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Peter's main goal in life was to be a good toy.
He scored perfect marks all throughout his training and his rather limited classwork at The Center for Male Companions. A quiet boarding school in a wooded area, fenced neatly and staffed by people who didn't care very much and teachers who didn't challenge him. His performance was never anything that he thought would catch the eye of someone as important as Mr. Stark, but it helped that Tony said he was pretty, too.
Everyone said he was an aesthetically pleasing toy, and that must have been what made Tony choose him. Peter knew how to do a little bit of makeup, and scrunch curling cream into his hair, and kneel with his hands behind his back, parting his lips just so. It clearly paid off.
They had taken pictures of all the graduates to put on the website with a little bio. Peter didn't get to write his own bio, much to his dismay. But it read "Peter is well-behaved but too curious. 4.0 GPA. Enjoys discipline, cries easily, and has remained orgasm-free. Male owners only. Brown hair, brown eyes, no scars, 4 inches (hard). Cage-trained, slight anxiety."
It summed him up better than he'd like to admit.
There was no question that someone would buy him. He had heard that the website nearly crashed on graduation day every year.
He needed to be good for his owner; he needed it in his bones. He had to do everything right. He was taught to keep his appearance simple but pleasing, just like every other part of him. It was what he was made for, so why would he do anything different?
Tony commanded the room with his presence, but as soon as they were alone, he was completely gentle. Tony had made it clear when he purchased Peter that he was expected to keep up his appearance, and Peter was a little bit relieved. That was something he knew how to do. To be fair, Tony said it in front of the people who had sold, trained, and shaped him. When they were alone, Tony never mentioned any personal appearance requirements again beyond compliments and praise.
The first thing Tony actually said to him was "Hey, there you are!" as if he recognized him from his picture. As if he were already a part of Tony's life. Peter wanted it more than anything.
Toys weren't supposed to show that they want things, though. He wasn't even supposed to have things like interests. When he got too good at math, they took it away. When he became too interested in his roommate, Harley, they moved him to a single dorm. When he looked at too many teen magazines, they took that away, too. They even took the Popular Mechanics ones, until all he was left with was cheap porn magazines. With not much else to do, he pored over those and learned how toys were supposed to be. He knew that liking things was for people, but he still had such trouble with it. He could be better. He would be better for Tony.
Life at the Center had been pretty boring since he wasn't allowed to do anything socially. It was a constant monotony of going to class, doing homework, and keeping himself permanently horny. On Sundays, someone who looked grumpy and didn't talk to him would come in and hold a strong vibrator to his cage for two minutes and then leave, but that was the extent of the actual pleasure he could get. Porn was everywhere, though, and staff would come in at random times to make sure that cages were on, clothes were off, homework was done, mouths were stuffed with toys, and porn was on full volume.
He hoped he would get to try the things that he'd seen. It would finally be real.
On the car ride to Tony's home, Peter stared out the window in fascination at the different styles of houses they passed. What would their house look like? Could he ask that? He didn't want to be punished for speaking out of turn. The rules were unclear right now, his future as uncertain and open as the road ahead of them. Peter fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. At least Tony hadn't made him undress yet. It was a little chilly in the car.
"You okay, kiddo?" Tony reached over and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Peter tried not to lean into the touch. He never got to be touched. He was trained for it, but physical affection was something for graduates, not students.
Well. He was a graduate now. Sold and everything.
Peter remembered Tony asked him a question. "Yes, Sir, I...I've never been happier."
His nerves were there, sure, but he was finally owned. He was fulfilling his life purpose.
"Are you cold? Hot?"
Peter looked to Tony in surprise. "M'a little cold, Sir. But I'm okay."
Tony wordlessly turned the heater on and kept his hand on Peter's shoulder. They drove in silence for a while, and Peter wondered if it was because Tony was nervous too, or if he was trying to give Peter space.
"You know your seat can heat up, too. Would you like that?" Tony offered.
Peter nodded. "Yes, please!"
He pushed a button and sure enough, the seat heated up. Could they just stay in the nice warm car?
