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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Monsters_Inc_(2001)
  Relationship:
      Steve_Rogers/Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Dubious_Consent, SERIOUSLY_YOU_GUYS_PAY_ATTENTION
      TO_THAT_TAG_AND_WARNING, Somnophilia, Dildos, except_um_..._worse,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Monsters_Inc._Fusion, except_instead_of_screams_or
      laughter_of_babies_its_hormones, it's_actually_not_that_bad, except
      there's_no_happy_ending?_it's_more_of_an_ambiguous_ending, can_i_say
      dubious_consent_again?_rape/non-con_elements_again?, please_don't_read
      this_if_that_triggers_you_-_Tony_is_asleep_and_cannot_give_consent, oh
      also:, Tony_is_a_student_at_MIT_and_underage_(16), because_non-con/dub-
      con_isn't_bad_enough, Inappropriate_Workplace_Behavior, Kidnapping,
      Underage_Prostitution, Forced_Prostitution, Additional_warning_to_say
      Tony_is_underage_and_prostituted_to_ALIENS, It_makes_sense_you_guys,
      Steve_is_an_alien_remember?, Do_four_fingers_count_as_fisting?,
      Inappropriate_use_of_sex_as_drugs, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Rough_Oral
      Sex, FROM_ALIENS, okay_like_can_i_call_them_lizard_people_or_is_that
      speciesist, Public_Sex, Public_Humiliation, Probably_let's_face_it, I
      Don't_Even_Know, you_guys, he's_16, KIDNAPPED_BY_ALIEN_STEVE_FOR_SEX_AND
      DRUGS_AND_MONEY, Please_Don't_Hate_Me
  Series:
      Part 4 of Stony_Bingo_Card_2017
  Collections:
      Captain_America/Iron_Man_Bingo
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-18 Completed: 2018-02-12 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 8274
****** Door 72112 ******
by shetlandowl
Summary
     NSFW Monsters Inc. AU where Steve is employed to enter the world of
     humans and collect highly desirable hormones and naturally produced
     chemicals that fetch a handsome price among his people.
Notes
     To borrow Sparrow's words: this is not standard shetlandowl fic fare.
     It was meant to be longer, but I hope y'all get the idea here. I hope
     my readers don't run screaming and shun me forever for um, this, but
     hey, if you like it, I guess I can continue it. WHO KNOWS. We'll see.
     It can only get less rapey from here, right?? (Wrong.)
     Thanks Sparrow for cheereading!! <3 It didn't quite get as dark as I
     first intended (mainly because I cut it short), so maybe that's a
     sign that our mojos are returning to their natural balance again =D
     ETA: Unbetad, all mistakes are mine! I didn't even read it over, so
     it might be a minefield.
     For the "free space" square on my Stony bingo card.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The door handle gave way easily under his touch and the door swung inwards. No
pets, no roommates, no partners: an ideal door. Steve made a mental note to
thank Sam for his great work; they’d been an unstoppable team this past month,
and with a little luck, they would finish at the top of the board this time,
collect their bonuses, and wipe the smug looks off Natasha and Clint’s faces
once and for all.
Steve slipped into the room and let the door click shut behind him. With quiet,
confident steps, he picked his way across the room, neatly avoiding the cramped
desk stacked three, four feet high with textbooks and binders, and tip-toeing
past the landslide of stinky laundry, gentlemen’s magazines, and shoes that
littered what once was a floor.
There was no clear space on the floor for him when he finally made it to the
young man’s bed, but Steve balanced carefully on a pair of moist flip flops, a
large, scrunched-up towel, and a pair of stained boxers as he reviewed his
target.
Tony: sixteen, single, father-issues, chronic masturbator.
Bundled up as he was, Steve couldn’t see much of Tony besides the thick, dark
brown hair, and a small glimpse of his face where he had stuck his nose out
from between the blankets to breathe. How similar they were to their targets,
Steve mused to himself as he concentrated his efforts into warming up the space
around them. While he waited, he tore open a fresh pack of protective gloves
and rolled them down over his hands with care. If he played it right, this one
would be a walk in the park.
It was a small room, and soon, Steve observed the results of his focused
attention. Slowly, inch for inch, Tony started to squirm in his blanket cocoon.
First, he freed a leg and swung it on top of the blankets; next, one arm. By
the time Tony had belly-flopped on top of his covers in a loose-limbed sprawl,
panting softly in the sudden heat and humidity of the room, half of Steve’s
work was done for him.
“I never thought I’d meet a guy like you, Tony,” Steve murmured softly, only
loud enough for Tony’s ears to register his words, but not so loud that the
young man startled awake. “But I always wanted it to be like this.”
In his sleep, Tony’s lips curled up in a smile, and with the unhurried
indulgence of a far-off dream, he rocked his hips and rubbed his soft cock
against the covers of his bed. Steve watched on with a satisfied smirk as
Tony's cock filled and hardened; quick work for someone so young. He knelt
beside the bed, then coaxed Tony’s legs farther apart with a gentle, sweeping
touch up Tony’s inner thigh. In his new position almost entirely on his belly,
it was no effort on Steve’s part to bring both hands up to frame Tony’s firm,
round ass, and knead them just hard enough to squeeze and separate for his
inspection.
Whoever had done the research on this human had done his or her job well: the
target was clearly single. Steve removed one hand briefly to rub his fingers
together, activating the lubrication of his right glove and letting it work a
little more than usual. Five minutes added in prep, and hopefully that would be
enough to get the canister in and the job done. The kid was young, he’d come
faster than a speeding bullet. If his refractory period was just as quick,
Steve would most likely had no trouble making up the added time lost to prep.
