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Tony arrived at the Sanctum, not exactly in the best mood.
It was nothing new, though. He was Tony Stark. He was used to feeling shitty.
Stephen’s eyes fell on him the moment he slumped down on the couch, but then returned back to his book. Tony detached the Arc Reactor off his chest, placed it down on the coffee table, and projected holograms from it to continue his work.
Sometime later, he heard the closing of a book and shuffling of a chair.
“Come with me,” Stephen’s voice called to him as he stood up. “I want to show you something.”
Tony perked up. “Ooh, a surprise? I love surprises.” He went to close the holograms but Stephen interrupted with a wave of a hand.
“Leave them be, we won’t be long.”
So Tony abandoned the projections and the Arc Reactor, and followed after his husband.
Stephen led them down the grand staircase, around it to the side, and opened a door that showed a further flight of stairs going down. Tony could’ve sworn this was never here before. Then again, the sentient Sanctum kept changing things around as it pleased, so.
Stephen walked down the steps, Tony trailing behind, brows only a little creased as he wondered where Stephen was leading them. There was no light down there and the only source of brightness — the door they came from — progressively faded more and more into darkness.
Tony stopped after he realized that Stephen was apparently not planning to magick any light into the place.
“Not sure if you have noticed, but neither of us are a cat, Stephanie. And I don’t want another bump on my head, from falling down stairs of all things.”
Stephen paused. Quite literally, paused in his place for several seconds, not turning around towards Tony.
“Uh.. Steph?” Tony asked, just a hint unnerved now.
Very slowly, Stephen turned around. Tony jerked a little when he found both of Stephen’s eyelids and pupils outlined with glowing gold magic, the blue in them standing out bright and luminescent in the partial darkness. And then a third one, on the forehead, completely gold and outshining the other two. Tony might have gotten used to Stephen’s magic by now, but it did not mean he couldn’t get jumpscared by it every then and now.
“Oh Sweetheart, who said that you’ll need vision for where we’re going?” Stephen said in his most deadpan tone; the tone he only used when he was dead serious about something.
Tony felt.. confused more than anything. What was Stephen getting at? He glanced once at the door behind them which was still open, and then back at Stephen. The next instant, Stephen waved a hand; there was a loud echo of a door shutting.
And then all Tony could see was the three glowing eyes in pitch-black darkness.
“Gah!” He stumbled in surprise and Stephen instantly caught him. Tony latched onto him like an anchor, the pair of familiar blue eyes outlined by gold the only thing grounding him. “Okay, Stephen, this is not funny. I can’t see.”
Tony felt a scarred, shaking hand wrap completely around his throat and squeeze. His breath was caught, only for a second though as the hand’s grip was already easing. His heartbeat sped up in trepidation as he realized, oh. Ambushing Tony in this way for a scene wasn’t really Stephen’s style but—
“It’s Master Strange to you,” Stephen — his Master — purred close to his ear, the tone several octaves below his normal, making his baritone voice sound unnaturally deep.
“Y-yes, Master Strange,” Tony stuttered out, still hyper aware of the hand wrapped around his throat, its pressure barely there but firm nonetheless, even with how much his Master’s hand shook.
The luminescent, mystical, almost otherworldly eyes was all Tony could see, but that was all it took him to know that Master was pleased with his compliance.
“Good boy,” Master praised him, and his heart fluttered with something pleasant.
The grip on Tony’s throat disappeared, only for the touches to come back a few moments later. Master used both his hands to wrap Tony’s collar around his neck, firmly tightening it in place. It's texture felt a little different, making him think that it wasn’t his usual collar, but he could think of no reason why his Master would use anything other than his collar.
“Now, hold onto me and walk down the stairs.”
Master held onto both of Tony’s hands to carefully guide him down. Unable to see anything else, Tony simply followed the movement of those captivating eyes as he descended the stairs, one step at a time.
At one point he must have miscalculated something, because the next thing he knew he was falling. But Master caught him quickly and hugged him close when he couldn’t balance himself.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart, we’re almost there.” Master then floated them down the rest of the way with magic.
Once Tony’s feet were touching the ground again, Master let go of him and stepped away. Tony almost chased after the touch in panic, but was firmly stopped.