It was definitely weird to leave everyone and everything behind. He'd had a couple of friends at the center, but they weren't really allowed to spend much time together. He'd seen his friend Harley taken away rather quickly by a big, muscular blond and a man with a shiny prosthetic, and he wondered about where the other boy was going. If they would be nice to him. Harley was a couple of years older than him, twenty-two and brattier than he should have been. He admitted once that he was held back a year for his behavior, but he was always kind to Peter. They hadn't gotten to say goodbye.
But Peter was happy to be picked, to be liked, to be (hopefully) played with like a good toy.
He hoped Tony would be rough with him sometimes, though. His favorite porn was the rough kind. He hoped Tony shared that interest.
Tony cracked a smile. "I'm gonna make you so happy, honey. Got my pretty toy doll the whole dream house and all the accessories, huh?"
Peter blushed, his heart pounding in his chest. Yes! He wants to play! "What kind of accessories, Sir?"
Tony put his hands back on the wheel, and Peter's shoulder burned from the loss.
"Mm, I like that you call me Sir. You can call me Tony if you want. I won't punish you for that."
"Yes, Tony," Peter nodded, making a mental note to call him Tony roughly half the time.
"And a better question is what accessories I don't have."
"Oh!"
Tony must be rich.
"You're wearing the cage, right, kid?"
Peter looked down at the slight bulge in his leggings and nodded. "I only take it off to clean it."
"Good boy. It’s not for you to touch. We’ll upgrade that little piece of plastic to something more substantial. Completely custom. What’s your favorite color, kid?”
Peter’s eyes widened. He didn’t have a favorite anything. How was he supposed to pick?
His eyes darted around the car, trying to figure out the right answer. Tony’s shirt was red. His smart watch had a red casing.
“Red, Sir,” Peter guessed.
“You’re so cute. You want a red cage, honey?”
Peter’s breath caught. “I want whatever you want.”
“You like when I pick things for you, hmm?”
Peter nodded, relieved. “Yes, Sir. I don’t deserve to make choices.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” Tony said neutrally.
Peter was amazed at the house. A light blue craftsman-style home with a picket fence surrounding a lawn that looked right out of a movie. Peter could tell that this house must have cost a lot of money, but he had no frame of reference. Did Tony make a lot of money? It probably didn't matter as long as he was taken care of. Money was for people to worry about, not toys.
"You can put your bag in here. I'll give you the grand tour," Tony said with a grin. Peter put his backpack full of his very few belongings on a little wooden bench in what he assumed was a living room and followed Tony.
The house was gorgeous and surprisingly warm and lived-in. It didn't seem like a magazine or a rich person's home. It seemed like where people enjoyed their free time. There was an office with a crazy computer setup that Peter itched to explore, and a big room in a downstairs area that was just for projects. A workshop.
When Tony showed Peter the bedroom, the boy gasped in delight.
He had his own sleeping space!
"And here's where you'll be staying," Tony was saying. He unzipped a cute little play tent that would be just big enough to stretch out in, and pushed some sort of button inside. The pink and blue tent glowed with soft, multicolored lights. The lights were shaped like stars.
It was perfect! And it was his!
"It's amazing, Sir!" Peter exclaimed. "Can I hug you, please?"
"Of course you can. You don't have to ask. Come here."
Peter hugged Tony tight, burying his face shamelessly in the fabric of his shirt. Tony held him tightly and rubbed his back. Peter wanted to never let go.
"When's the last time someone held you, pretty boy?" Tony murmured.
Peter let go, face burning. "Um. I don't know. I don't remember doing that before. It's for sold toys."
Tony hugged him close again. "Well, you're mine now, so we can hug all the time."
Peter thought about that when Tony let go. Maybe the way Tony liked to play was more cuddly than he'd been taught. Peter wasn't very squishy, but he could cuddle. It felt really nice.
Tony showed him the soft blankets inside the tent and explained that it was called his "toy box." Peter went inside and found it to be very comfortable, with some sort of padded mat underneath.
"And if you need some time alone, or you want to sleep all zipped up, you can zip yourself inside," Tony said.
Peter looked at the tent and back at Tony. "I don't-- I'm not supposed to need things. Why would I need time alone?"
Did Tony not want to play with him very often? Was he supposed to stay in his box most of the time? How would he determine how much time he should spend in it?
"You don't have to, baby, I'm just letting you know it's an option," Tony said. "How about we finish the tour, eat some lunch, and then we can have playtime?"