With one hand firmly spreading Tony’s cheeks apart, Steve rubbed his warm,
lubed middle finger down the seam of his exposed crack. The young, perky flesh
was taut and supple under the pressure of his fingers, and by the time Steve’s
wet thumb rubbed and teased his perineum through his glove, Tony was already
moaning his interest and his pleasure.
As the young man under his hands started to rub off against the blankets in
earnest, the rhythmic grinding of his hips better revealed his balls to Steve’s
reach. Without letting go of his ass, Steve shifted his attention down further,
first caressing Tony’s balls with his lubed fingertips, until his hips stilled
enough and pushed back down to press his drawn-up sac into Steve’s waiting
palm. Steve pressed back with just as much interest, rolling Tony's balls in
his hands and massaging them with increasing pressure until Tony was
practically drooling and panting into his pillows. With years of practice under
his belt, Steve urged Tony up a little on his knees--just enough to reveal his
fully hard cock as it hang heavy between his thighs, leaking from the tip.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” Steve groaned breathlessly, and slowly,
reluctantly, released Tony’s balls. Predictably, Tony whined his discontent,
spreading his thighs further apart and arching his back to needfully press
back, chasing Steve’s touch.
It didn’t take Steve long to oblige him again.
Spreading those ass cheeks again, Steve swept a lazy but insistent circle
around Tony’s hole, painting his target wet and warm with the lube from his
gloves. Cautiously, he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle, and
he was met with minimal resistance. Perhaps Steve had misjudged his ass on
first inspection; maybe Tony had practiced enough on his own fingers or toys in
the past. If he did so regularly, he’d only have made Steve’s jobs easier.
Steve pushed his middle finger in all the way easily. Again Tony moaned, and
again he pushed back into Steve’s touch, only growing more excited and more
demanding as Steve felt around inside him, curling and thrusting his finger in
turn as he searched for Tony's prostate.
Eventually, Steve found it, and without hesitation, without mercy, he scrubbed
his finger against it, not letting up for a beat to give Tony a chance to
recuperate.
As expected, it worked like a charm.
Tony keened like a wounded animal, clawing at the bedspread and biting into his
pillow with Steve’s every touch, his ass pumping down on Steve’s fingers even
as he tried to draw away; Steve brought his dry hand up to the small of Tony’s
back, and with a firm pressure stilled Tony’s attempts to pull away long enough
to slip in a second finger beside the first.
The first finger had been easy; two fingers was a tight fit. Though, the way
Tony desperately cried for release, he didn’t seem to mind. Steve continued his
direct assault now with two fingers, pumping into him and curling his fingers
to begin the stretch before he dared to scissor his fingers inside Tony’s body.
There was a whimper and a twitch of hesitation in Tony’s eager hips when Steve
spread his two fingers wide at his hole, forcing the tight ring of muscle to
accommodate the stretch.
When he pushed in fully with a three fingers, Tony’s body shuddered
uncomfortably, shifting his weight with unease, and Steve’s hand at the small
of his back had to apply more pressure just to keep him from crawling away.
Steve withdrew slowly and rubbed his fingers together again, generating more
lube and letting Tony rest before he tried again. Two fingers slipped in easily
again, and he thrust slowly, almost in apology for how he had aggravated Tony's
hole moments earlier. Clearly, his first assumption had been most accurate.
Gradually, Tony warmed to his touch again, relaxing and letting his thighs
spread farther apart in invitation, moaning eagerly under Steve’s touch.
This time when Steve added a third finger, Tony took to the stretch more
readily. Steve twisted his three fingers as one, pumping slowly; occasionally,
he reached farther and treated Tony to a tender and teasing massage of his
prostate, but now his focus was on stretching him for the job. The next time he
pulled his fingers out, he did so with his fingers spread wide, until Tony
whimpered again at the pain of his three fingers held still at the rim of his
hole, spreading him wide open.
In one smooth, practiced move, Steve twisted his hand and let the canister
locked and loaded on his forearm swing down into place. The blunt, pointed head
of it fell right into his palm, and with his three fingers stretching Tony's
hole, he eased the canister in through his fingers, where it gathered some lube
off his glove on the way.
Half of it slid into Tony smoothly, but there was enough resistance where
Steve’s fingers hadn’t reached that prevented it from slipping in without
force. Tony held his breath but kept his knees spread wide as Steve pushed it
in further, until Tony’s thighs quivered and a good six to seven inches of the
canister was inside Tony’s body. With a press of his finger, Steve warmed it a
few degrees and turned on a soft thrum vibration; young and responsive as he
was, Tony’s breath hiccuped with the added sensations, and Steve watched on
with satisfaction as Tony’s fingers began digging into the mattress again. As
Tony’s soft whimpers and whines turned into murmured pleas and cries for
'more', Steve eased the canister slowly out of his body the scant few inches he
needed to leverage and thrust into Tony’s slack body.
The lazy, instinctive rolls of Tony’s hips quickly began to lose their steady
rhythm, and just as his breath was coming in short, desperate pants, Steve
forced the canister in all the way and let it lock into Tony’s body as he
climaxed, harvesting as much of the boy’s highly prized cocktail of hormones--
particularly his serotonin, oxytocin, and prolactin.
Steve rubbed gentle, soothing circles over the small of Tony’s back, easing him
down from the high of his orgasm. When Steve was sure he had all he could get
out of him for this round, he disengaged the device and pulled it free to allow
Tony’s ass temporary but needed rest. Muddled and cozy as Tony was after his
high, he rolled away from Steve as soon as he was released, crawling
instinctively under the covers to fall deeper into sleep.
