discussion as to who said no. I love you Maggie, and I will do anything for you! Barb, do you want to move forward with this activity, or just call this whole thing off now?"

Barb: "Lets vote."

I could see the mixed emotions around the room as Dale appeared intrigued and excited about this, but did not want his wife to see his feelings. With that, I placed the Ace of Hearts face up on the table. 

Sam: "I am guessing that this is a surprise to no one, so place your cards under mine."

There were a few looks around the room, except for Barb that only looked down at the floor. Each person walked up silently, selected a card and placed it under the ace of hearts. Barb was the last one up and she shuffled the cards and handed them to me as she walked back she handed the cards to me. I pulled out the Ace of Hearts, then turned over the remaining cards, heart, heart and... HEART!

Dale: (In a bit of a shocked voice) "Honey, I did not expect you to go along with this."

Barb: "It has been a long day and I am exhausted. I am not going to have sex with you this evening. I know that you are going to pester me for sex either tonight, tomorrow morning or both and then again when we get home tomorrow night. After today's race and another full day in the car, I will be in no shape for you still. This is the perfect solution, a onetime event while out of town, ONE THAT WILL NEVER BE REPEATED!" (the final phrase of her statement spoken in a stern voice.) 

Dale gave his wife a very passionate kiss. 

Barb: "I am going to sleep. You two have a good night." 

And with that, she walked though the adjoining room door and closed it behind her. 

Sam: "Maggie, I love you so very much, have a fun evening, relax and just enjoy."

Maggie: "You are the best, feel better. I love you!" 

Dale had moved over close to the door. 

Dale: "Well, I need a drink." 

Dale grabbed the door knob and my wife joined him as they walked out the door to go to the hotel bar. I was still weak and I was actually glad to see them walk out the door to get some sleep. I was not sure that my wife would even go through with any amorous activities this evening. I am, however, quite sure that I fell asleep before their elevator made it down to the ground level. 

Sometime later I woke to the sounds in the hallway. From my position in the bed closest to the window, I could see the rest of the room in the dim light. The other bed was empty and I could see a bit of light shinning under the door. I positioned a second pillow over my head to allow full visibility, with the hope that the pillow would limit their ability to see if my eyes were open or closed. The door opened and I saw Maggie reach over and grabbed Dale's hand escorting him into our room. They did not turn on the lights but there was enough light through the sheer curtain in the window, that all was visible in the dim room. 

They walked over to the edge of the bed with Maggie still leading Dale by the hand. Maggie turned around with her back to the bed and just pulled Dale on top of her as they fell back onto the bed. Dale wasted no time and began kissing my wife on the neck. I laid there quietly not moving, to silently take in the evening's entertainment. 

Let me set the stage by describing our little troop. Barb is 5' 10" with a slender athletic build and size 'B' breast that I always enjoy sneaking a peak at. She has lovely medium long blond hair that she wears pulled up when racing. Dale is 5' 11" and was very athletic for most of his life. He has not stayed up with his wife's total focus on being in shape but he is still muscular and is still in overall good condition. My wife, Maggie, is a very beautiful woman, although, she does not know it herself. She is 5' 5" with mid length brown hair that she often wears in a pony tail. I love it when she wears her hair up. She has the most attractive round face and her eyes are just amazing, they make me melt. She has put on a few pounds since our school days, as we all have, yet she still has a very curvy and full gorgeous figure. She has full 'D' cup breasts that are my favorite. And I am 5' 7" with a moderate build and a little bit of belly that most do not notice, but I continue to work at in an effort to reduce it.

After a short bout of kissing, Dale stood up and in a single movement pulled his shirt over his head. Maggie sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread straddling his legs. She made quick work of removing Dale's belt allowing his pants to drop to the ground. He then reached over to caress my wife's breast through her top. She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse one at a time, very slowly. As she finished, Dale assisted her by pulling off her blouse down her arms. She reached an arm behind her and with a quick snap; she unlatched her bra, allowing her breast to drop while still loosely held by her bra. She adjusted her shoulders and her bra fell to the floor exposing her glorious breasts. Dale did not waste a moment in moving to caress them with both hands. 

Maggie stood up with Dale still standing close in front of her, their bodies bumping at the chest as she rose. Dale did not back up thus allowing Maggie's body to rub against him as she dipped her hips one at a time to remove her short black skirt, only to reveal that she was not wearing any underwear. This was unusual for my lady, thus I knew that she was really getting into this. She left the room shortly after our discussion, so my only thought was that she removed her panties when they went downstairs to the bar for dancing and drinks. I was proud of her for being so playful and taking full advantage of the 'Hall Pass' for the evening. Maggie sat back down on the bed and as she did this, she dropped his boxers to his ankles as she went down. 

He pushed her back down to the bed and then lowered himself directly on top of her. She rotated her hips back and raised her legs. This was a position that I knew well and this allowed the base of one's penis to settle between her vaginal lips with the head of the penis on or near her clitoris. She then began to rotate her hips forward and back in a rocking motion. After some time, he rolled over alongside her and began to work on her breast with both his hands, followed by one hand and his lips as he began to suckle on them. He adjusted his attentions to her vagina and clitoris gently working his hand as Maggie relaxed on the bed. After some time, she pushed him over on his back and climbed on top on him laying her head on his belly. She rubbed her body against his as she moved from his belly up to his chest kissing as she moved up his body. She then lowered her hair fully around her head and allowed only her hair to tickle his body as she moved down his body past his belly, down his throbbing dick and onto his thighs. 