“Do not move,” Master Strange commanded, and he felt himself pinned in his place by nothing except for the will of his Master. Master moved a few more steps, and Tony's eyes desperately chased after the only thing he could see, afraid of being left here by himself. “I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart,” Master reassured him, likely sensing his distress. “I’ll be right here with you, okay?”
Tony quelled the rising panic inside of him and gingerly nodded. He trusted his Master Strange.
The bright, glowing eyes disappeared only for a split second when Master looked away from him. Then they were back, and their height lowered, indicating that Master was sitting on a chair or something now.
“Now, come closer,” Master commanded, and Tony could almost imagine a scarred finger beckoning him forward. He quickly complied until he was standing right in front of Master.
“Strip,” Master ordered.
Tony was suddenly way more hyper aware of the captivating, mystical pair of eyes on him. It hit him; he could see nothing except his Master’s eyes, could hear nothing except his Master’s voice, had no idea where he was or what was 2 inches to his left. Master Strange on the other hand, saw everything, knew everything, controlled everything.
Tony’s body shuddered lightly.
He started with his shirt, unbuttoning it one by one, and was acutely aware of his Master’s eyes tracing his every moment, committing them to his memory, hungrily eating up the sight in front of him as Tony exposed his chest.
Tony felt pride swell inside of him under the attention.
Discarding the shirt to the floor, Tony moved on to his pants, and only now did he realize the hard-on that was pressing uncomfortably against the tight clothes.
He discarded them quickly, letting his cock free of its confines, and was rewarded with a deep moan from his Master.
“You’re beautiful, Sweetheart,” Master purred, and Tony shivered, a small whine escaping his lips.
The eyes rose, and started to get closer as Master came near him. Shaky hands wrapped around his waist and roamed possessively as Master showered his face with kisses. “All mine. So gorgeous.” Master’s hand landed on his left asscheek and gave it a firm squeeze. Tony let out a low moan.
A second later, Master was pushing Tony backwards, until his back hit a wall. He was then flipped so that his chest was pressed against the wall while Master’s body was pressed against Tony’s back to keep him pinned there. One shaking hand pinned Tony’s hand to the wall, the other possessively wrapping around his torso and exploring his exposed abs. He could feel his Master’s hard cock even through the layers of robes where it was pressing against his ass.
The grip of his Master’s hand must be so weak, Tony could probably free himself too easily if he tried. As it was, he couldn’t even try because he felt weak on his knees, completely under the mercy of his Master’s commands.
“Such an obedient little thing you are,” Master crooned near his neck, and he felt the warm breath of air against his skin. A sound escaped his lips, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. “Oh, you’re so amazing like this, Sweetheart. So pliant under my fingers.” Tony didn’t know if it was even possible to go more down than he already was, but the rush of pleasure he felt from the shower of praises was like liquid ecstasy.
Master let go of the grip on Tony’s wrist to instead wrap a hand around Tony’s throat, no harder than a light touch, almost like a caress. Tony keened at the tender touch — even though he could only feel part of it because of the collar — and raised his head to let his throat bare to his Master.
“Look at that, such a needy little pet. You want me to touch your throat?”
Tony couldn’t really articulate his words, but nodded enthusiastically to let his Master know.
Master pressed him harder against the wall which made his cock rut a little against the wall, causing sparks of pleasure in him. Master pressed a kiss below his ear, then hooked a finger under the collar, and tugged. It didn’t quite choke Tony, but sure did make it harder to breathe, making him shiver in anticipation.
Master slid more fingers under his collar, the material easily shifting and morphing to give space, just as it had been enchanted to work. Though the material’s movement felt just a little off..
Master caressed his throat so sweetly, Tony felt like he could melt under that tender touch. No one was ever gentle with Tony’s throat; everyone who ever grabbed his throat only did so to hurt him or kill him, everyone except Master Strange. He loved this touch, loved feeling cared for, loved the sense of safety that came from knowing that his life was in the hands of the one who truly treasured him.
He pushed his throat more into his Master’s hand, silently requesting for more.
Master let out a light chuckle. “You love this, don’t you? Being fully at my mercy.” Master’s other hand caressed through Tony’s chest, running down to his belly, further down, until it caught Tony’s cock in its shaky grip. Tony let out a needy whimper at the touch. “You know, I love this too, having you under me, all needy and wordless.” Tony felt the warm, familiar tingle of his Master’s magic encase around his cock. “It’s so hard to get you to shut up and be compliant when you aren’t down. But you’re so amazing like this.”