But Steve wasn’t done with him yet; a young gem like this was good for more
than one orgasm. If Steve had his way, Tony would be good for another two,
minimum.
Steve checked his watch and allowed a few seconds to pass so that Tony could
get comfortable in his new cocoon. Then, slowly, Steve lifted the covers enough
to lean in after him, nuzzling into Tony’s soft hair and up the back of his
ear, where, softly, he spoke to him. “Tony?” he murmured under his breath, and
with some added concentration, emanated both heat and the faint scent of a
crackling log fire, something he had learned was particularly enticing to the
repressed but adventurous type.
“Tony, I’ve missed you,” he whispered then, and Tony turned his head back
towards him, his eyelids fluttering open in his sleephaze.
“Fuck,” Tony mumbled drowsily, and even with sleep clearly glazing over his
eyes, he struggled to stare at Steve. “‘m I dreamin’? You so hot, so fuckin’
hot.”
“You want me, don’t you?” Steve wondered rhetorically, watching Tony like he
wanted nothing more than to claim him for himself. “Roll over baby, let me
taste you.”
Clumsy with sleep and struggling against his own covers, Tony tried his best to
roll onto his back and toss the covers away to reveal his nude body to his
dream come true. Steve bussed his cheek in an expression of gratitude even
though Tony had fallen back into a deeper sleep, and slowly he slipped down the
length of Tony’s body until he faced his half-hard cock. He nosed at the coarse
hair at the base of Tony’s cock, exhaling warm air and encouraging him to grow
harder, faster. Without moving away from Tony’s crotch, Steve reached around
with his still-dry fingers to scoop up some of the lube trickling out of Tony’s
stretched ass so that he could cup and massage his balls again, rolling them in
his hand leisurely and lifting them so as Tony instinctively spread his thighs
again, Steve could reintroduce the canister to his hole.
There were strict rules against the sharing of hormones in the human world,
especially on duty. But Steve knew how to get the job done without opening his
mouth. He let his eyes slip shut, and instead let Tony’s soft breaths, grasping
fingers, and the twitching, instinctive jerks of his hips guide his movement.
Unhurried, and ever so tender, Steve nuzzled up the length of Tony’s cock as it
grew thicker and firmer. Tony cried out, and his hips stuttered up helplessly,
desperate for friction, and Steve took immediate advantage then to press the
blunt head of the canister back against the rim of his hole. This time, it took
less force to ease it in, and in return, Tony eagerly squeezed around in,
drawing it in deeper to his body.
Steve exhaled slow and steady around the wet and flushed head of Tony’s cock,
sending a shuddering thrill of excitement through Tony’s body. Between the warm
and tender sensation at the head of his cock, the rough manhandling of his
drawn-up balls, and the deep, steady thrust of the thick canister, it didn’t
take Tony long to come again with a choked-off cry and an aggressive thrust of
his hips.
This time, Steve wasn’t as kind. A quick glance down at the display told him
his job was 70 percent done. Rather than pulling out and allowing Tony a
moment’s rest, Steve reached for the hidden controls and turned off the option
for vibrations. In their place, Steve turned up the option for ridges and
knobs. So soon after his second orgasm, and with the canister already buried so
deep inside his body, Tony gave a strangled cry when he felt the uneven knobs
knuckle up inside of him, and his body bowed off the bed.
With a sudden but effortless heave, Steve braced Tony’s weight with one arm and
all but bent Tony's body in half until his knees brushed against his shoulders
and his ass, stretched around the full girth of the canister, was up on clear
display. Steve leaned back and pulled the canister out far enough that he could
angle it just right so that every roll and thrust of the knobbly, bruising
device landed directly against Tony’s prostate, milking rather than coaxing
Tony’s next orgasm from his body. He wrapped his free hand around Tony’s heavy
cock, plump and hard again almost immediately after the second orgasm, and
rather than letting it beat wildly with every hard thrust, he jerked Tony off
with a rough twist at the head at the end of every stroke. Tony whimpered and
cried under him, struggling in vain against the weight of Steve’s body as his
impending orgasm drove him wild with lust; Steve forced the canister all the
way into his body for a third time, where it lodged and locked in for the final
collection as Tony’s climax rocked his body like a barreling train, wrenching a
breathless scream from his dry throat.
“So good for me,” Steve praised him in a whisper, easing the fully loaded
canister out of Tony and letting it fall to the mattress. He braced Tony’s legs
with care, gently lying them out on his bed and rubbing his sore thighs out,
even slipping two lubed fingers around and into his hole to be sure there was
no bleeding or tearing to worry about.
“I’m so proud of you, Tony,” Steve smiled when he saw that his fingers came
away without any traces of bleeding, and he pressed a soft kiss to Tony’s
sweaty, panting chest. “You’ll sleep so good for me now, won’t you?”
Tony murmured something in the affirmative, drawing his knees together and
curling into a content cuddle. Steve eased up on the heat and humidity he was
projecting into the room, and soon the Boston winter air seeped in, encouraging
Tony to crawl under the covers again for warmth.
Steve slipped his hand quickly under the blanket to pick up the canister, and
with the same care that he entered the room, he slipped out through Tony’s
closet door to return to his own world.
“A hundred percent?” Sam whistled to himself when Steve sat the canister down
on the side table. “On all hormones? Man, that’s why you’re in the lead.”