She climbed on top of him and grabbed his solid shaft inserting it into her pussy, slowly lowering herself down on top of him. Once she settled into the base of his dick, she began to rock forward and back while he resumed his attention to her breasts as he was thrusting up into my wife. She reached one of her hands down and began to work at her own clit as she arched her back away from him. At this moment, I thought to myself that I have never been more attracted to my wife, in all of her sexual beauty, than at this single moment. I was also never more in love with my wife. She was gorgeous and I had never had the opportunity to see her in the act of sex from this angle. I was snapped away from my thoughts as she began to orgasm. It was amazing! My good friend Dale continued to thrust hard up into her all through the bucking of her orgasm. 

After she finished, he rolled her onto her back, reinserted his penis back into her vagina and began thrusting hard into her. During the shift, I could see that Dale was blessed with a larger and longer penis than my own. Although I may be average, he was well endowed. I was happy for my wife to have the experience of a large dick. It did not take long for her orgasm to return. And this one was stronger than the first, she moaned loudly, to the point that I was concerned that Maggie may wake up Barb in the next room. It was but a few seconds later that Dale joined her in orgasm. He was breathing as hard as I am sure his wife did as she finished the race a few hours before. He rolled off of her and they lay on their backs, both panting trying to catch their breath. Maggie patted her hand on Dale's chest.

Maggie: "One night only Dale. This was amazing. Now go to your wife."

Dale did not speak but rose, brushed his hand gently on her cheek, kissed her on the forehead, gathered his clothes and exited naked carrying his clothes though the adjoining room door. After he exited the room, she rolled over onto her side facing me, still naked and sweating from her activities. 

Maggie: "How did you enjoy the show Sam?" 

Sam: (spoken in a low voice) "I love you and was so happy that you were able to enjoy yourself this evening. I would do anything to make you happy."

Maggie: "But you did not tell me how your enjoyed the show?" 

Sam: "You were amazing and yes I enjoyed every minute."

Maggie: "Well? Are you up for sex?"

Sam: "Oh how I wish that I was up for it, you are so beautiful. I just want to sleep and start feeling better." 

She kissed her hand and touched it to my forehead and slid into the covers of her bed and settled in for a good night sleep. I was back asleep within just a few minutes. 

The Ride home was a bit awkward at first. Dale drove with Maggie and me in the back seat. Maggie sensing the awkwardness, broke the silence by starting to reminisce about the past fun times that we have all had and it was not long at all until everyone in the car was relaxed and enjoying themselves. I slept most of the trip. 

As we arrived home after the long drive, I was eager to ask about the details of my wife's evening with our good friend Dale.

Sam: "So, Tell me about your evening with Dale? How did everything go at the bar? How was it for you? I have so many questions, so please take your time and walk me through your evening."

Maggie: "Well, it was a bit dark in the hotel room, but I know that you were watching our every move, and our second time was much better than the first." She said with a lilt in her voice. 

Sam: "Wait! Second time, I only saw you have sex once in the hotel room."

Maggie: "That was actually our second time."

Sam: (saying playfully) "You little Vixen! I am impressed. I must say, when I first suggested this topic to the group, I was not sure how you would react, having not discussed this with you before. And the fact that you did not respond with any reactions, I was not sure how into this you were, or even if you would have the nerve to go through with it. So, start from the beginning, go slow and give me every detail."

Maggie: "At first, I was nervous, but then I realized that there was no need to impress him, or worry about his reactions or think about the future. This was just sex and a onetime only evening. So we walked down to the bar without saying a word, grabbed a booth in the back and we both ordered drinks, doubles! I then asked him if he was comfortable with all of this and if we were able to play with each other tonight and never again. He advised that he was still in shock at his wife's response. We enjoyed some liquid courage for a while and then went out on the dance floor, which allowed him to relax a bit. We returned to the table for some more drinks and appetizers. I could tell that I was going to need to take the lead for this evening to go well, so right there at the table I reached my hand inside of this pants to get an advanced glimpse of the evening activities and give him some courage. 

"I pretended to dance in my seat and dropped my panties to my ankles and reached down and grabbed them up and put them into my purse. I did this right there in the bar, and no, I do not believe that anyone noticed. I then placed my cloth napkin on my lap. He knew what that meant and did not waste any time to start fondling me under the napkin. He tried to stop his stroking when the waitress came over to bring us another round of drinks. But I put my hand on top of his through the napkin and kept him moving while engaging the waitress in conversation. 

"I already had a plan in mind because I did not know if he was going to have stage fright. I had spotted a family restroom off the main lobby and told the waitress that we would be right back as I led him by the hand out of the bar. We walked boldly into the restroom, not even looking to see if anyone even noticed two people entering together. He became emboldened once that door shut and pushed me against the corner wall as he made quick work of dropping his pants and stepping out of them. He lifted one of my legs up in the air holding it below the knee and grabbing his penis by the shaft, he inserted it with a small wiggle, well that is once he found the right spot. With all the stimulation at the table it did not take long for me to orgasm and in this position is only took him a few extra thrusts for him to shoot his load. 