When the magic fully snapped to place, he couldn’t feel his Master’s touch in his cock anymore, even though he was aware that Master was still holding him. He knew this magic, was intimately familiar with it. He would not be able to come at all, not unless Master allowed him to.
“So amazing, only for me.” Master petted his throat and pressed closer to kiss the back of his neck. “Only I’ll get to see you like this..” Master’s voice grew a little darker, a little deeper, as he pressed a few more kisses. “..for the rest of your life.”
Tony keened at being claimed in such a way verbally. Master’s thigh nudged between his legs, and he obediently parted his legs. He took his hand away from Tony’s throat and the collar shifted to sit snug against his throat again. The movement still felt a little off, but Tony ignored that in favor of other good things, like his Master’s hand pulling his ass cheeks apart.
“Oh Sweetheart, it will be so fun to watch you cry and beg for release, while I give you none of it, ever again.” Tony shuddered at the words. Master wasn’t really that cruel, but he loved saying that a lot of time. Still.. It filled Tony with anticipation and helplessness all the same.
Master’s fingers brushed over the rim of his opening, spreading lube over it, and he felt that warm, familiar tingle again — the sensation of his Master’s magic on his skin. Master gently slid a finger inside him, and for a second Tony forgot how to breathe with how good that felt.
“And I will keep fucking into you every time, use you for my pleasure, while you moan and whine to me only to be left unsatisfied. You’d love that very much, won’t you?” Master easily slid his finger in and out of Tony, soon adding a second one, the magic easing him open much faster.
He was prepared in no time at all, and Master withdrew his fingers. Tony whined at the loss, but soon he felt Master’s head pressing between his cheeks. Master pinned his body against the wall with his own body weight until Tony couldn’t even wiggle in place, and the coldness of the wall against a large part of his body sent a new jolt of pleasure through Tony’s body. Then, very slowly, Master breached his hole, stretching him wide open. Tony cried in relief as he slowly got filled.
Master exhaled a satisfied hum, letting go of the asscheeks spread open with his hands in favor of wrapping them around Tony, firm and possessive. “Fuck, you’re so good for me, pet. So warm and tight.” Master kissed his jaw lovingly, hands exploring Tony’s chest. A trembling finger found Tony’s nipple and gently flicked it, making Tony shiver. The next second both of his hands were on Tony’s nipples, caressing them almost like a massage, while he bent down a little to drop a kiss on Tony’s shoulder, followed by claiming him with a bruising kiss. Tony moaned, loud and needy.
Master did not move against Tony, nor forced Tony to move, even as his cock was buried deep inside of his pet, both of them vividly aware of how deeply they were connected. He just continued to spoil his pet with tender, loving touches.
Tony sobbed out a desperate little noise. Only his Master existed in his mind and his senses, his aching hole was all filled up, he was trapped in place by his Master, forced to take what he gave him, nothing more and nothing less. He could see nothing except the glow of his Master’s eyes, could hear nothing more than his Master’s voice, his cock throbbed with the need to have some friction, and Tony was aware that it was pressed right against the wall but he could feel nothing. It was all too much and not enough. He felt spoiled and neglected all at the same time.
“P-please..” Tony begged, barely able to form the simple word in his lips. He was far too gone to be able to articulate, had been gone for a while now.
Master paused, though his fingers dug a little into Tony’s nipples, making him exhale some more ragged noises. He turned his head a little to fully look at his Master’s eyes, and Master looked right back at him.
Their magic seemed to be glowing brighter than they had been; either that, or Tony was seeing too much. And the eyes alone reflected the sheer lust and possessiveness and need that had overtaken his Master, matching his own need in its intensity. Tony couldn’t understand how Master was able to refrain himself from moving against him.
“Please what, pet?” Master asked.
Tony let out a desperate whimper, trying to beg. “Please, M-Master..”
“Please what?” Master asked again, just to make Tony beg more. “What do you need, pet?” If Tony imagined, he could almost see a sinister smile on his Master’s face.
Under normal circumstances, Tony would have smacked that smile right off his face.