Steve was still trying to peel his lube-coated gloves off when he looked up at
the large board overhead, and he couldn’t contain a pleased grin at the sight
of his own name climbing the charts well ahead of Natasha.
“Make note of that door, Sam,” he told his partner then. “He handled like a
dream, might as well make him a regular visit.”
“Rogers, you keep harvesting at full capacity, and I will get you door 72112 as
often as you like.”
Steve smiled thoughtfully to himself, remembering Tony’s soft cries and
grasping fingers. The illicit taste of his sweat. “In that case,” he said, “put
him on the schedule for tomorrow.”
***** Door 72112: Archived *****
Chapter Summary
     Steve might not be human, but he's no stranger to temptation.
Chapter Notes
     Unbetad and written in less than 24 hrs, so please forgive my
     mistakes. Those of you who responded & voted on Tumblr, thank you! I
     hope this is in line with what you expected. At least, I'm pretty
     sure it's in line with my initial promise that 'you'll never feel
     clean again.'
     Reminder of warning: Tony is underage (16).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Not four months later, Steve took him.
It wasn’t long before Tony became Steve’s most prized door, a body whose
youthful stamina and unresolved sexual needs helped Steve surpass his quota
every week. Where most bodies seemed to plateau and tire over time, Tony grew
more responsive to Steve’s touch and to his voice. By the third week, Steve had
gone as far as to bring a second canister on his regular visits to Tony’s door.
His hunch paid off spectacularly. Tony had instinctively learned what it meant
when the cold Boston night turned warm and humid. His subconscious remembered,
and sometimes before Steve even reached his bed, Tony would have tossed his
blankets aside and spread his knees in anticipation, his ass turned up to be
touched, and his heavy cock leaking against the mattress.
At first, Steve had taken the cautious, conservative approach of filling the
first canister before beginning on the second. The fine needles were too small
for human comprehension, and even when they all pushed through into the
bloodstream for the harvest, the sensation was either entirely negligible
relative to the pleasure of orgasm, or, in many cases, the sting only added to
the climactic ecstacy.
One night, he had taken the chance of slipping one canister over Tony’s hard
cock, pumping it over his erection until Tony was fit to burst before
introducing the second canister in his ass. Between the tight, velvety core of
the canister massaging around his cock, and the thick, knobbed girth working
his ass open, Tony’s body had handled like a dream, thriving on the pain of
both canisters simultaneously locking in, and unbothered by exhaustion.
But it wasn’t until the night when Steve sent Sam home early and entered Tony’s
room with six canisters that his life fell apart. He had planned to stay with
Tony all night, to harvest slowly and see if the impossible was possible.
Steve used one canister to milk his cock, while he fucked Tony with a second
canister, and then a third, for the more lucrative hormones. Despite his
initial doubts, Tony filled the three canisters faster than Steve could have
hoped. Satisfied enough to let Tony rest, he had laid down beside Tony after
that, cramped together on the standard dorm room twin bed. He held Tony’s
sweaty, panting body close, and even asleep, Tony turned into Steve’s chest,
chasing the unusual warmth of his body.
This had already gone on too long, and despite his extensive training and
veteran experience, Steve was at the end of his self-restraint. While Tony
nuzzled and moaned into his neck, Steve draped his heavy arm over Tony’s body
to cup the full, round cheeks of his ass in each hand. He rolled them so he lay
on his back with Tony snuffling on top of him, and finally free to indulge in
his long-standing curiosity, he treated himself to spreading Tony’s ass and
kneading the meat of his ass, exploring the different ways he could make Tony’s
soft panting hitch in irresistible, moaning sobs. Steve worked his way closer
to his hole, inch for inch, until finally all he heard from his pet was hoarse,
mumbling encouragement; as Tony instinctively spread his legs the closer Steve
got to the crack of his ass, the more encouraged Steve was to reach forward
with his slicked up fingers and press two, then three fingers forward to learn
what that divine, warm body felt to inhabit.
On top of him, Tony moaned under his breath from the satisfaction of being
filled, and blindly he mouthed and drooled all over Steve’s neck.
Steve knew better. Raw, unprocessed human hormones were dangerous, the most
addictive substance to their species. What was harvested intravenously—the
serotonin, the oxytocin, the prolactin—became ingredients for the most powerful
and lucrative sources of pain relief in their world. What was collected
directly as expelled fluids—or what they sometimes humorously referred to as
harvested from the tap—were vital to developing powerful sedatives.
But of the human fluids that had not been tested for practical use, saliva and
sweat topped the list. Despite the risk, and knowing he would lose both his job
and his license to harvest if he came back haunted with symptoms, Steve
couldn’t resist the temptation. The risk was negligible compared to the
overwhelming desire to receive what Tony seemed so desperate to give. He parted
his lips as Tony pushed up enough to move past his chin and reach Steve’s
mouth, and with lazy, sloppy imprecision, Tony’s lips slotted over Steve’s,
spit, tongue, and all.
Lust surged through Steve like a live wire, wild and uncontrollable. Desperate
to taste more of this new drug, Steve fisted Tony’s hair with both hands to
hold him firmly in place, devouring his mouth and swallowing his tongue, his
moans, and his breath until Tony startled awake from near suffocation to shove
and pound at Steve’s chest and arms for freedom.
Steve had enough sense to let go when those strong, calloused fists pounded at
his chest, and he leaned back into the bed to watched Tony stare back at him,
panting hard and flushed dark with excitement. But Steve’s attention were
focused on this new prize that was his mouth, and he couldn’t tear his eyes
from Tony’s kiss-swollen red lips, glistening with the aphrodisiac of his spit.