"We did a little redressing and returned to the bar. We were back at our table in what seemed like only 5 minutes. He slammed his drink. We spent much of the rest of the evening on the dance floor for the slow and fast dances. We stayed at the bar talking and dancing until closing and then headed back to the room. And I believe that you witnessed the rest of the evening's activities. Now do you have any questions?"

Sam: "Excellent job, you have done a nice job of telling me what happened. Please tell me how you enjoyed the sex."

Maggie: "Well, I was horny and I wanted sex. He was just a toy for me to play with, and I made the best of it. I enjoyed the sex. But, I love you. I will not be with him again. You gave me a special gift, I love you very much. Now, are you feeling up to a little playtime?"

Without responding, she reached into my pants and felt my partial erection from all of this talk of sex. She continued to work her magic until a full erection was achieved. She then did something that has only happened a few times, by reaching her head down and spread her lips over my penis. It was glorious! And as I shot my load into her mouth, and she swallowed my full supply, even milking me for every last drop. As she finished I collapsed onto the bed and I wondered... would we be invited to the next Iron Man Competition? 

A Story by Jay Namelorb. 

Edited by Slipperwhenwet.

You may consider reading these other stories: 

1. Snows of Trout Lake 

2. He Never Remembers 

3. Retirement Village Visit 

4. Drive Time 

5. Iron Man Trist 

6. College Roommates 

7. The Gift 

8. Sexual Roulette 

9. Marketing Plan, Sex Sells



Iron Man



"Swallow all of that tasty cum, Robert. You are always making me do it. It's your turn. I'll let you breathe when you've swallowed it all. If, when I pull that condom out, it's not clean, I'll get Rover going and put his cum in there for you next. Shake your head when you're ready and I will pull out the condom."

A short time later, he visibly swallowed, shook his head and opened his mouth. Sure enough, the condom was almost completely clean of his huge load and the rest was gone. 

Surprised and a little disappointed at how easily he drank down his own cum, she said "You did well Robert. You swallowed that like a pro." 

She turned out the light, leaving him bound, snuggled up to his warm bear like body and promptly went into a deep sleep.

As she slept, Robert thought about what had just happened. He liked the taste of cum! It was almost habit forming. Then he wondered what he was going to do while she was in Europe on vacation. 

Chapter 3 - Back At Play

It was two weeks later and The Master was reading an article at Literotica.com. 

Suddenly, IronMan IMed him. "Please Master. forgive me for missing our appointment. May I come over soon? My ass is crying for a spanking, your big hard cock and I want to drink more of your delicious cum."

"I told you not to miss that appointment and you didn't even have the courtesy to contact me right away and explain what had happened," IMed The Master. "I have better things to do."

Dejected, Robert signed off. 

Every day, as his need increased Robert again IMed The Master, begging again and again to be allowed to come back. 

After two weeks, judging the increasing urgency of the young man, The Master replied. "I will let you come over this Saturday but there will be some conditions."

"Anything Master, I realize I screwed up badly. Whatever you say," responded the happy submissive man.

"Very well, since you said "anything," the conditions are as follows. You will provide me a digital copy of your driver's license now and show me the original when you walk in the door. You will give me the name of the place you work as well as your immediate supervisor's name which I will confirm before you arrive. You will provide me with the full name and screen name of your girlfriend. Finally, you will be harshly punished but without leaving any permanent marks or damage and you will have no safe words except one. If you use it, the session will end immediately and you will be forever prohibited from coming back. As long as you're obedient and never treat me or anyone else with discourtesy again, your identity will be forever safe with me. If, however, you misbehave, I will send a copy of those pictures I took last time along with more I will be taking during our session to your girl friend and your boss. Are those conditions satisfactory?"

Robert hesitated, he would be at The Master's mercy. But he was so horny and it was all his own fault. The Master had been gentle with him last time, telling him what was coming next and not exceeding the limits that were negotiated. "Yes Sir, I agree. Thank you for taking me back," he replied. 

"I will have to go to Staples to make your copy and I will send it along with the other information in a couple of hours, before midnight for sure. No permanent marks from the punishment, Sir?" asked Robert. 

"Just for the record, when I make a promise, I keep it. Don't ever make me repeat a promise again. You would be wise to adopt that code for yourself and do it swiftly," answered The Master.

"I will expect that information you promised today and your ass at my door no later than 1 PM, this Saturday. Eat a light lunch, no more than 200 calories. I don't want you too full. Do you understand?" typed The Master. 

"Yes Sir. I understand."

"Good. I do not expect to hear from you otherwise unless there is an emergency. I want to know promptly if there is something preventing you from keeping your word. If something like that happens, it better be serious. Now, sign off and get me that information."

"Yes Sir." And IronMan signed off, relieved that all was well. 

Chapter 4, The Punishment

WOOOSH THWACK!

Another bright red stripe appeared across his ass, a half inch above and parallel to the other two. 

"When you begged me to forgive you for standing me up last month and agreed to do anything to make amends, I told you to expect punishment. You begged me to punish you, 'no limits' you said."

"Well, I like to punish with a hot caning. When I'm done punishing you, you'll have a baboon ass. Don't worry, it will leave no permanent marks. I want you to feel this punishment for a while to give you a reminder of what happens when you're rude and disobedient." 