But as it was, Tony didn’t even think of doing that; he think nothing and do nothing except helplessly squirm and tremble in his place, wanting, needing more.
“Please, n-need you.. Mas-ter,” Tony begged again, mewling, putting all the remaining strength he had to just articulate the words. “P-please.”
Master brought a hand to Tony’s head, giving a gentle caress through his hair before cradling it, and pulled Tony’s face closer. Tony felt chapped lips brush against his mouth and gave himself up to it, closing his eyes to just let his Master devour him, readily parting his lips. Master’s hot, skillful tongue plunged inside his mouth, claiming him with a fervor dominance.
Master pulled away, his panting breaths hot against Tony’s skin. “Then you will have me, Sweetheart,” he promised.
Hands held Tony’s body tightly and firmly in place, and then Master started to move. Slowly, pulling out until only the head was inside Tony, then just as slowly sliding in as far as he could go. Tony keened when it finally brushed against his sweet spot, and tried to rut back into it, but Master had him trapped in his place. His body felt like jello, his mind felt helpless. He whimpered a little.
“Such a beautiful voice you have,” Master praised. “Especially when you cry like that in helplessness. Cry more, my pet.” He kept his slow tortuous pace, moving in and out, just lightly brushing against Tony’s sweet spot and then pulling back way to soon for Tony to properly enjoy. “Cry for me. Don’t hold back those amazing sounds you make, hm?”
Tony let out a rather loud, strangled moan when Master pressed a kiss just below his collar.
“That’s it. Just like that, Sweetheart. You’re so amazing for me.”
He melted under the praise, more garbled sounds of pleasure involuntarily escaping his lips as Master sped up the pace just a little, hitting his prostate more fully now as a reward.
“I love having you all to myself in this weak, compliant state, my pet. You’re so delectable.” Master continued to fuck into him in a steady pace, and a hand let go of Tony’s torso in favor of gripping around his collar. “So beautiful. Which is why I’ve decided to keep you this way, forever.” He pressed a kiss on Tony’s cheek, and Tony felt his Master’s smile against his skin. “You must’ve realized that this is a different collar than your usual one, yes?” He asked, and then hooked a finger under the said collar, tugging at it lightly, all the while steadily fucking into Tony.
It had just been vague thoughts that had appeared in Tony’s hazy mind for the briefest moments; how the collar’s texture felt a little smoother than it should be; how, the way it shifted and stretched under Master’s fingers felt like.. matter shifting against his skin — kind of like his armor — instead of the smooth scaling of magic.
“You see, my pet, this is what I wanted to show you.” The finger under the collar gently traced the soft, sensitive skin of Tony’s throat.
He didn’t even have to think to raise his head up and bare his throat to his Master who still continually fucked into Tony. The single finger was joined by two more shaking fingers. They all hooked the collar and tugged hard, making Tony choke.
“I’ve made you a new collar. Just as your old collar was enchanted with some of the most powerful protection spells I know, this one is enchanted too.. but it’s a little special.” Master let go of the collar, and Tony instantly gulped a sizeable amount of air. Master pressed his nose near Tony’s ear, his warm breath making Tony’s hair stand up.
Then, he whispered into Tony’s ear, tone deep and dark and dangerous.
“It will prevent your mind and body from ever surfacing out of its submissive state.”
It took Tony’s fuzzy brain a while to actually register the words. Register that they weren’t simply part of the play but very much serious. And when he did understand what that meant, he..
He shuddered.
With an overflowing feeling of ecstasy.
The concept of being helpless under Master Strange had never been more literal than right now. He mewled, turning into a blissed out puddle under his Master’s hold, even though he could’ve sworn that his body was already very fucking limp and weak.
Master huffed close to his face. “You find this all enjoyable? I mean it, pet. This is no scene, this is your life now. You are to stay down here as my pet, for the rest of your life.” He slammed rather harshly into Tony, making him yelp from the sharp jolt of sensation while declaring, “Forever.”
Tony’s brain didn’t quite compute the words, he knew Master too well to know that this kind of thing was just part of their plays, meant to intimidate Tony.
And it had stopped working long ago. Instead of intimidating him, all it really did was take him further into the cloud nine.
