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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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“Morning.”

“Rhodey-bear! I wasn't expecting you in today.”

“Political dick-waving saw the mission scrapped at the last minute.” Rhodes shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, not looking away from the show going on in front of him.

It wasn't unusual to drop in and find Tony 'playing' with his new toy. The young teen was his favourite so far, somehow managing to keep that desirable line between innocence and wanton. The initial drug slipped in the form of a breath mint could account for the subconscious craving for cock and cum but the shyness and nervousness despite being pretty spoiled when he wasn't being completely degraded was just a happy chance of personality.

Take right now, for example. Tony was seated on one of his armchairs, fully clothed, one leg crossed over his knee as he scrolled through various digital headlines. On the coffee table...

On the coffee table was the naked form of his toy, bent over by a sleek machine that looked something like a compact back-end of a horse crossed with Doc Oct flexible arm extensions. Two arm-extensions with rubber-coated claws had the boy's wrists twisted up behind his back. One was closed around his throat from behind, keeping him him up enough for Tony to see his face as he panted and whimpered.

Two segmented claws gripped his hips, keeping him steady for the slow, methodical fucking of the machine behind him. Synthetic skin and automated lube kept it comfortable but the slow pace and- Rhodes tilted his head slightly to check – yep, the suffocating little cocklet sleeve was clearly edging the boy beyond his limits. Sweat dripped from his body to pool on the glass coffee table beneath him. The machine was moving so slowly, it had to be the most pleasurable kind of agony imaginable.

Tony took a sip of whiskey and ignored the wrecked toy completely.

“Someone's been naughty, huh?” Rhodes asked with a smirk. His own cock stirred and he was shameless about freeing it.

He knew what he'd came for. The only question mark was ever if Tony would feel like sharing.
He slid a questioning look at his best friend and got a flick of fingers in response.

Nice.

He strolled over and nudged the coffee table just enough that it – on hidden tracks, everything in this place was automated somehow – swivelled so Tony could enjoy the show. The machine had no trouble moving with it.

Alex looked up with him with hazy, begging eyes.

“Uncle Rhodey.” He whimpered. His tongue flickered over his lips as his eyes dropped to the growing black cock in front of him. Even half out of his head with frustrated need, his conditioning was working fine. He wanted a cock in him like he wanted to breath. He wanted to drink down their cum like a thirsty man craved a beer.

“What did you do?” Rhodes asked, amused, teasing those lips with the head of his cock. Precum dribbled a little as that clever little tongue tried to get more of it in him.

“I... ah... uh... played with... mhm... myself...” The toy admitted.

Rhodes tsked. “Aw man. You know that's against the rules.”

“I know.” The boy admitted. From the look of him though, Rhodes wasn't sure the message was really getting through. He wouldn't put it past Tony to edge him for a day or more, right until he passed out and then shock him awake to keep going. But their little toy was a conditioned little cockwhore and no punishment that involved any kind of pleasure was ever gonna work.

“You do that again, this machine can just as easily keep anyone from touching you.” He warns, tilting the boy's head up to meet his serious eyes. The machine obliged by using its claw to tilt the boy's head right back. All the while, his little body was rocking slowly back and forth.

“It can keep you fed and watered and stop you from touching anything.” He continued. “It'll keep you in a room with no light, nothing to do or see or hear. And it'll keep you there until we can be sure you can obey the rules. You understand me?”

There it was. Real fear touched the boy's eyes and Rhodes nodded at the sight of it.

“Now, be a good little whore and open your mouth.” He forgave, stroking the sweaty dark hair. The boy did so and he sank in, from tip to root, with a long happy groan. Alex convulsed a little, swallowing tightly around him, gagging a little, used to it but still fighting that bodily reflex against suffocation every time. Rhodes stood still, letting the machine rock the boy slowly back and forth. After a few moments he pulled back just enough so that every time the machine tugged him back, he'd get a chance to breathe. He wasn't sure how long he could last like this, looking down at that collared little throat bulging slightly as it swallowed his cock. And the sounds – chokes and moans and wet suckling slurps as the half-suffocated teen still worked him with lips and tongue, hungry for it.

He glanced over at Tony, who was watching with dark eyes. His best friend still hadn't said a word. He must have been really mad. His friend never did like people 'touching his stuff' – and as his toy, Alex sure as hell didn't have permission to touch himself until and unless Tony expressly gave it.

Another hand gesture that Rhodes didn't recognise – but Jarvis must have. The machine made a low humming noise and Rhodes watched in pleasured curiosity to see what it would do.

Alex's noises changed in pitch, higher and faster, whining around his cock. The machine was still moving as slow as ever though, so what..?

He squinted a little. Was it?

A glance at Tony and he grinned. It was. It was expanding in width, just as slowly as it was fucking the boy, stretching him slowly but inexorably.

Alex's torso twisted, a helpless, instinctive battle against the claws holding his wrists and throat steady, trying to get away from the too-big intrusion. Two more claws closed around his legs, just above his knees, preventing him from trying to climb off the coffee table for leverage – and forcing them wider while they were at it.

“There there.” Rhodes soothed him, stroking his hair, his bulging throat, curbing a thumb over his cheek. “You know you deserve this. Be a good little slut and take it.” So saying, unable to deprive himself a second more, he pulled back – just enough time for for the toy to gasp and beg once – Uncle Tony, please! - and then he was driving back in, cock cutting off the words and whimpers glorying in the hot wet hole.