The dense but very limber cane was whipping almost double on the back stroke and sinking deeply into the defenseless man's ass. Then it sprang back, leaving a bright red mark like the two rails of a railroad track, as well as two sharp spikes of pain a second or two apart. 

When IronMan arrived, The Master had him strip and put leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles as he had the first session. 

IronMan was astraddle and attached to the spanking bench this time. His ankles and wrists were resting on padded shelves and secured to the bench with nickel plated double snaps. He could squirm but he was held firmly. He was helpless, despite his powerful body. No amount of thrashing about could budge the deeply embedded marine eye bolts his cuffs were secured to.

His big strong ass was split by the carpenter's horse shaped bench. His cock and balls were pulled back between his legs, exposing them and his pink virginal ass hole.

After he was secured, The Master took a new silicone penis gag and inserted it into the big masculine submissive's mouth. Drool was already beginning to pour out and run down the red leather of the custom made spanking bench. 

He then put a hot wet towel on the secured man's ass. "I'll be right back boy. I hope you're comfortable." The Master then went upstairs and finished his preparations. He took a stainless steel tray with a digital camera, red erasable marker, cordless electric hair trimmer, disposable safety razor, shaving cream, stainless steel bowl of hot water and a couple of terry towels down to the dungeon. 

He removed the cooling towel and carefully drew a heart shaped figure around the bound man's beefy ass with the bottom just below his ass hole and the top too curves including the top of his butt cheeks. IronMan began to squirm in surprise. "What is he doing?" thought the alarmed bound and gagged man?

Next, The Master took the trimmer and carefully removed the thick hair from the marked area, careful to keep "within the lines." He applied the shaving cream to the almost denuded area and carefully shaved the man's ass as hairless as a baby. His large ass, shown like the moon, round and pure white, exposed to the light for the first time in a decade. After wiping away the soap from the bound man's now pure white ass, he again took the red marker and this time wrote, BABOON, in large block letter across both of his white ass cheeks. 

He picked up his digital camera and took several pictures to memorialize the event. 

His preparations finished, he explained what was next. 

"Well boy, it is time for your caning. I am going to be lenient with you and only use a rattan cane instead of the Delran one. Even there I will use a medium one. It is 30 inches long and only 3/8 inch in diameter. In addition, it is painted black with a gloss acrylic to keep it fairly smooth and limber. The marks will last only a week or so and will fade quickly. The hair will grow back fast, based on how your beard grows. So, the modifications are very temporary." 

He then applied a dozen hard strokes to the man's wide bubble butt, taking his time but expertly placing them close together in a ladder of blood red, characteristic double welts. 

When he was through, he hung up the cane and got down his punishment strap, It was a four inches wide by 20 inches long, rubber strap attached to an 8 inch long, hard wood handle. Made of limber thick rubber, it would lengthen during the back stroke and contract on contact, attacking the flesh of the already sobbing young man. It would be almost unbearable. 

"Well, now that your butt has something to think about, here comes your Baboon ass," chuckled The Master. "This is going to make your ass burn like the fires of hell. It will take your mind off of those little cane marks." He then proceeded to apply the "Prison Strap," to the already very tender red ass of the now crying muscle man. The Master was watching the clock. Within 30 to 45 minutes of the first cane stroke, endorphins would kick in, dulling most of the pain. The punishment area would be numb. They were already building. He wanted to give the man some distress to remember before the natural pain killers took over. 

When IronMan's ass was indeed red and bruised, looking like a Baboon in heat, The Master stopped, leaving the crying punished man still strapped to the spanking bench. Again, he took the digital camera out and took several shots from different angles, capturing the results before they faded. 

"I am going to give you a few minutes to let the endorphins come in and then we'll get to the fun parts of this session you missed last time." Stated The Master. "I'll be back in fifteen to twenty minutes. By then the warm fuzzy feeling from last time will be there and you'll feel a lot better. Cheer up, your punishment is almost over." He took an old but clean wool navy blanket and covered the hot young man. He would be cold soon. 

When The Master came back, IronMan was no longer crying and he was floating even higher than the first session. The pain from the punishment was now quite a bit lessoned and he was calming down. 

The Master removed the Velcro secured penis gag, putting it on the stainless steel tray along with the other items. 

"It looks like you feel a lot better Boy?"

"Yes Sir, that hurt like I was going to die Master," said the now very submissive man. 

"I'm sure it did. I hope you remember this lesson well. This was a relatively mild session. I wouldn't recommend a harsh punishment." 

"So, you wanted to be fucked as I remember it. It is time to get you ready for that."

The Master slipped on a set of latex gloves and lubed them up with KY jelly. Spreading the tender cheeks of the submissive's still very sore ass, he took his middle finger and slowly inserted it into the young man's ass. It was just like butter, narrow and soft. There was no way The Master's cock would fit without some preparation. After working his lubricated finger in and out of the now almost purring young man's ass, The Master lubed the index finger of his other hand and slowly inserted it in along with the other one. 

"Master that hurts," cried the young man. 

"Yeah, I know it does. Believe me you'll thank me for this later," said The Master. He pulled both fingers out and went to his toy chest, pulled a drawer out of the white cabinet and removed a 1.5 inch diameter butt plug, a medium. Slipping a condom on to prevent contamination, he lubed that too and slowly inserted it into the tight ass of the helpless young man. 

"Please pull it out, please pull it out," cried the young bound man. 