“By the Vishanti, you’re way too trusting of me aren’t you?” Master shook his head against Tony’s skin. “Always trusting the wrong people. Which is all the more reason I must keep you here with me, where you’ll be safe.” He dropped a kiss to Tony’s jawline, the cock buried inside him never ceasing its movement.
Tony was.. well, he was certainly a little confused now. It sounded a little like.. humiliation. Master never humiliated or degraded him. Yet, right now he sounded entirely serious.
“You still do not believe that this isn’t a scene, do you?” Master chuckled.
His strong arms that had been wrapped around Tony pulled the pet away from the wall. Tony felt Master’s cock fully pull out, and his hole desperately clenched around empty air. He whined at the sudden loss, not understanding what he had done to warrant such a punishment, but then his body was quickly manhandled to somewhere. Master’s hands on his chest pushed him backwards and he fell, fear momentarily taking over his body as he couldn’t see or know where he was falling—
He landed on a bouncy mattress draped with fluffy sheets, instantly quashing his panic.
Spreading his arms around, he tried to feel how big the surface was. Pretty large, he concluded when he couldn’t find the edges, and also noted that the fabric was familiar. It had to be the same brand that they always used for their room’s bed.
A weight climbed up the bed, and then the three beautiful eyes stared down at him from above.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
Tony instantly complied without even needing to process, his mind fully enticed by the intensity of those eyes and the sheer seriousness they exuded regarding Master’s last statement.
“That’s my good boy.” Master settled between his legs, manhandling Tony a little to align their bodies.
Tony knew the magical chastity was still around his cock, though he could not see it glowing gold-orange like it should, like the outline of Master’s eyes.
When Master entered Tony again, he slid in in one go now that his pet was nicely wet and stretched. He let out a content sigh as he pressed his body against Tony’s, leaning down until his eyes were right in front of Tony’s face.
One hand pinning Tony’s arm to the mattress, the other hand caressed his face affectionately as Master started to move inside him once again. “From now on, you’re fully mine, pet. Mine to protect, mine to keep, mine to fuck. Your autonomy, your freedom, they belong to me now.”
Tony whimpered in bliss, because his subconscious still fully trusted his Master to even consider any level of real threat in his possessive claims. Master was possessive, Tony knew that. Tony loved that, loved being held so close and dearly, like he was the most precious treasure in this world.
“Still not believing me, I see. That’s alright, pet. WIth time, you will. I just have to give it a few days of keeping you here, all happy and submissive to me all the time. Though I supposed just a day of not allowing you to come should be more than enough clue,” there was a sadistic smile to Master’s voice. His hand trailed from Tony’s cheek to his hair, petting his head. “But I do not have that much patience either. So this will make you believe me for sure.”
Master stopped moving against him, and gripped a good chunk of his hair, pinning his head firmly in place.
“Come back to reality, Tony.”
It wasn’t the command of a Master, it was the request of a husband. And come back, Tony did.
..or at least, he tried.
He shook his head to clear his cloudy mind and tried, hard, to snap back to reality.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t think straight.
“What is it, pet? Trouble coming back to your senses?” Master asked, voice pleased and saccharine.
Tony whimpered, and now, now, it was a whimper of fear.
Master leaned down, brushing his nose against Tony’s face, dropping a kiss below his ear as he started to move his length inside Tony again. “I told you, pet,” He whispered into Tony’s ear, voice dark. “You’re fully mine from now, forever.”
Tony tried again, tried to surface, but for each second that he failed to surface, the fear only sent him further and further down until reason fully left his mind. He tried to struggle — against what, he didn’t know — as small noises escaped his lips. They were supposed to be noises of panic, but certainly didn’t sound like those.
“Now now, don’t worry, pet.” Master kissed him on the lips with the same ever-present affection and possession, halting Tony’s squirms. “Don’t be scared. I’ll take good care of you in here, alright?” Master kissed him again. The pace of his thrusts slowed down a little and the angle changed to push deeper into Tony, massaging his prostate with every plunge in a slow-but-rewarding torture. “I’ll always be here with you in some capacity, will never once leave you alone. I’ll always keep you fed and clean, will make sure all of your physical needs are properly met. Well,” he could hear a smirk in Master’s voice, “all, except for this one, of course. As I said earlier, you’re not allowed to come ever again, because I love that helpless look on your face. You look so pretty like that. Sound so pretty when you beg. I want to keep you that way forever, my sweet pet.”
