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Tony leaned back in his seat. Drink in one hand, the other draped across the back of the couch. There were masked people all around, naked, having sex, enjoying themselves. But not him. None of them interested him. And he was bored. Why was everyone here so boring? Half of the ones wanting to play fell at his feet offering to do or be anything he wanted. Simpering morons. The other half had no idea what they were doing.
He wanted something more challenging. He wanted to use his brain.
Finishing his drink, he was considering calling it a night and be free of the mask required for his night at the club, when he heard the most delicious sound. A sub had just mouthed off to a Dom. Well, well. If nothing else, he could shut the poor thing up by stuffing his cock into that smart mouth, right?
Tony set the empty glass aside and rose from the couch. Stepping over and around the throng of idiots at his feet, he ignored them all and made his way to the little brat who was still kneeling on the floor in proper position. He gave a look to the Dom having a difficult time, and the man walked away defeated.
"Really, man?" the brunet sub asked, turning his masked face up to Tony's.
Oh, this was going to be good.
Tony's blue eyes glared down at the masked sub. "I can see you need to learn some manners. Get up."
"Yeah, man, I'm not going with you," the sub insisted, still on his knees.
"If that's your thing, we can fuck right here. Just know that if we do, I'll enjoy it much more than you will."
The sub smirked. "Why would I go with the guy who ran off my best prospect?"
"Because he's not the best prospect. And his dick isn't worth your time."
"Size isn't everything."
"I don't believe I mentioned size." He pressed two fingers beneath the sub's chin. "Now, are you coming with me or not?"
The masked sub tried to make it look like he wasn't getting up solely by the direction of the man towering over him. "Let's see what ya got, big man."
Tony clipped a leash to the nameless sub's collar. "First, you address me as 'sir' for the duration of our scene. Second, your mouth is going to get you into trouble."
The grin that appeared on the sub's face was knowing and wicked. "I know," he said.
Tony led his new charge to his private playroom. Toys of all varieties lined the walls. But only one apparatus, in the center of the room, that looked like little more than a large box. No words, no hand gestures, just a thought, and the box melded into a frame with a crossbar.
He pulled the sub in close. "Before we get started. Again, you refer to me as 'sir'. Now, while I appreciate someone not afraid to speak their mind and stand up for themselves, I will only tolerate your bullshit so far. If you push me -"
"You'll end the scene?" the sub interrupted.
"Or worse," Tony said flatly. Suddenly the sub was a bit more contrite.
"Yes, sir."
Tony unclipped the leash – the thing was more formality than anything else – and dragged a finger along the sub's jaw. "Good boy. Now," he dropped the leash off to the side, "get on your knees. I need to see if that mouth is good for anything other than barbs and quips."
The sub didn't argue. And Tony was not disappointed. With that need currently satisfied, he could focus on others.
"Let's strap you in," he said and, with another thought, the silver tendrils of his armor quested out to curl around the gorgeous sub's supple wrists and pull him into place on the frame.
"What are you going to do to me… sir?"
"Whatever I want." Which sounded more ominous than it was.
Tony slid a finger down the center of the sub's chest, then over to a nipple to give it a playful pinch. The soft little grunt he received as a result was beautiful.
"Now, let's try something," spoken as he thought the first command.
"Ah! Hey! That's fucking cold!" the sub snapped, jerking at his wrist restraints. "Fuck! Ow! That one's hot! What the hell?" He jerked his other wrist.
Tony pinched the sub's chin in his fingers. "What did I tell you?" He waited for the 'sorry, sir' before he continued. "If you behave, you'll be rewarded. If not, I will punish you. Now, would you prefer they be given along the way or just one at the end?"
"C-could I have any punishments along the way and the one reward at the end, sir?" the sub asked, for the first time not being a snarky little shit.
"I suppose we can allow that," Tony conceded. "However, the punishments will increase in severity the more of them you collect. But, they will never violate the limits you listed." A holographic display of the sub's club agreement materialized in front of him.
"Thanks, sir." A little of that sass back.
Tony began the scene proper. Tendrils of his endosym armor slid in patterns along the sub's skin. Some parts would shift cold, other's hot. He watched that beautiful body lean and shift and twitch into and away from the sensations.
"Let's make this interesting. Try not to move in reaction to the changing temperatures. If you move, I start the punishments."