"Quiet boy or I will redo your punishment. Take deep breaths and push out instead of tightening like you're trying to stop a fart. Push it out a little. But if it falls out on the carpet, you'll be sucking it clean and licking the carpet as well. You'll get used to it shortly."

Sure enough, the pain started to get less harsh and he now just had a tingle and full feeling. Sensing the man was ready, he slowly removed the plug and inserted another one, this time 1.75 inches. Used to the process, there were no protests, just a lot of fast heavy breathing while the man got used to this diameter.

Finally, the pain was almost gone and The Master slipped on a condom, pulled the butt plug out and slowly inserted his larger 8 inch cock. Once in, he let the man get used to it again. 

When he was calmed down, the fucking began, and the man finally got what he had begged for last month. 

During the fucking, IronMan's cock started to get hard for the first time this session and The Master lifted him up to let it grow. He reached around and stroked the hard, now wet cock and when the man came, his ass spasmed, sending The Master over the edge. He too came and slowly withdrew his softening cock. 

IronMan's ass was no longer the cute pink bud of before. Now it was a swollen, gaping red hole. It would take a long time to recover its previous innocent appearance. Never able to see it before, that never crossed his mind.

The Master unclipped the man from the spanking bench, helped him down to the carpet and ordered him to clean up. Understanding immediately, he licked up his own cum and drool. Once he could stand, he put all the equipment back where it belonged. The Master, resting in a leather chair, beckoned the man over where he kneeled between The Master's legs. The Master pulled the condom off and without being told, the man put his head back and opened his mouth. The Master, surprised at this move, thought, "what the hell" and poured the cum into the man's mouth and on to his lips. He discarded the condom and took another digital picture of the cum covered submissive. 

"You're improving swiftly boy. Maybe you have some promise?" stated the surprised Master. "Suck my cock clean and then it is time for you to go home. I have things to do. Put some cream on those stripes when you get home. They won't last long."

"Yes Master, thank you for taking me back."

He reached for The Master's large wet cock with his right hand, held his balls with the left and did as ordered, sucked The Master's cum from his large musky cock. 

Chapter 5, Homecoming

 

Smiling as he drove home, relaxed as he had never been before, he started to consider his situation. Life was good. 

Gail was right. He had gotten that promotion ahead of Peter, his girl friend's former lover. 

Peter was an overbearing blowhard, an ass hole. He had been a thorn in his side for years, running his mouth, taking women and jobs. Even in high school they had been rivals. Peter the all American running back. Robert the good but nothing special defensive end. Peter, the college graduate. Robert, lucky to complete high school while he worked to help support his mom and sisters. Peter, Gail's first serious lover, had been bragging about how he was fucking the boss's daughter, the boss's secretary and half a dozen other women at the same time. 

Gail was a beautiful and intelligent woman who had the drive to succeed he never had. All he wanted to do was get the job done well and on time. Gail was focused on the future for them, the next promotion, investments, self help books and tapes screened and boiled down for him. She was the greatest! 

Well, here and now, his balls were empty and he had pleased The Master with his performance. He had that front covered. 

His job was going well. 

Gail would be back from Europe in three to four weeks, giving him plenty of time to heal up and grow back the hair. Next time The Master wouldn't punish him. It would just be the fun part like the first time. 

Yes, life was good. 

Just then his truck struck a pothole and his ass bounced up and down on the hard bench seat. "Yeeoowwhhh! Damn, that hurts!" 

As he pulled into the apartment complex, he noticed Gail standing on the balcony, waving wildly with both arms. She was jumping up and down and screaming at him! "Surprise, Surprise!"

"Shit, shit, shit," he thought, over and over. "I'm fucked now! What am I going to do?"

He pulled into an empty spot and stopped. He didn't do anything. He just sat there, covering his face with both hands, emotion almost choking him. 

He took a deep breath and got out of the truck, waving back to his girl friend. 

"Great surprise Gail. I thought you were staying another 3 weeks," he yelled, trying to smile. 

"Come up, come up?" she yelled back. 

Gathering his courage, he locked his truck and headed up the elevator to their apartment. 

As he came into the apartment, she jumped up, put her arms around his neck, wrapped her strong trim legs around his waist and kissed him lovingly while rubbing her pussy against his stiffening cock. "God, she was hot," he thought. 

"I couldn't stay away any longer. I missed you." She sighed. "I'm all sweaty and dirty from the long flight and you're no daisy yourself. Get into the shower. I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Then you can give me the homecoming I deserve."

Resigned to an explosion but cooperative as usual, he went to their bathroom, quickly stripped off his sweaty, cum covered clothes and got into the shower. He was careful to face forward to hide his 'Baboon ass.' "Maybe she wouldn't notice and he could get the rest of himself shaved so his ass wouldn't stand out. The marks couldn't last forever, The Master said they would heal quickly," he thought.

As fast as he could, he washed the marker, cum and sweat from his body, trying to finish before she got into the shower. Just as he was done, she bounced into the room, nude and beautiful, slipping into the hot spray of the shower, pressing her wonderful body against his hairy chest and thighs. 

"I'm all done babe, let me wash you up. I can't wait to get my hands on that beautiful body. It's been so long. Turn around," he said. 