Master showered him with more kisses, and Tony started to tremble under him, whining like a puppy, the tortuous drag of his Master’s cock up his ass while Master talked about his new life, it was all too much. He was a mess of emotions, he felt euphoric and terrified and his body buzzed and his mind couldn’t form thoughts.
“Imagine, wouldn’t it be nice in here?” Master withdrew the hand resting on his head to instead pin both of his hands to the bed now. “All you have to think about ever again is me. You’ll only see my eyes, only hear my voice, only feel my touch. No one and nothing else will ever bother you again. I’ll make you feel so good, Sweetheart, you will never need to think of the outside world.”
Somehow it was when Tony processed the ‘outside world’ when he surfaced out of his space, just barely. “Aven—ngh, Aveng-er..” he tried to pronounce.
“What, you think that one of our colleague will notice you missing and search for you?” Master asked with a decidedly judgmental tone.
Tony hadn’t even thought of that — didn’t have the brainpower to think of that — but it was a valid point. Their teammates would try to search Tony if he never showed up to them again.
“Oh pet, did you truly think I would do any of this without a plan?” Master added. “I made you leave your Arc Reactor behind before our ‘scene’. So no one knows what’s truly happening here. I can easily draw upon magic to create an illusion that looks exactly like you, whenever I need it to interact to other people. Besides, you’re forgetting that we’re married and I have absolute power to tell them to fuck off from your life, if I wanted to.”
Every word his Master spoke sent him further down the spiral of terror that he was truly going to stay here, in this state, forever. Master was being entirely serious, and he had all the power over Tony to make it happen. No one would ever know, and he wouldn’t ever be able to fight against his Master with the sheer & absolute power that he held over Tony.
However, there was a damn good reason for him to not stay here, to go back to the world, and he would fight because it, too, was engraved in his subconscious as deeply as his submission towards his Master was.
“Aven..gers,” he tried again, a little more articulate this time.
“Ah, you’re worried about the threats to our world?” Master chucked a little. “Pet, your Master is the most powerful Master of the Mystic Arts in this dimension, and the wielder of the Time Stone. Surely you remember all the times I’ve demonstrated my power, yes?”
Tony shuddered, recalling all the times he’d watched Master neutralize eldritch threats with such proficiency and sheer power that it had taken Tony’s breath away every time, leaving him gaping in awe.
Yes, his Master was indeed very powerful. And it was a privilege for Tony to be a cherished pet of such a powerful being.
Master kissed his lips, trailing kisses down his jaw as both his trembling hands brought Tony’s hands above his head, and pinned them there with a single hand. Despite knowing that Master’s hand strength was way weaker than Tony’s, Tony could do nothing to fight those gentle restraints, try as he might.
“You don’t have to worry, Sweetheart, the world is safe in my hands, just as you are.” He caressed the back of Tony’s neck with his now free hand, humming in thought. “Perhaps.. whenever you’ve been a good boy, I can reward you by allowing you some vision and letting you see the recordings of my battles. You’d love to watch me absolutely dominate everyone and everything in the battlefields, won’t you?”
Tony’s answer was clear in the loud keen he let out.
He was positively crying now, tears trickling sideways down his face.
It felt so, so good to think about. He would forever serve his Master, forever be loved and kept and cared for, forever stay in this state of bliss.
It was also so very terrifying, because he can’t live with not coming forever, not seeing or hearing anything except his Master, he can’t.
And maybe some small, still rational, barely functional part of his brain said no, you cannot stay separated from reality forever, Tony Stark-Strange. You need to return, the world needs you.
He shook his head more, unable to form the words and just silently begged his Master to understand him. Please, let me go, please.
Master did not listen to him, fucking into him with the same, torturous, leisurely pace as he sucked bruises on Tony’s neck, right below his collar.
Tony whimpered. “Pl..ease,” he begged.
Master moaned, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder. “That’s it, my pet. Be more verbal for me. Such a beautiful voice you have.”
“Please..” his last syllable turned into a cry. “Hng- Master, pl-please..” Tony somehow gathered some strength, and shook his head even more frantically.
Master paused moving, and the three beautiful eyes looked at Tony—
The three icy, stern eyes looked down at Tony.