“You,” Tony gasped, touching Steve’s face like he just couldn’t believe what he
was seeing. “Are—you’re real,” he whimpered, and then he couldn’t stop touching
Steve, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist, to his long, thick
erection that was unlike anything Tony had ever seen. And the camera was
supposed to add ten pounds, so that was saying something.
“I thought I was going crazy,” he said instead, partly vindicated though he was
still mostly confused. Knowing that the gorgeous man who regularly came to him
in his dreams and left him sated beyond belief was real did not explain who he
was, or why he was there.
“Your body,” Steve croaked, still desperate for release after his first taste
of Tony’s mouth. Tony blinked down at him in confusion, because that hadn’t
even been a complete sentence, but Steve had neither time nor patience to
explain. He rolled them over again, throwing Tony down to the mattress, face
first.
After taking two canisters back to back, Tony’s body was both slick and
stretched for Steve’s cock. Steve mounted him fast and took him hard, pulling
Tony’s pliant body back onto his cock with such force that bruises formed
across Tony’s hips where Steve's hands held him fast.
The first time, Steve did not last long. In fact, he barely registered the
satisfaction of fully seating his cock in Tony’s body before his orgasm
barreled through him like a storm, merciless and consuming. His mind returned
in stages, and it wasn’t until some minutes later that he realized he was still
fucking into Tony’s body, chasing his second orgasm before he had recovered
from the first.
He spent himself twice more in Tony before pulling out, stretched out beside
the young human with a bone-deep exhaustion. Sometime between Steve’s second
and third orgasm, Tony had come so hard that he had lost consciousness, and
Steve now pulled him into his arms again, cradling him to his side under one
arm while he tugged the covers free with the other to pull over them both.
Hours later, when he stirred awake by the early signs of dawn, Steve made up
his mind. He rolled Tony over again, letting the boy lie on his belly while
Steve knelt between his spread legs. He had three more canisters to fill before
they could go home.
When he returned at the end of his shift, Steve left the four canisters he was
assigned to fill that night. The sleeping human and his additional two
canisters, he carried home with him.
***
As the leading harvesting agent in the company, Steve lived an exceptionally
nice life. The physical atmosphere would take some adjusting to, and the food
might need careful balancing, but Steve had plenty of resources to provide Tony
with a good life.
He deposited the human in his sleeping nest when he first got home, unwrapping
him from the blankets he had carried him away in like a birthday gift. The
sweat had dried from his skin or been brushed away by the bedsheets while Steve
carried him, but Steve couldn’t resist staring at Tony’s naked body with a
possessive hunger now that he was first laid out before him. With gentle hands,
he squeezed and caressed Tony’s inner thighs, marveling at how easily he
reacted and obediently spread his legs. Steve brushed his fingers over the
delicate skin of his balls, rolling them tenderly in his hand as he mused over
just how something so fragile, and much smaller than Steve’s fist, could be so
potent and valuable.
“Where am I?” Tony had mumbled drowsily when Steve lifted one of Tony’s legs to
rest against his shoulder.
Steve considered his question as he pumped two slick fingers deep into Tony’s
body, massaging his prostate and scissoring him open. Tony arched into the
touch and keened with pleasure, beautiful and responsive as always.
It had only been five or six hours since he had filled the sixth canister, but
Tony was young enough to recover quickly. Even after the secondary stretch of
Steve’s thick fingers, and Steve pulling Tony’s hole open between his thumbs,
Tony still winced and mewled in turns of pain and pleasure as Steve sunk deeper
and deeper into his body.
“You’re home,” Steve whispered against his ear once he was buried to the hilt
in Tony’s body. He adjusted carefully, rolling his hips experimentally to learn
different angles and new ways he could make Tony cry and whimper on his cock.
With one leg pinned between their bodies, Tony body was already stretched to
the point of pain, but Steve was a quick study, and with every slow, controlled
rocking of his hips, Steve found new combinations and tricks to draw delirious,
fluttering whimpers of pleasure from Tony’s lips.
This time, Steve had the advantage of sobriety. Thicker and longer than any of
the canisters, Tony struggled at first to accommodate him, and it was only with
his superior mass and strength that Steve managed to pin Tony to the mattress
and keep him contained as he fucked into Tony in short, purposeful thrusts.
With all that he had learned about Tony’s body in the past four months, he
easily brought Tony to and from the edge multiple times before he let him taste
release, wringing two powerful orgasms from Tony’s body before succumbing to
his own.
***
When Tony woke up in Steve’s sprawling nest that first morning, he opened his
eyes to a strange orange world. In place of Earth’s yellow star, this one was
warmed by a distant orange star, and a nearer red star. The outward walls of
the room were all transparent, and provided Tony with a full view of the
peculiar and unexpectedly purple landscape. It looked like a private garden,
but there was no green to be seen. The only thing in this world that seemed
familiar was the large man sleeping beside him, the man who had come to him in
his dreams. Tony shook him awake at once to get an explanation.
“Am I dreaming?” he had asked first, still daring to hope he was wrong.
“You’re not dreaming, Tony,” Steve had told him, almost bored with the
question. Instead, he had reached down to cup Tony’s half-hard cock, making a
mental note of its size. Before he had a chance to stroke Tony to full hardness
and see how quickly he could milk his pet first thing in the morning, Tony
viciously batted his hand away and shuffled away on the bedroom.
“Who do you think you are?” Tony snarled, bundling himself up in the bedsheets.