She faced forward and wiggled her plump sweet ass against his hardening cock. "God, she had magnificent skin," he thought. Reaching around her warm smooth body, he cupped her right breast with his right hand, took the soap in his left and began washing her left side." Tweaking her right nipple, he washed under her left arm, around her left breast and down to her ass, cleaning the cleft of her firm round butt.

Finished on the left, he switched nipples with a pinch to the right while grasping the left between the fingers of his strong left hand. He picked up the soap in his right hand and washed and stroked her firm wet body. He completed the washing and moved both hands down her body, sliding his fingers between her legs, lightly but firmly massaging the top of her inner thighs. His large firm hands squeezed the lips of her shaved reddening pussy, lifting her lightly so only her toes touched the wet shower floor. The pressure against her large clit caused a groan to escape from the aroused young beauty. His now rigid cock was rubbing between the firm wet cheeks of her ass.

"God, you turn me on you big bear. I have missed this so much," she whimpered. "Put me down. I want to hug you." When she was released, she turned and threw her arms around his waist, hugging his hairy muscular body and crushing her firm breasts against his six pack abdomen. She slid her wet hands down his hairy back to his denuded muscular ass, squeezing his bare white cheeks, forcing a yelp from her big muscular boyfriend.

"What the hell?" she yelled. "Turn around and put your arms up. What have you been up to?" 

Resigned to the inevitable, he obediently turned, put his large hands up to the corners of the shower stall and spread his legs until they came in contact with the narrow shower walls, legs spread almost three feet. The hot water streamed down his strong hairy back, hairy except for his striped, black and blue ass, of course.

She squatted down behind him, grabbed his red striped ass, inspecting it closely. Then she pulled his punished ass cheeks widely apart, seeing his obviously fucked, red and swollen ass hole. 

"What the hell?" she yelled, recognizing the cane marks for what they were and the state of his asshole and what that meant. She turned and opened the shower door, grabbing her deep blue terry cloth robe and throwing it on without drying. Water was streaming from her long wet hair, soaking her bath robe. "Stay away from me, you cheating son of a bitch," she screamed. 




Iron Man



He didn't know what to do but to play it safe. He stayed in the hot shower until the water started to run cold. Turning it off, he stepped out, dried off and slowly ventured out to the now empty apartment, a large towel around his waist. She had gone. Now what was he going to do?

Chapter 6 - Revenge Is Sweet

Call The Master, maybe he could help!

He dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, signed on and seeing The Master on line, sent an IM. 

DEIronMan254U: Master, may we speak?

TheMaster: Very Well. What do you want?

DEIronMan254U:  Gail came home early and saw my ass. She cursed me and left. 

TheMaster:  Interesting. Did she pack a bag?

DEIronMan254U:  No Sir.

TheMaster:  She'll be back. If for nothing else, to get her clothes and other personal things before leaving permanently. 

DEIronMan254U:  You think so? So you think she will cool down and forgive me?

TheMaster:  No, I don't think she will just forgive you. You are going to have to make her feel better , explain why you're a stupid ass hole and beg her to please take you back. 

DEIronMan254U:  She thinks I cheated on her. 

TheMaster:  And?

DEIronMan254U:  Well, I didn't cheat on her. 

TheMaster:  You had sex with another man and you don't think that's cheating?! Having a romantic or sexual encounter with anyone, man or women, when you belong to someone else, is cheating, you Baboon. 

DEIronMan254U:  Uh, I guess you're right Sir. 

TheMaster:  You think? I thought you had more brains than that. You also have another problem. 

DEIronMan254U:  God, what else? Sorry Sir. What else, Sir?

TheMaster:  She would probably forgive you faster if it were another woman. She can't compete with a man. On top of that, when she finds out you're bisexual, she's going to be worried about HIV. 

DEIronMan254U:  Oh my God, are you infected?

TheMaster:  I swear, whatever she does to you, you deserve it. Of course not! 

DEIronMan254U:  Master, please. What should I do?

TheMaster:  When all else fails, tell the truth and beg for forgiveness. Tell her you will do anything to make amends and tell her that there was no other woman. Tell her you were just experimenting to make your sex together more racy. 

DEIronMan254U:  Yes Sir, I'll do that. Anything else?

TheMaster:  Give her my phone number 302-555-2376. Tell her I can explain everything and help her get revenge for disappointing her. Make sure you say that. 

DEIronMan254U:  Revenge, Sir? What are you going to do?

TheMaster:  Do you want my help? Your job, your reputation, your life with the woman you love depend on her feeling good about herself and letting her not only get even, but to get ahead. I'll help her do that. 

DEIronMan254U:  Yes Sir! 

TheMaster:  Do you have a cell phone or pager number for her?

DEIronMan254U:  Yes Sir, a pager. 

TheMaster:  Just in case she comes home before I reach her, strip and kneel in front of the front door but 6-8 feet from it so she's not surprised when she comes in. If she comes in before I call back, put your head down and say, "I'm sorry Gail. Please forgive me. I will answer any question you have." Have the phone next to you in case I call or she calls. If she calls, say the same thing and promise to do anything to earn her forgiveness and you can explain. 

DEIronMan254U:  Yes Sir. 

TheMaster:  Now, give me her pager number and your phone number. I will try to reach her. If she lets you, offer her my phone number. 

DEIronMan254U:  Yes Sir, thank you Sir. 