“Pet, I truly love you and adore you more than anything else in this world..” Master’s two fingers hooked under the collar, tugging just a little, as if testing. “..but you must understand, if you don’t comply, I will have to punish you.” His hooked fingers moved in an arc around the collar, as though searching an optimal place to pull the hardest. “And I don’t want to inflict scars or marks on a pretty thing like you.”
..Scars and marks?
“Scar..?” Tony tried to ask.
“Yes, pet. Scars. You don’t want to be hit, now, do you?”
If Tony had been terrified earlier, now he was petrified. “Ngh,” he tried to say ‘no’, but couldn’t manage anything. He couldn’t even shake his head properly anymore.
Master just chuckled, and released the restraint on Tony’s hands to cup his chin instead, staring down at him intensely. Tony found himself paralyzed, unable to move or look away. “I did say that all your autonomy is gone, didn’t I? I told you that this is not a scene. I decide your life from now on, and so I decide that there are no limits, no safewords. Your life is mine now, and I decide what happens to you.”
Tony let out a pathetic cry, shivering under him, trying to shake his head.
Master’s gaze turned a little soft at that. “Sweetheart, like I said, I still love you the most in the world. I don’t want to go out of my way to do things that could harm you, I want to always keep you happy. But in order to do that, you’d have to be a good pet to me and obey me, won’t you?” Master released his chin in favor of caressing his face. “I think I have terrified you way too much, my pet. I want to show you that I truly do love you. So I’m going to let you come this one time, understood?”
Tony sobbed at the prospect of being allowed to come, because his body was singing with so much sensation, begging to be allowed the release, he wanted, needed to come.
He nodded his head. “Please, p-please..” Even if just once, he needed it.
Master hummed. Taking a lot of his weight off of Tony, he reached between their bodies with a trembling hand, which Tony felt as it brushed past his stomach.
“Remember this feeling, pet,” Master said as Tony saw a flash of gold between them in the darkness, “this will be the last time I allow you to feel it.”
And then Tony gasped, feeling sensation return to his neglected cock. It twitched and throbbed and sang, being held in Master’s grip. He gave it a loving stroke, and Tony screamed out, feeling like he could come right there. His weak, wobbly hands reached out to grip Master, and clung onto his arms.
Master bent down, cock still in his hand, to press a kiss on Tony’s lips. “I’ll make sure to give you the most pleasure with this one, Sweetheart.”
And with that he started to move, his cock hitting Tony’s sweet spot with perfect precision every time, while a hand relentlessly stroked his cock. Tony was already on edge, he didn’t last at all, he spilled all over his Master’s hand with a guttural cry, his entire body shuddering as Master continued to fuck into him through the orgasm.
Except.. Master didn’t stop, he kept going, and from one second to another the pleasure and pain both compounded exponentially. It was too much, way too much, but Master just kept going and going, no matter the pained noises and whimpers that left Tony’s mouth.
It must have only been a few seconds but it felt like forever as the pain completely and absolutely surpassed. Master didn’t stop.
Tony wanted it to stop.
“Mmmh, Mal—...” He tried to say Malibu, but his voice died halfway. And for the smallest fraction of a second, Tony truly feared that this wouldn’t stop, because he couldn’t speak, and was he even allowed safewords anymore, if what Master had said was true?
But then Master stopped abruptly. Tony wheezed, feeling like he could breathe again. The aftershocks of overstimulation still wrecked his entire body with pain, but it wasn’t the unbreathable kind like just a second ago.
Master moved a little, and Tony yelped at how it hurt, his entire body twitching.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, it’ll feel better in just a second. I’m going to pull out, alright?”
Tony wheezed, panting, and gave a small nod.
Master placed his hands on the underside of Tony’s thighs to keep him in place, and then carefully pulled out of him. For a short second Tony shuddered at how painfully it fired his neurons, but then it was gone, his hole was empty, and he felt a large wave of relief wash over him. His body still twitched a little from the afterglow, but now the phantom sensations were more enjoyable than painful.
Strangely, he heard the sound of breeze. He didn’t realize he had his eyes closed until a silky piece of cloth got draped over them for reasons unknown. The mattress shifted as a weight settled right next to him, though not touching or brushing against his skin at all, and he was thankful to his Master for that.