"Yes, please!" Peter brightened.
"Do you like sandwiches?" Tony asked. "Wait, do you have any allergies?"
Peter thought for a moment. "I like sandwiches. I've had them before. I don't think I have any allergies, Sir."
Tony put his arm around Peter to lead him, and Peter felt his stress dissipate.
"This is the bathroom," Tony showed him a room with an enormous tub and a shower with two showerheads. Peter guessed that he was supposed to join Tony in there. "If you have to pee, you need to let me know, because we're going to make that part of playtime."
Peter's eyes widened. "You like that too?" he blurted.
Tony grinned. "God, you're perfect. We'll talk about what we like and don't like, okay? Let's go eat."
Over sandwiches, Tony explained his expectations for Peter. That he should always be available to be used, that he should be plugged and ready at all times, that he will swallow what Tony gives him, and not make any mess. Peter was to be in charge of the chores, cooking, and cleaning, and he would be allowed a couple of hours of rest time during the day.
"And if you zip up your tent, that gives me the clue that you don't want to play," Tony said.
"Why would I not want to play?" Peter's brow furrowed.
"Well, no one wants to play all the time, sweetheart," Tony said. "I want you to be physically and mentally healthy. I want you happy, kid."
Peter's heart pounded. "And if I'm not happy, I get punished, right?" Please hurt me.
"Peter," Tony scooted his chair forward to the table. "Do you know what consent is?"
Oh! I know this one.
"Consent means saying yes. Good toys always say yes," Peter said confidently.
But Tony put his head in his hands and sighed. "How do I explain this?" he said, almost to himself. "Okay. So some people buy toys to play with them until they're all used up, right?"
Peter nodded. He knew about that. Used-up toys get given away.
"Okay. So I don't want to use you up, okay? If I use you when you don't actually want to, then it's actually bad for you, because it can break the toy. People who keep going after the toy doesn't want it, they're using a broken toy, and the toy needs some time to get put back together."
"You’ll put me back together? Like aftercare?" Peter asked.
Tony let out a breathless laugh. "Yes, putting the toy back together is aftercare. Thank fuck you know what that is. Some owners put their toys away too quickly without fixing them up, and that wears on the toy over time, right?"
Peter nodded. He could see how that would be.
"So I want to maintain my toy. You can expect cuddles and lots of care afterwards. And telling me yes or no, and meaning it, won't make me mad or happy either way. What makes me happy is that you give an honest answer, whatever it is. It is respectful to tell the truth when you don't want to do something. And it's self-care."
"Self-care," Peter repeated, trying out the words on his tongue. “How do I tell if I say yes or no, though?"
"How about this, kid. We'll do check-ins. If I ask you to play with me, in whatever way, and I check in with you, you give me an honest answer. I just want to know if you're scared or sad. So if I say I'm checking in, I want you to tell me if you're scared or sad. Okay? That's what we'll start with. There's no right or wrong answer. I just want you to tell me if you feel either of those things."
Peter nodded. "Yes, Sir." He could do that.
"Okay. We have a system now. That's out of the way. I," Tony said, "have a question for you."
Peter nodded. "Yes, Sir?"
"When was the last time you came?"
Peter frowned. "Never?"
"Never. You've never had an orgasm?" Tony looked at him in disbelief. "Wow. I mean, the website said orgasm-free, but I didn't think that meant forever."
"I-- I don't need to. I have a cage."
"Come on. Come with me." Tony got up from the table. Peter followed him into the bedroom, heart racing. "Sit on the bed, let's take these clothes off."
Peter stripped his clothes off without hesitation. He was used to being naked; his t-shirt and leggings were really only for the transfer to Tony's home.
"No clothes on in the house from now on, unless you're cold. I'll have fluffy sweats for you if you ever get cold. But if you feel nice and warm, I want you naked. Spread your legs."
Peter lit up in excitement and held onto his legs. He was getting played with!
Tony's eyes raked over his body, making him feel warm inside. Peter didn't expect Tony to lean in and kiss his inner thighs. Peter cried out and squirmed at the touch. It felt better than anything he'd ever felt already. Tony put a firm hand on his belly to pin him down before pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the cage.
