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Tony's New Toy	By : ThroneofSouls Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 10392 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or Iron Man, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. The original character is a work of fiction and does not resemble anyone living or dead.

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Tony Stark was a menace.

Colonel James Rhodes had known this from the first moment he'd met him, a 14 year old who wasn't so much as being circled by college sharks so much as actively luring them in.

To eat.

Part of it was the seemingly limitless funds that could bend the law around him but most of it was the literally limitless capacity of his mind. He was always twenty steps ahead of the other guy, out-thinking any idiot who tried to frame him or get revenge for – lets be fair – a lot of slights. And his inventions! Tony didn't like to think of himself as an inventor, presumably because thats what his dad was, but there was no getting past the fact that any time Tony had need of something he couldn't buy – he simply made it.

Even if it hadn't existed before.

And he had to educate himself on a whole new field of study to make it happen.

Rhodes himself had just barely been smart enough to realise, fairly early on, that it was better to be within Tony Stark's inner orbit than his outer. To be trusted, and liked. Tony Stark never attacked the few he held close and didn't seem to notice most everyone else – but make him an enemy? And you'd be destroyed in every way.

And, god help him, he'd genuinely liked the little shit. He didn't always like the things he got talked into doing, but Tony was good at noticing and not asking him to do it again. For a borderline sociopath, the guy could be surprisingly considerate.

Still, sex and drugs were a part of the college experience and Tony had been no exception. He'd never done drugs after the first time – not liking the negative effect it had on his intellect – but he'd been fond of using them on others. Not date-rape drugs, nothing so crude. Something subtler, that he'd invented, that just made people a little more open to suggestion.

Why fuck someone without their consent, when consent is so easy to get? Tony had once laughed. Rhodes had shoved him at the time, rolling his eyes, thinking it just more braggado. Tony had bragged a lot back then.

It had been years later that he'd realised the truth of that pack of mints tony brought with him everywhere but never seemed to eat himself. He'd wondered if Tony had used it on him at some point – and figured, probably, considering that the thought of it didn't bother him at all.

After all, they both had a good time. Didn't hurt anyone. Rhodes had a successful career and served his country and had an enviable position of power as being percieved to have a leash on the menace that was Tony Stark. A blazing meteor who could drag you to glorious victory or decimate you if you got in his way. The US Army very much wanted to keep it in the former category and so Rhodes got a lot of leeway to make sure that happened.

Would that have been his life if Tony had done a little nudging here and there? Probably not. So, why be mad?

He was sure to never take any offered mints anymore, which just made Tony laugh.

He was back in Malibu on orders from above. Tony Stark had gone silent for the past few weeks and that kind of thing tended to make certain people nervous. A Tony Stark in the tabloids was one you knew wasn't behind you.

Rhodes wasn't worried. He just figured Tony had a new obsession. They came every so often – a scientific breakthrough, a new field of study to fill a whim invention, Jarvis' creation was a stark example.

Or, he sighed, as he stepped in from the hall to the living room of Tony's cliffside manor, it was the other thing.

Tony Stark liked sex. The whole world knew it. What they didn't know, thanks to his string of one-night-stands following pretty much every public engagement, was they he mostly liked them young.

But Tony was a genius. He knew that was one thing that most of the world wouldn't let him get away with. He'd sooner be able to launch a hostile takeover of the nation itself.

So when he got one, he tended to drop out of the public eye while he enjoyed them.

Rhodes had never asked what happened to them when he got tired of them.

He probably wouldn't be able to enjoy them himself if he knew.

“So this is what's been keeping you busy.” He called over the slick slap of skin against skin.

Tony, fucking the kid who was twelve if he was a day up against the window overlooking the ocean, turned to smirk at him, hips never faltering. The kid himself had his arms pressed against the glass, up over his head. He was pressed to it from hips to face, head turned as he panted condensation onto the window.

Tony gave a few more brutal thrusts before stilling, cumming into his latest toy. Rhodes wondered if he'd be able to get a piece of that while he was here. When they were new, Tony didn't share well.

“Pass me the-?” Tony gestured and Rhodes glanced at the arm of the couch where a flared plug – shaped like a bulbous tear-drop with a glossy tail on the outer side – lay ready. He handed it over and tilted his head to watch as his friend pulled out and quickly shoved the plug in to keep his cum in place. It wasn't easy, the bulbous tear-drop shape being very short but growing from a small point to about 2-3 times the width of a normal cock before it shrank again. Tony pulled the kid back a few steps , bent him over 90 degrees, ordered him to brace himself against the glass before bracing the plug with his knee and shoving forward.

The kid cried out with pain, a sound that bled quickly into a pleasured moan. His knees trembled and Tony let him drop to the ground on hands and knees.

The tail attached to the end of the plug was the only thing visible, falling gently between his ass cheeks and brushing against his thighs and the back of his knees.

“There's a good pony. Now go say 'hi' to Uncle Rhodey.”

Rhodes blinked as Tony strolled away to get a drink from his bar. Okay then, permission granted.

The boy turned about, still on hands and knees – ah. Pony. Got it. Pale eyes looked up at him. There was no fear there, just a shy sort of eagerness. His little cock hung, hard but ignored. Yeah, that was a Tony classic. A needy partner was the best kind, as far as he was concerned.

“Hi.” Rhodes greeted with a smile, taking a seat on the nearest couch and patting his lap. The boy 'walked' closer – and Rhodes kind of wished he'd sat further away so he could watch a little more of that slender body slink towards him. The boy paused at his knees, glancing from his face to his crotch, clearly wondering what kind of greeting he was supposed to provide. Rhodes held his hand out and the boy hesitantly took it, yelping a bit as Rhodes pulled him up into his lap. He ducked his head, shy again as they came face to face. One of Rhodes' hands found the plug in his ass and gently gripped it, nudging it in deeper.