The sub agreed and Tony implemented his new plan. The armor tendrils were set to move and change temperature at random intervals. He watched closely for the lovely young man to twitch too hard. Tony was a little disappointed it only happened once. Was his little smart-ass changing his attitude? Or playing a game?
Tony began adding spots of higher and lower temperatures. Now the sub started to earn a few punishments. Nipple pinches and open-handed smacks to his thighs or ass were the usual. Tony didn't typically slap subs' faces unless they were playing a specific type of scene, so other fleshy areas were his main targets for now.
Time to up the ante a bit. "Do you mind marks on your skin?" Tony asked.
The sub winced against a cold tendril across his nipple. "If they're not permanent – oh – sir – fuck!"
Delighted with that answer, Tony adjusted the highest and lowest temperature settings again. "Now, each time you flinch, the extremes will press to your skin for longer and longer periods of time. Microseconds at a time. I"m not in a hurry. And they'll stop long before there would be more than a mild second-degree burn. I don't want to damage you. You're far too beautiful for that."
Tony stayed close as his armor went to work. He pressed a finger into the sub's mouth, giving him a look that warned against biting. He watched the naked young man twitching and writhing. Movements both sharp and fluid depending on what he was reacting to. More than once, Tony was certain the sub was reacting specifically to gain more punishment. Naughty boy.
"Now, my dear little brat, do you think you could come just from all of this?"
The sub shook his head. "Not a chance. Sir." He panted and licked his lips. "Wrong kind of pain."
"But you're enjoying this?"
A nod this time. "Yes. Fuck! Yes, sir."
"Good. I'd hate to go to all this trouble for nothing."
Tony had planned to let the sub hang there, happily experiencing the temperature changes all over his lovely body, but the sub tapped out. He even apologized for not being able to go longer. Tony was surprised the brat had lasted as long as he had.
Once the armor had retreated from the sub's skin, now only curled around his wrists, Tony stepped back to admire his art. There were deep red marks all over the sub's skin – burns from heat and cold. Tony performed a visual inspection as a precaution, but his armor was programmed to behave exactly as instructed, so there should be no major injuries at all.
"How do you feel?" Tony asked the lightly panting sub in front of him.
"Good, sir. Aroused."
That last, he could see clearly. "And how is it you would like me to handle that bit?"
The sub took a deep breath. "I wouldn't mind it being part of my reward, sir."
"Oh, you think you've earned a reward, do you?" That amused Tony a bit.
"Maybe a little one," the sub breathed.
Now Tony actually chuckled. "I see. You did behave rather well until the end there, so you're probably right. And, as this is the first time we've played together, I'm feeling rather generous." Tony stepped in close and whispered in the aroused sub's ear, "Would you like to feel my cock inside you? Or should I jerk you off and be done?"
There was a soft almost whimpering sound. "I very much would enjoy having you fuck me – sir," the sub answered, body shivering in anticipation.
Tony sighed a little. "I am so glad you were at the club tonight." This night had been looking like a complete bust a couple hours ago, but it had really turned around nicely.
Tony left the sub strapped into the frame while he fucked him. He took his time and enjoyed himself. And he made sure that the bratty little sub was well taken care of too. As much as he didn't give a single shit about his reputation, he didn't want some anonymous brat running around snitching that he didn't take care of his play partners. Especially since the good ones were so damned hard to find.
Once he was finished, he had the armor handle clean-up and then reform the cross-frame into a bench he could place the masked sub onto so he could rest. Tony had the armor form him a seat next to the bench. He studied the sub's skin as the young man took a few minutes to come down from his pleasure high - some of the burns were already healing. Interesting.
He had water and electrolyte drinks on hand for the recovering submissive. He'd already decided that, should he run into this one again, he'd like to play another scene. Someone that strong and resilient? Plus willing to backtalk him and take the punishment? He could get creative.
The only remaining question was whether or not to let the sub know that he'd figured out who the young man really was. His own identity was all but revealed by the time the armor got into the picture.
The sub sat up and gratefully accepted the bottle handed to him. "Thanks. Are you here a lot?" he asked.
"When I feel like it. Are you back on Earth now? Down from your high? I don't want to abandon you, but I have another engagement."
"I'm fine. Thanks. Have a friend coming to pick me up. This was great."
Tony nodded, told the sub to stay in the private room as long as he needed. He would come back to play with Peter Parker another day.