“Do you know who my father is? He makes bombs for a living, and I’m his only
son. You better take me back to my dorm, or he’ll make you regret you were ever
born.”
“I’d love to see him try,” Steve laughed, but he sat up in bed to face Tony. He
kept his distance at first, allowing Tony some semblance of security. “Listen,
I know it’s not easy, but I am what your people would call an alien. You’re not
in your galaxy anymore,” he explained, speaking slowly so Tony wouldn’t be
lost. “I will take care of you. You never have to worry about disappointing
your sire or anyone else again. And if you let me, I will make you feel more
pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.”
Still hesitant to believe anything of what Steve was telling him, Tony frowned
in thought. He remembered his dreams, the ones where Steve came to him night
after night, like some angel of sexual deliverance. Curious despite himself to
see what Steve might be offering, Tony asked him to prove it. So Steve swept
the blankets off his naked body and laid back against the firm cushions in the
nest. With his eyes on his pet, Steve closed his fist around his own soft cock,
and with the fast and firm grip that always did the trick, he quickly worked
himself to a full hardness.
Tony watched him with a reluctant but undeniable lust in his eyes, but when
Steve swept two fingers over the head of his cock to gather the first of the
precum and offer it to Tony, he was quick to lean in take Steve’s hand in both
of his, bring it to his mouth, and suck the come off of Steve’s fingers.
His reaction was visible and immediate. A warm glow spread over his skin, first
warming his cheeks and the back of his neck, then sweeping across his chest and
abdomen. His tense posture under the blankets was forgotten, and his whole body
relaxed in a short series of quiet, delighted laughter. He sunk down into the
cushions then, pleasantly drowsy from the heady, relaxing effects of Steve’s
come.
“Thought you’d like that,” Steve murmured, and Tony watched him with a
hesitant, but amazed wonder. “Our hormones aren’t as effective for you as yours
are to us,” he explained, although, since it probably made no sense to Tony at
this point, so he tried to simplify it further. “We’ve come to understand our
effect on your species is emotional, not physical. In my case, contentment.”
“So, this is all science?” Tony wondered, enjoying a languid stretch before
rolling closer to rub himself against Steve’s body. “I like science.”
Steve grinned down at him, and cupped his face gently before kissing him
chastely on the lips. Even without the taste of his tongue or the undeniable
effect of his saliva, Steve caught just enough of his aphrodisiac from his
smiling lips to feel a physical reaction.
“What’s that?” Tony whispered in response to Steve’s predatory growl. Steve was
practically incoherent as he moved closer, biting hickeys down Tony’s neck and
needfully pawing at his pert ass, and Tony’s body responded in kind even as he
tried to make sense of the sudden change of events. “Oh—oh, fuck, you—damn, was
that just from—”
“Kiss,” Steve groaned against Tony’s collarbone, and when he put Tony on his
back, Tony’s legs instinctively fell open to cradle Steve’s body, making the
perfect intimate space for him to slide in between his thighs. Steve got his
big hand around both their cocks, holding them firmly together as he thrust
greedily, moving in a slow, dry slide to take the worst of the edge off.
“Your spit, it’s—” he tried to say, but he was too far gone to string sentences
together. “Drives me crazy.”
Tony moaned in delight at the sudden attention, already close to the edge and
hungry for a fuck himself. The thought that his body had such immediate effects
on whatever Steve was thrilled him; in this alien world, this was a source of
power he sorely lacked otherwise, and it left him heady with excitement over
the possibilities. So while Steve tried to get off with quick but painfully dry
frottage, Tony sucked down one of his own fingers, coating it with as much spit
as he could before reaching down and sweeping his wet finger over Steve’s full
bottom lip.
“Fuck me, if that’s what I’m here for,” he whispered, and watched, spellbound,
as Steve’s pupils dilated until his eyes were unrecognizably black, and he
could feel Steve’s profuse precum dripping over his own cock trapped in Steve’s
fist, and down over his abdomen.
Keyed up beyond his control, Steve turned Tony over onto his belly, shoving his
face down into the cushions and tugging his ass up at a sharp angle that would
keep Tony’s legs spread, but his muscles tight around his cock.
***
When Steve called into work later that day to quit, his boss was, predictably,
furious.
In his new-found spare time, Steve reached out to the small but reliable group
of seedy contacts he had. He needed to learn the most efficient way to harvest
Tony’s hormones, pheromones, and bodily fluids, but also, perhaps most
importantly, where to sell it.
His friends did not disappoint.
Rumlow provided him with a technical guide for the different uses of black
market products. Natasha told him about a club that curated a very exclusive
clientele every night when two of their four moons aligned.
Steve kept it simple: a machine with a collecting canister attached on a piston
rod, and an adjustable sleeve that could be fitted over a hard cock or a fist
to simultaneously harvest and inject from Tony’s body directly to the wearer.
The sleeve cut out any intervening process, and allowed whoever was fucking the
human to mainline his hormones directly, making Tony irresistible—and, most
importantly, priceless.
***
Except, Steve was too impatient to wait for their new equipment to arrive: he
wanted to take Tony out into the world at first opportunity.
They came to an understanding, the two of them. Steve accepted Tony’s few but
important boundaries, blood and breath play chief among them, while Tony
promised not to let another of Steve’s kind kiss him without Steve’s direct
permission. They agreed on six months to start, by Tony’s understanding of
time. If all went according to plan, Steve could build an empire in that time.
Besides, he knew (perhaps, better than Tony) how quickly even young human pets
lost their valued stamina and potency.