The kid groaned, hands gripping his shoulders tight.

“Who're you, then?” Rhodes asked, pulling the plug back and pushing it in again, very gently fucking him with it. The boy bit his lip, struggling to keep his sounds to himself. With as absolutely massive as the base of the plug had been, every push had to feel like he was about to be ruined by it.

“'m... uncle Tony's toy.” The boy answered bashfully, cheeks pink. His hips moved a little – to get away then, remembering, moving back to accept Rhodes' gentle plug-fucking.

“Good answer.” Rhodes said genuinely. Tony hadn't had him long to train that kind of identity into him. “And how did that happen?”

The blush darkened, dark head of hair ducking in embarrassment.

“Tell your Uncle Rhodey.” Tony called from where he was watching – still stark naked – from the bar. “If you're going to want him to help you too, you've gotta tell him what you need.”

The blush somehow got worse, slender shoulders hunching up. But, still no fear. Not even humiliation, really. The kid was embarrassed, but...

“I'm a cockwhore.” The kid blurted in a rush, like confessing a sin. “I need it. To suck it, swallow it, be fucked by it. My mom threw me out because of it. Uncle Tony lets me stay. He fills me up like I need, lets me suck him off, gives me his cum in every hole I have. But, um. He was saying that he's just one guy and I'm, um, too much of a slut. He said, maybe, I could ask you to help too?”

Pale eyes peered up at him through a dark fringe. Rhodes could barely speak for how turned-on he was.

Damn. This was the best job Tony had ever done. None of his kids had ever been the screaming crying fighting kind – but most of them had just been kids who passively allowed them to fuck them and dutifully thanked them after. None of them had ever begged for it.

He shot a look at Tones who just smirked again, the smug bastard.

“I suppose I could...” He said, making sure to sound dubious. The kid bit his lip, eyes big and hopeful. Rhodes nudged the plug a little harder to watch him flinch, eyelids fluttering mixed pain and pleasure.

“Please?” The little toy begged. “I need it. Uncle Tony just fucked me and I already need more. I'm sorry, I know I'm a whore, I can't control it. Right now, all I can think about is how close I am to yours. Maybe... maybe Uncle Tony could fuck my ass again and you could fuck my throat?”

“Damn...” Rhodes groaned.

“Uncle Tony said when I'm hungry, I'm only allowed to eat cum.” The kid continued anxiously. “But he's been filling my ass with cum all day, 'for science'. Please, can I suck you? Uncle Tony says I'm a good cocksucker. And I don't mind if you fuck me unconscious!”

“Fuck.” Rhodes decided, shoving the kid almost violently off his lap so he could get his pants open. He slid off a moment later, kneeling before the teen on his hands and knees, freeing his rock-hard cock and slamming it all the way into the invitingly open mouth. The boy's mouth closed around him, his throat and tongue worked his shaft and Rhodes' moan was matched by the boy's. He didn't wait for anything else, pulling back and fucking forward almost immediately. He set a brutal pace, fucking the little face in front of him which, he realised, was looking up at him the whole time.

Somehow, that made him harder. He pressed his hands to either side of the little skull, staring him down as he forced the kid to swallow his meat, to choke on his dick and take every inch of it.

It was only when the kids eyes winced nearly shut that he realised Tony had returned, had just pulled out the plug and was fucking back into his ass. The kid jerked between the two of them before they found their rhythm, fucking him forward and back, a willing cocksleeve for them both.

There were no words. Just panting grunts, hands gripped bruisingly tight against youthful skin as the two men used the boy for their own pleasure – and the boy took pleasure in being so used. The boy came first, cocks stretching his ass and throat open, eyes locked on the those of the stranger fucking his face. Then Tony pulled him tight, hips moving in short sharp grinding bursts and he came again into his thoroughly used hole. Rhodes pulled back as he came, felt that tight little throat stroke him once, then painted the inside of his mouth, then he was out and painting a kid's face with his cum.

“That's cold, Rhodey.” Tony laughed, puling the kid back onto his knee – popping the over-sized plug back in and forcing another cry from his toy, before forcing him to sit on the plug, cross-legged. The boy pressed a hand to his belly, discomfited, but his other hand was scraping cum from his face and bringing it to his mouth to be licked off.

He really was cum-hungry.

“He told you he wanted to eat it. You'd better give him some more before you go. Maybe let him work for it. He looks pretty good, bobbing up and down on your prick, sucking and moaning like the little whore he is.”

The kid blushed, but looked up hopefully.

“Definitely.” Rhodes managed. “I've got a weekend off. Maybe I can even help fill that ass of his too.”

“Maybe at the same time?” Tony suggested. Rhodes was up for it but the kid looked a bit worried as he glanced between their now-flaccid cocks.

Tony got up and dressed, then flopped onto the couch.

“Okay Rhodey-bear, give it to me. Who sent you and why?”

“The usual people, for the usual reason.” Rhodes shrugged. “I may have to edit my report before I go back.”

“Probably.” Tony agreed, patting the couch sharply. The kid climbed up and, with a shove from Tony's hand, gingerly lay himself over both their laps – opening Tony's pants just enough to cradle his cock in his mouth. It put his ass, with the glossy pony tail plug sticking out of it, right at a convenient place to be played with. Which Rhodes absolutely did, pushing it in and out harder than he did before, deliberately fucking him with it. The kid moaned and stirred, his own dick no doubt swelling up against the couch below him. Tony rapped him sharply on the back of his head and the boy fell still. Mostly.

Tones could be an evil bastard, Rhodes remembered. But that was okay. Since he was increasingly viciously fucking Tones' adolescent toy with a plug bigger than a baseball bat, he probably was as well.
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