"Sir!" Peter gasped. "What are you--"
"You need to learn what an orgasm is, kid," Tony said firmly. "You'll like it, it's okay. You get one of these every year, as a birthday present. But you need to know what you're missing to really look forward to it, huh?"
"Y-yes," Peter said, unable to think about anything but the click of the lock and then Tony's tongue laving up the length of his cock. Was this how owners felt every day? Peter cried out when Tony sucked him into his mouth, and something built in his gut that felt like pure warm pleasure, until it peaked like a firework cracking.
"Ah-h!" Peter shook as Tony swallowed the last of it and let go of him.
Peter took a moment to catch his breath. "Was--was that-- that was good," he panted.
"Sad or scared?" Tony asked.
Peter shook his head. "So happy!"
Tony got on top of him, and before Peter could process what was happening, Tony kissed him hard and wet.
Peter made a surprised noise into his mouth and felt his cock twitch. Tony pressed his body closer and snaked a hand between them to stroke Peter's cock.
"Are you--again??" Peter managed.
Tony kissed him again before answering. "No, baby, that's it for today. I just want to touch you. Let me touch you."
"O-okay." That made sense. He was for Tony to touch.
Tony's thumbs circled his nipples, and it felt good in a way he didn't expect. Harley had touched him there, just once. It didn't feel as good as this. Tony must know what he's doing.
Tony pinched the right one hard, and Peter involuntarily arched off the bed with a groan.
"So sensitive," Tony hummed.
"Hurts so good," Peter whined.
Tony played with his body for a while, and Peter found himself absolutely lost in it. At some point, Tony had taken his clothes off too. He took Peter's hand and placed it on his cock. Peter whined and started stroking it, just like he'd been taught.
"Just like that, kid. Fuck, that grip. You're strong."
Peter kept up the motion that he knew Tony liked, that he knew was good, and was rewarded with more kisses. Tony even kissed his neck and his earlobe, and it made goosebumps run down his body.
"Tony," Peter gasped into his mouth. "I never-- I never felt this good before."
"And you get to, now," Tony said between kisses. "You're a very good toy."
Time stretched out while they kissed and cuddled. Tony asked him about what it was like in the facility. Peter asked Tony about his computer setup. Talking with him was natural and comfortable, and it eased Peter's anxiety.
"I think we should go clean off. Are you usually a morning shower or evening shower person?" Tony asked.
Peter blinked. "Um. I never got to choose before. I used to have to shower in the morning."
"I’m the same way," Tony said. "But you came to me straight from the toy store, so let's get you in the shower."
The shower was actually warm. Peter marveled at the temperature control and the massive touch screen embedded in the tile. Somehow it wasn't fogged up or too wet.
"You know it can play music," Tony said while he washed Peter's hair. Peter felt like absolute goo when Tony scrubbed his scalp with his fingertips, and he didn't want to move, but he also did want to see what music Tony had.
It turned out that he had all the music. That was overwhelming. Peter let Tony choose, and the man picked some soft jazz.
Peter felt a familiar ache in his lower belly. "Sir, I have to pee."
Tony wrapped his arms around him from behind and pressed a hand to his bladder. "Go ahead. You don't have to ask in the shower."
Peter gasped as Tony increased the pressure until the dam burst and hot piss hissed out of his cock and onto the shower wall in a strong stream.
"That's just gorgeous," Tony murmured. He grabbed Peter's cock and stroked it, and Peter realized that these sensations together were much better than either of them separately.
After the shower, Tony washed his cage and put it back on before bed with a promise to have his new one ready the next day. Peter curled up in his toy box and let Tony tuck him in like a baby doll in a fluffy white blanket.
"I'll be right over here in the bed, kid."
"How do I know when to wake up?" Peter asked.
"The alarm will wake you up when it wakes me up. Your job will be to get me to actually wake up when it goes off. And you have a good mouth for that, don't you?"
Peter nodded eagerly. "Do you like a morning blowjob?"
Tony laughed. "Oh, baby, who doesn't. It's one of the best parts about having a toy. Get some sleep, and tomorrow I'll play with you a bunch."
"Goodnight, Sir," Peter wiggled down under his blanket more. For not being a bed, it was surprisingly comfortable. Well. It was a type of bed.
"Goodnight toy. Get some sleep."