Tears slipped from pale eyes that nevertheless obeyed long-standing orders and maintained contact with his own as he pistoned into him, lips stretched wide, a fuckhole to be used and nothing more.

“That's my boy, my good little cocksucking fuckpuppet.” Rhodes groaned, one hand now fisted in the boy's hair as he fucked in and out. He felt his balls draw up, ready to shoot. “I'm gonna cum down your throat and you're going to fucking love it, aren't you, you fucking cum-hungry cockslut.”

The boy moaned, a broken, stuttering sound. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He really fucking would.

Rhodes slammed in, pressing himself as tightly inside as he could, both hands forcing the boys face against his crotch as he pumped, pumped and pumped jizz down that hungry little throat. He felt the boy swallowing around him, coaxing every drop. He pulled back, slowly, each new spurt caught and swallowed until he left only the tip of his cock in that mouth and watched it be sucked and suckled.

“Keep it open.” He ordered. Alex obeyed. He stroked himself through his last few surges, watched his cum paint the inside of the boy's mouth, then his lips, as he draw himself out fully.

He waited, the toy waited, as he inspected the show of total dominance that was his cum being displayed by his obedient little cumdumpster.

“Okay, swallow.” He allowed eventually, the toy doing so and licking his lips to catch the rest.

He put himself away and collapsed on the couch to the right of Tony's chair, fully willing to enjoy the show of that lithe teen body being slowly pounded by a too-large fucking machine until he was ready to go again.

“Uncle Tony?” The boy rasped, trying to turn to look at him – but the collar and table prevented it.

Tony grunted.

“Can I... suck you please?” The boy asked. Rhodes internally marvelled (again) at how the debauched little thing could be hesitant about it, as though doing so would put them out rather than give them mind-blowing pleasure.

He wondered how often the boy had asked, and been ignored, before he'd arrived. With the subconscious conditioning the boy carried, being refused the chance to worship a cock and drink down its jizz would be punishment of its own.

Tony didn't answer but another flick of his fingers had the machine making another different noise.

The boy whimpered and shook, maybe even sobbed. He took the answer for what it was. Tony had not forgiven him yet.

Rhodes watched closely but the machine didn't seem to be speeding up or growing again. It slowed, stopped, then seemed to be... pulsing?

The boy gasped suddenly, then groaned, a sound that belonged in top-shelf porn. He arched as much as he was able within the machines grasp as it pumped something inside of him.

Tony went back to his reading. Rhodes wondered vaguely if he'd be getting off again soon without even getting off his chair. The boy's thin legs trembled and shook. He hung from the collar about his throat, exhausted, his every scrap of attention focused on whatever was happening inside of him.

And still the machine pumped more.

More, and more. Nothing leaked and Rhodes was curiously intrigued to see the boy's flat little belly slowly begin to expand – right about the same time as the toy's whines and moans took on a genuinely pained edge.

“Uncle Tony...” The boy begged. “Please. It hurts. I'm so full. I can't take anymore.”

“You can and you will.” Tony spoke for the first time. “Consider it... Jarvis' cum. Plenty of nano-bots in there to re-arrange your insides to suit him.”

The boy gasped and shuddered. If it weren't for the high-tech cocksleeve around his little dick, he'd have probably cum on the spot.

The machine kept pumping. The boy's groans grew louder until a sharp warning from Tony saw him swallowing them down as best he could.

Unable to help himself, Rhodes came over to crouch at his side. From here he could see one of the tubes feeding into the simulated cock that was stuffing the boy closed. It was as thick as two thumbs pushed together. The amount of fluid it must be forcing into the boy with every merciless pump...

He reached out his hand and ran it over the bump in his abdomen – which was rapidly swelling to the size of a third-month-pregnant woman.

“How far is it gonna go?” He asked Tony, pressing against it just to hear the boy cry out.

“All the way.” Tony answered, like they were discussing his latest design for SI and not something that could fundamentally change the biology of a human being. “I want him to be able to hold enough cum to look 9 months pregnant. I've got some ideas on inter-species breeding I want to try out too.”

“Sounds dangerous.” Rhodes frowned, visions of a foal – because Tony would 100% absolutely get a horse to fuck his little toy at some stage – bursting the boy open from the inside.

“That's what Jarvis is for.” Tony dismissed, finally looking up from his reading to study the bloating belly with a critical eye. “The nano-bots will be permanent. They'll monitor from the inside, repair any damage as it occurs and act to abort anything unsafe that might grow. He'll mostly be acting as an incubator anyway. Jarvis will also be in charge of fucking the genetically modified eggs into him before I let the new baby-daddies go to town. And most importantly of all-” finally, the temper faded enough for a familiar smirk to tease the edge of his friend's lips “J will keep him nice and tight for us, no matter what's been fucking him all night and day.”

“All night and day, huh?” Rhodes asked, as their shuddering toy gasped and wept and his belly stretched, stretched, stretched under the pressure.

“Well, I do have a job to do.” Tony shrugged. “And since my toy can't be trusted to behave himself when alone, then he won't be left alone. Ever again.”

Finally, the machine stopped pumping. The boy shook and gasped for breath.

Then, slowly, it resumed fucking him.

Rhodes undid his fly and went for another round.
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