A second later, a gentle, shaking hand settled on his hair and started to stroke his head. If Tony could purr, he would.
He laid there for some time, the calming strokes of his Master’s hand slowly soothing all his frayed nerves, simply enjoying the relaxed, half-sleepy state of his mind and body without any thoughts.
A while later, sheets were draped on top of his body, and the sensation didn’t make him twitch at. It was soft and light. The cloth was also removed from his eyes, and he felt warmth and light through his eyelids, but didn’t think much of it.
Another while later, Master moved himself to scoot closer to Tony and gently lifted his head to place it on Master’s lap. Tony hummed in relief and curled in around his Master’s body, letting him run relaxing fingers up and down Tony’s forearm. His motions stopped after a while, and Tony made a complaining noise, rubbing his face against Master’s lap to ask him to continue, but now his brain was actually functional and he remembered that Master’s hand might be hurting from the constant use.
“Still down, Sweetheart?” Master asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of Tony’s face.
“Mm,” Tony responded, then slowly cracked open his eyes.
He saw Master’s beautiful eyes gazing down at him, and he saw Master’s face, and..
..he could see the entire surroundings.
They were in their master bedroom in the Sanctum, lying in their bed. No dungeon / basement / whatever forbidden rooms the sorcerers had hidden downstairs.
For a second Tony was extremely confused because of everything Master had said ...until logic caught up to him and he felt downright embarrassed for believing all that mumbo jumbo.
He covered his face with both hands, groaning into them.
When he lowered his hands again, Master was smirking down at him.
“Wipe that smirk off your face.”
“Ah, the greatest mind on Earth is back online, is it?”
Tony grumbled, looking away. “I can talk and think perfectly fine and still be down.”
Master laughed a little, and it only made Tony get his head off the lap and flop down on the bed, fully turning away.
“Aw come on, it’s alright, I would’ve believed it all too with the convincing arguments.” Master reached for Tony and caressed his face, prompting Tony to look back. “And I did cheat on a part by using magic to forcefully keep you down. The time I had asked you to try to come back up.”
Tony blinked, then touched the collar that was still around his neck. “The.. collar doesn’t keep me down? I’m still a lil down, though?”
Master laughed a little. “Oh no, it’s all you. The collar is doing nothing.” He stood up from the bed and gave Tony a quick kiss, then slid the collar free from Tony’s neck and placed it on the nightstand. Tony turned to see what kind of collar it was, and blinked at what he saw.
Bright red with gold accents, the collar shone like metal.
“That’s your collar,” Tony said.
“Yes,” Master said dryly, moving over to the closet to change his clothes manually. “Apparently you don’t know how my collar feels on the neck.”
“..I know how your collar feels,” Tony huffed. “I’m the one who crafted it, remember?”
Master turned to face him and leaned his back against the wall, smirking with a smug satisfaction. “And yet you couldn’t tell that when we were in the scene. You fully believed that I put some enchanted collar of enthrallment on you.”
“..Asshole,” Tony muttered, no real heat behind it.
After changing his clothes, Master climbed onto the bed and pulled Tony closer to him. Tony hugged him snuggly, letting out a content sigh with closed eyes when Master’s shaking fingers brushed his hair soothingly.
When he opened his eyes, he found the gorgeous blue-green eyes staring back at his brown ones. He was reminded of how much more stunning these eyes had looked in the darkness, ornamented by magic, and his hand automatically reached to touch the side of the eye. Master closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
“Have I ever told you that your eyes are gorgeous?”
Master smiled, opening his eyes. “Only an infinite number of times.”
There was so much of love, devotion visible in those eyes. Tony was sure it would have been visible during the scene too, had it not been overshadowed by the possessiveness and lust.
And that terrifyingly icy look Master had given him the one time.
It had all been just an act. But, Tony decided that, regardless of the fact that Master was never actually going to turn Tony into a permanent pet and fully revoke his power, he was more than capable of doing exactly what all he had said. If Master had truly wanted to do it, there would have been literally and virtually nothing Tony could’ve done to stop him.
Perhaps that should be a disconcerting thought, but it wasn’t. Because Tony hadn’t even properly been able to articulate that he wanted power back, and Master had given it to him, freely and right away.
It was but a testimony of trust and power.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”