The Master signed off and Robert followed orders to the letter, hoping all the time that he would complete instructions before Gail returned. 

Some time later, Robert's phone number rang. 

"Hello?" Answered Robert, tentatively.

"OK, Baboon, I spoke to her. By the way, that's your name from now on instead of IronMan. She's going to stay with her friend, Heather, to cool off. Then the two of you will meet me at my place, two weeks from today at 1 PM. You're to do whatever either of us say. If she feels vindicated, she will take you back with the conditions she will give you at that time. If you're disobedient with either of us, I will give her the pictures I took of you. She'll leave you forever. She will show the pictures to her father and ask him to give them to Peter and the guys on your gang. You'll be fired and I think the word that you're a cock sucker will end your Iron Worker career. If not, it will certainly change your status on any Iron Worker crew you may try to join. If she feels vindicated, I will still give her the pictures but she will take you back. Your relationship will be much different and you will keep your job." 

"Do you understand, Baboon?" Asked The Master. 

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!" Cried Robert, thankfully. 

Two weeks later, he arrived early at The Master's town house and saw Gail's car in the drive way. He parked across the street, came to the door. As he was about to knock, The Master opened the door. 

"Ok Baboon, get in here," ordered The Master. 

"Sir, where's Gail? He asked. 

"She's upstairs getting ready. No more questions. Get your ass down to the Play Room and get undressed. Put your cuffs on. Wait there. I'll come downstairs in a few minutes," barked The Master.

"Sir, yes Sir," said Robert, meekly. 

When he was nude and cuffed, Robert knelt as he had before and waited. 

The Master came into the Dungeon and had him straddle the spanking bench as before. He was cuffed like last time except this time he put a fur lined blindfold on him. The Master left, not saying a word. 

For over a half hour, Robert was alone. He couldn't hear anything! He was getting more and more concerned! What was happening? Had they left him there? What if the building caught fire? He would die helplessly!

Finally, Gail and The Master came down the stairs, both laughing. "They knew each other already! But, she's happy. Maybe this won't be too bad?" he thought.

"I've agreed to take on Gail, your new Mistress, as a trainee. You will be the subject in our training sessions from now on. Depending on how well you behave, your Mistress will allow you to live with her as before. If not, you know the consequences," announced the Master. 

"Yes Master, Yes Mistress," answered Baboon. 

"You're as hairy as a Baboon, ass hole. I'm tired of the scratches so we're going to take care of that right now," said Gail. 

She flicked on the hair trimmer and started at his neck. Down came the trimmer to the already denuded portion of his naked ass, creating a white stripe down the middle of his back. 

"He looks like the skunk, he is," laughed Gail. 

She shaved him bare on that side, from his neck to his heels, leaving his back side as hairless as a 10 year old boy. 

"We'll get the other side later Baboon. Doesn't that feel better?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress," he choked.

"Good, Master has informed me you finally figured out, you cheated on me. Is that correct?" she asked. 

"Yes Mistress, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm just a stupid, thoughtless idiot," he begged. 

"We'll see. For now, however, turn about is fair play," she stated firmly. 

She came around the front of the bench and removed his blindfold so he could see her for the first time. She was dressed in a tiny black leather bra that forced her ample breasts together, giving her a deep cleavage. She was naked otherwise except for black high heels and a black leather harness, sporting a long red dildo about 6 inches long and about an inch in a half wide. 

"Since you're a cocksucker, a bad one The Master tells me, you can lubricate this dildo for me. Suck on it and get it nice and wet. It's going into your worthless ass so do a good job," she ordered sharply. 

"Yes Mistress." He replied hopefully.

She stood on a Pullman's stool and slid the firm silicon dildo into his mouth. Slowly she inserted it into his mouth until he started to gag, backed off for a few seconds, only to insert it to the gag reflex mark again. Over and over she forced him to choke on the almost slender but very firm cock like spike, causing his eyes to water. He could smell her arousal getting stronger and stronger as she fucked his face. With tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping off of his firm chin, she finally pulled the wet dildo out of his mouth, stepped off the stool, moved it to behind him and thrust the hard silicone dildo into his ass to the hilt. 

"It hurts, It hurts, please Mistress, take it out. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He cried, his mouth gaping in pain. 

"Of course it hurts, Baboon, but not as much as it hurt me when I discovered you cheated on me. Get used to it since it may be the closest you get to fucking for a long time," she yelled. 

While she was forcing the slender dildo in and out of his already sore ass, The Master came around to his front and slipped a ring gag into his already wide open mouth. Securing the straps behind his neck, The Master lined up his dripping eight inch cock with the former IronMan's mouth and began slowly but shallowly, sawing it in and out of his forced open mouth. "You know what to do Baboon, suck and lick." 

For several minutes, the double fucking continued with Robert being screwed at both ends. 

"That's enough of that for now," stated the Master as he pulled his large wet cock from Robert's sucking lips and removed the ring gag. 

"Thank you Sir," whimpered Robert. 

"Yes Sir." Answered Gail. 

The Master unclipped Robert and together they moved him to the bondage table where he was secured face up, arms over his head. With Gail using the trimmer and The Master an electric razor, they soon had his other side shaved as well. They spread his legs and secured them with long rope to hooks in the ceiling, almost doubling him over. 