“They don’t all look like me and you,” Steve warned him before they left his
home for the first time. “Only a few of us do; that’s why we’re hired to visit
your kind by—what did you call it?”
“Big pharm,” Tony answered, fiddling with the sleeves of his new outfit. It was
a well-structured, ankle-length single piece of clothing that closed in the
back. No matter how Tony twisted and turned in it, he couldn’t understand what
it was made of, or even how it worked; it felt warm but weightless, yet
remarkably cool to the touch, as if it had been woven from intangible fabrics,
like clouds and summer rain.
He didn’t wear a collar or a lead, but Steve kept his hand on Tony’s hip at all
times, keeping him close. It turned out to be all for the better, since Tony
was caught staring at anything and everything moving around them. All around
him, creatures of vaguely similar shapes went about their business. Nearly all
of them were bipedal and humanoid, but some had long, flowing hair over their
bodies like dogs would, while others had scales, long claws, and powerful,
jutting snouts.
There weren’t many pets like Tony in the crowd, but he could see some. They
were easily identified them by the similar robe, buttoned at the back, but none
of them were recognizably human, and they weren’t all off-leash like he was.
“What the hell...” he started to ask, and Steve followed his line of sight to a
massive pet walking beside its equally massive owner, covered in curved, jagged
spikes, not unlike prehistoric shark teeth.
“Those live far from your galaxy,” Steve promised, “in acid baths, their scales
bleed. We use it to make a popular candy our young eat when they feel unwell.”
Tony shuddered at the thought, and didn’t dare to ask how they had learned that
whatever those poor species were could survive acid baths. Instead, he asked,
“Why are there no… humans?”
“Your kind are… fragile, volatile,” Steve said honestly, turning them down a
path and leading them through a looming archway into a grey mountainside.
“Besides, you are only viable for so long.”
Tony followed him obediently, but he glanced around him with concern, keeping
close to Steve as if trusting that Steve wouldn’t let him get hurt. After all,
even on a different planet people understood the value of an investment.
“Where are we going?” he wondered in a hushed voice, peering up at the
cavernous ceiling.
“Registration,” Steve explained simply, and draped an arm around Tony’s waist
in an effort to make him feel safe. “Anyone might try to take a prize like you
away from me, Tony, and I can’t have that.”
***
Even galaxies from home, bureaucracy took an eternity. Once they had turned in
their paperwork, Steve took them around to a waiting hall where benches of all
shapes and sizes were installed for those waiting their turn. But when Tony
first moved to sit, Steve took him by the hips and turned him around so Tony
knelt on bench with his hands braced flat against the backrest.
“Let me have a look at you,” Steve murmured, unfastening the robe from the
small of his back and down to his ankles, exposing his ass and spread thighs to
the view of the waiting hall.
With a gentle hand at the small of his back, Steve directed Tony into a slight
back bend that pushed out his round ass, highlighting their perky, round shape.
Steve left him in that position for some time, even stepping away momentarily
to give their shameless audience a view while he slipped a pair of lubricating
gloves over his right hand. He rubbed his fingers together to activate the
lubrication of his fingers, and he waited until it all but dripped from his
hands before going back to where he had left Tony.
Tony’s breath caught audibly when Steve grasped one side of his ass firmly in
his ungloved hand, keeping him spread while he rubbed warm lube over his hole.
Tony’s body was still loose from Steve’s cock earlier that morning, and now,
Steve’s thumb slipped in easily. He tugged and rubbed at Tony’s firm rim,
slathering him with lube before pushing in with two fingers, pumping slow and
steady.
He wasn’t on a job, and he wasn’t on a deadline: this time, Steve was showing
off his pet for the audience. With a twist of his curled fingers, he had Tony
shuddering with a breathless gasp, and when a third and fourth finger pushed
in, enough sweat and precum dripped from Tony’s willing, desperate body that a
number of people in the audience were already moving closer.
A creature not unlike Steve was the first to approach, and all Tony could
process at the time was his gratitude that it was humanoid and reasonably
handsome like Steve, and not something spikey or insane. There was even a gloss
to his skin that Tony silently envied. He watched over his shoulder as the
creature and Steve both pulled cards from their respective pockets and touched
them for a second before getting on with business.
Steve leaned over him for just a moment, pressing his chest to Tony’s shoulder
and taking a solid grip of his thighs, then lifting Tony effortlessly into the
air. Tony yelped at suddenly being airborne, but even as he wriggled in
surprise, his position was safe and stable. With his shoulders braced against
Steve’s arm, and his full weight held up and spread by Steve’s grip of his
thighs, he was held up on display for the strangers around them, with only the
shortest edge of his robe maintaining his modesty.
It took him too long to realize that the vice grip Steve had on him was not to
randomly humiliate him in the crowd, but to present him to Tony’s first
customer, with his legs held wide apart so his hard, dripping cock curved up
defiantly under his robe, inches from the creature’s face.
“Be good,” Steve murmured into Tony’s ear as the robe was shoved aside,
exposing him entirely to the customer and to their audience. When the creature
caressed Tony’s inner thigh, admiring him, what envy he might have felt for the
beautiful, glossy skin was immediately forgotten and replaced with fear:
whatever this creature was, it didn’t have skin, it had coarse scales. It’s
cold, jagged palm squeezed around his balls hard enough to make Tony kick out
and shout in pain, but his strength was of no concern to Steve, and nothing he
did could free him from Steve’s vice grip.