Gail removed her dildo harness and lie down between his widely spread legs adding to the tension on his hamstrings, her back against his balls, squashing them until he moaned from the steady painful pressure. The Master mounted the long bench, inserting his large wet dick into the her already dripping, tight hot pussy. 

"OH GOD, that feels so good," she moaned. 

Slowly and tenderly, he began to long dick her, rubbing his pelvic bone on her engorged clit at the end of each stroke. After nearly a half hour and with Gail cumming over and over, he started pounding her body with his rock hard cock. This drew an almost animal cry from the impaled beautiful woman while crushing Robert's balls even more. Finally The Master grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand, thrusting his huge cock to the balls into her formerly tight pussy while putting his whole weight on top of her and of course, Robert's balls. He came deeply into her, his huge cock spasming into her talented pussy. 

As his cum spurted strongly into her hot wet depths, she came again, more strongly than she ever had before. The shear depravity of the scene had overwhelmed her already kinky soul.

"My God Master, that was incredible," whispered the very satisfied and still cock stuffed woman as she came down to earth. 

The Master slid forward tilting her ass up as he pulled his softening cock from her cum soaked pussy with a slurp.

"It's feeding time for the Baboon, Trainee," The Master stated matter of factly, as he left the table to the bound Robert and the Domme in training. 

"Yes it is. Thank you for reminding me Master," chuckled Gail. With that, she stood, her hand over her shaved mound, holding the cum inside. She walked carefully up the table, stood with her feet on either side of Robert's head and sat on his face, her cum soaked pussy resting on his firmly closed mouth. "Bad Boy," she giggled as she reached back, grasped his balls and began to squeeze. "Suck Our cum from my pussy, Baboon. Lick it all up until I say stop."

"Eth, Msssteh," was all she heard as she felt his lips lock onto her flowing pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her sloppy cum filled cunt. 

A month later. 

He was spread eagle again and completely hairless except his eyebrows and head. Even his underarms and pubic bush were bare. Gail had used a strong chemical hair remover on his big muscular body only this morning. To keep his skin soft and silky, she spread expensive scented lotion on his entire body. He would also have the word 'Baboon' tattooed across his ass in large black letters.

He was to get laser hair removal over the next several months so she didn't have to go to all the trouble of removing his scratchy stubble. His body, was snow white except for his almost purple, red ass, recently strapped by his Mistress to warm him up. His ass ached at the slightest touch.

He was in their apartment and he heard Peter in the other room talking with Gail! 

Gail had required him to tell her father, that Peter should get the Project Manager's job instead of him since Peter was more qualified, with not only experience but a degree. 

Gail had explained to her father that she would have Robert keep an eye on him and have weekly meetings at their place to make sure all was as it should be. With Gail the Company's book keeper and Robert, their best foreman, Gail's father decided to promote the highly qualified Peter and take the risk. 

It was the first weekly meeting and Peter was at their apartment for the first time. 

Gail said, "Peter, you know I got you that promotion, don't you?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I knew you would come around. Where is my favorite boy, Robert?"

"He's waiting for us to have a preliminary meeting and we'll join him. Your job depends on you continuing to meet my conditions. I can just about guarantee you'll like them."

"First, you will not screw around with my dad's secretary or any other woman without my permission. I will arrange to keep your balls empty and your dick soft with a smile on your face."

"Further, you must never tell a soul about our agreement or what happens in this apartment, except the business aspects, unless I give permission in advance."

"You will treat Robert with professional courtesy on the job. Off the job, everyone is to believe you're best buddies. Is that clear?" offered Gail. 

"Well sweet thing, I'm sure you are enough woman to keep me happy. Won't Robert object?" He asked. 

"No, he won't disagree. Just so you know he won't be a problem, follow me," she stepped over to the bedroom door and opened it. 

Robert's bound and gagged, hairless body was on display. His ankles were bound to the top of his thighs with wide leather cuffs and his legs were widely spread, secured to Sport Sheet connectors. His wrists were tightly held over his head by more leather cuffs and rope tied to the corner bed posts. His hairless cock and balls were in a CB 3000 chastity belt and his butt plugged asshole drew the startled gaze of the surprised and overjoyed Peter. 

"As a final condition, your first act as Project Manager is to fuck my cheating boyfriend. I'll be filming this first session to seal the deal and ensure your cooperation. You will fuck him weekly during our meetings. You may fuck him as often as you like the rest of the week and do pretty much whatever you like with him in this apartment, provided I am present." 

"Otherwise, any other time and as long as it is in this apartment in front of Robert, the Baboon, you may fuck me as well. You will always use a condom when fucking either of us, tie it closed and give it to me afterwards. I'll be feeding the contents to Robert later. He needs his vitamins. Do we have a deal?" Smiled the grinning new Domme.

"I have always wanted to teach him a lesson or two and you're the best fuck I ever had. You have a deal," said the grinning Peter as he pulled his shirt over his head. 

"What do you say to your buddy, Baboon?" she ordered.

"Please Master, Fuck my worthless ass," he begged on queue.

Robert's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw Peter's horse cock as Peter dropped his dark blue boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them. 

Gail grinned as she took the digital video recorder from the dresser, sat down on the chair at the foot of the bed and began filming. Revenge is sweet!

"Pay back's a bitch. Isn't it Baboon," She laughed as Peter crawled between his trembling thighs.

The End

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