His first customer was anything but discouraged; it smirked up at Tony while it
continued its insistent kneading with one hand, and stroked Tony off with the
other, fast and practical, unbothered by how the dry scales of its hand might
feel on a human cock. Tony’s body jerked desperately, whimpering and begging
for them to be more gentle, to go slower, but nothing mattered to Steve or to
his customer except for his hard cock that visibly throbbed from the attention,
and already coated the alien’s hand with enough precum to drip a puddle to the
floor. When the creature finally closed its mouth over the head of Tony’s cock,
it bit down just hard enough with its four rows of teeth to make Tony come with
a painful scream.
The creature swallowed down every drop greedily until there was nothing left
and Tony started to squirm and try to pull away from the continued stimulation.
A stern word from Steve made the creature release Tony’s cock and sore balls,
and soon after that, it left them without another word.
“No,” Tony whimpered when Steve sat him down in his own lap, where Tony could
already feel Steve’s erection hard in his trousers. “No, wait—no more.
Please—they’re too many.”
“This is for me,” Steve whispered, as if that made it better. He lifted Tony
just enough to reach into his own clothes and free his cock, then lined them up
so he could pull Tony down, impaling him inch for inch.
“Feet on the bench,” Steve instructed once Tony had adjusted enough to stopped
squirming and whimpering on the full length of his cock. “And, remember:
everybody is watching.”
Tony made the mistake of opening his eyes and seeing the crowd. Every creature
was openly staring at him; some were even bold enough to touch themselves
openly, taking full advantage of the show Steve was putting on for his own
benefit.
Steve reached around and pinched Tony’s nipple hard to recenter his focus, and
the pain helped Tony to distance himself from the frightening alien audience.
He whimpered softly and immediately closed his eyes, struggling to get his feet
up on the bench for leverage as Steve had told him. Slowly, with the
uncoordinated, slow pace of a novice, Tony pushed himself up and then down
again until he found a stumbling rhythm he could maintain, fucking himself on
Steve’s cock for all to see.
His lack of experience seemed expected, if not outright appreciated by the
people who growled and rumbled with glee every time he stumped or grasped for
anything to steady himself. The way they watched him, the lust in their eyes,
told Tony volumes of how badly they wanted to be a part of breaking in a new
human pet. Terrified that they might try to make it all come true by taking him
from Steve by force, Tony closed his eyes and dreamed of a private time between
himself and a human lover, a man who knew just how to make the most of his body
with the vice-like strength of his hands, the slow, controlled roll of his
hips, and self-assured confidence of his voice.
Slowly, focusing on Steve’s hands, his thick cock, and the quiet words he
whispered in Tony’s ears in encouragement helped him lose himself in his
fantasy. Removed from the real and present threat of the crowd around them, he
started to feel out their rhythm more confidently, experimenting with different
moments to squeeze around Steve’s cock until he learned what had Steve
thrusting up involuntarily. A moan spilled from Tony’s lips, and he felt as
much as he heard the crowd shuffling impatiently around them.
From behind him, Steve snarled, a dark, fierce sound that silenced the room.
The power of him, the unquestioned dominance raked through Tony’s body in a
sudden rising swell of desire, leaving him shuddering and gasping with need.
The thought of his lover, powerful and proud enough of his pet to fuck Tony in
front of a full audience of creatures who craved the touch and taste of him,
twisted in his mind as it appealed to the most immoral, depraved side of his
character.
These creatures drooled over the smell of him; they wanted to hear him weep
with pleasure, and with pain. It would satisfy Steve for them to want him, and
Steve would keep him safe.
Tentatively, Tony ran his hands over his own body, pinching and tugging at his
bruised nipple in one hand, until he could twist and pull it just right to make
his body jerk with pain. While he continued to experiment and play with his
nipples with one hand, he reached down with the other to touch his cock,
stroking it carefully, trying to avoid the cuts and bruises left behind by the
customer with the scaly palms. But despite how careful he was, his hands
inevitably pinched or squeezed over a pinch or a cut, and he would hiss and
jolt so badly that the audience got repeated demonstrations of the full length
of Steve’s cock impaling Tony.
The resounding howls and growls of excitement from the audience made Tony weak
in the knees. Their excitement fed into Tony’s dark fantasy of being subject of
lust and desire to an audience who lapped up every whimper and cry that fell
from Tony’s lips, who would not soon forget how his flushed skin and quivering
thighs looked as he fucked himself into oblivion for all to see.
He squeezed his sore cock harder. He whimpered pitifully, breathlessly, and his
body convulsed from the painful sting of the bleeding cuts left across his
shaft. But over the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears, he could make
out the soft, appreciative groan of the crowd, and the involuntary jerk of
Steve’s hips under him.
Tony opened his eyes again to take in the creatures crowding around him. They
stood much closer now, almost close enough to reach out and claw at Tony’s
exposed thighs themselves, but this time Tony savored their sadistic pleasure.
Their hunger was palpable, and knowing he was what they craved fed into his
depraved fantasy. To them, he was only a body to be used, to be fucked and
milked in turn as a source of temporary relief. They would take him all at once
if they could, choking him with their cocks and tearing into his ass two or
three at a time, heedless to anything but their own satisfaction.
He closed his eyes, let his head fall back against Steve’s shoulder, and as a
broad paw of a hand dragged its heavy claws across Tony’s soft inner thigh,
Tony dared to imagine what it would be like to be forced into a position where
he would be taken by any and all who wanted him.
He came hard, and he remembered no more.
Chapter End Notes
     I can now happily (uh) say that, if enough people like it, there is
     definitely further to go with this one. After all, Steve's only just
     gotten Tony registered as his, and his new toys haven't arrived. Just
     saying.
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