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Many people thought of Tony as an impatient man. They were not wrong, but Tony knew how to wait when it suited him. Steve lay in bed next to him, practically vibrating with something he wanted to say and Tony was perfectly happy to doze, curled up in his side until he actually did so. He deserved a lazy morning.
Finally, Steve started to speak. “Tony...there was something you said the other day...”
“I say a lot of things. You’re going to have to be more specific,” Tony said, opening his eyes to look at Steve.
Distress was written clearly across Steve’s face. “Um, when you called me…” He mumbled.
Tony picked his head up from Steve’s bicep. “What was that?”
“A good boy. You called me a good boy.” Steve had taken on a rosy hue and was getting redder by the second.
“Oh,” Tony said, sitting up more fully. “Was that not okay? I can stop.”
“No! I, uh, I kind of liked it,” Steve confessed, covering his face with his hands. “And I just thought, is there any way we can do more of that? Maybe some other stuff too?”
“Steve Rogers!” Tony grinned and tried to get a peek at Steve’s expression. “I’d be delighted to explore some kink with you. You don’t have to be embarrassed, I guess this makes two of us in this relationship filthy perverts. And here I thought it was just me.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Steve said despite being as red as the stripes on the American flag.
“Uh-huh.” Tony said. He slowly ran a hand down Steve’s side. “So, ‘good boy’ covers a lot of territory, plays into a lot of kinks. Any idea where you want to go with it? I’m up for most things, but I’ll let you know if we get into something I’m not jiving with.”
Steve bit his lip. “I’m not really sure the right word for it. I just like knowing I’m doing a good job.”
“Praise kink?” Tony offered. He was more than familiar with that one. What could he say? Positive feedback was hot.
“Maybe?” Steve said hesitantly.
“Anything else? Do you want to start calling me Daddy?”
Steve frowned. “Uh, not sure. I don’t think I’m interested.”
“Good. That one might have been a bit weird for me.” Especially considering Steve had known Tony’s daddy. For some people that might have been further incentive, but Tony was a little too aware of his daddy issues to partake. “How about orders? Do you want me to tell you what to do and then praise you for doing a good job?”
“You’ve met me, right?” Steve said with a laugh. “I’m not exactly the most obedient soldier.”
“Hmm...you’re not, but maybe for the right orders given by the right guy…” Tony leaned in, kissing Steve softly before adding, “Besides, a little disobedience can be fun too. Does that sound right?”
“I think it does.”
“Then I’ll prep a little tasting course. You think some more on things you’d like to do or avoid. I’ll have JARVIS send you some information to give you an idea of what might be on the table.”
Tony slipped out from beneath the covers and stretched. His first order of business: coffee and breakfast, then scene planning and prep. If no one tried to destroy the world in the meantime, tonight would be a very fun night.
“See anything exciting while looking over your study guide?” Tony asked, unbuttoning his shirt while Steve wandered over to sit on the bed.
Steve had more exposure to what Tony would call kink than Tony probably gave him credit for. Aside from a few surprises, many of the acts in the “study guide” were things he’d seen or heard slyly whispered about in the raunchier clubs he and Bucky had sometimes visited back in the day. He just hadn’t had the words to talk about them. However, one section of the study guide in particular stood out to him.
“The outfits—all the leather and straps. Restraints. I wouldn’t mind that,” Steve said haltingly.
Tony lifted Steve’s chin. “Yeah? You want me to strap you down? Put a collar on you?”
“Yes,” Steve breathed.
Tony smiled. “And?”
“Kneeling,” Steve said. “Having to just take it.”
“That’s perfect.” Tony stroked Steve’s hair. “How about things you aren’t so keen on?”
That was easy. “Nothing too messy.”
“Like?”
“Anything you might do in the bathroom, should stay in the bathroom,” Steve explained. Between the old streets of New York and the war, Steve had seen more than enough filth.
Tony nodded. “So, no water sports, scat, that kind of thing. Easy enough. That all?”
“Nothing that I’m not willing to at least give a try,” Steve said with a shrug. “That was the only thing in the study guide I knew I wouldn’t like.”
“Give any thought to a safe word?”
Steve shrugged again. “Not really.”
He’d been kind of overwhelmed with his options as it was, figuring out a safe word hadn’t even crossed his mind.
“How about representative?” Tony said.
“What? Like I’m going to call my representative to complain?” Steve did that now and again. It used to be that you’d write letters, but calling suited Steve better. Living in New York, he had some of the better ones, but he liked to remind them what he elected them for.
Tony laughed a little. “I hope I’m not that bad.”
With that, Tony peeled of the rest of his clothes, revealing a tight red leather outfit that cinched around his waist and left very little else to the imagination. He had a very noticeable bulge his red thong. Steve had seen Tony naked before. Adding a corset and a few straps shouldn’t be so—affecting.
“Your turn, strip,” Tony said, putting one leg up on the bed to loom into Steve’s space.
“Sir, yes, sir,” Steve said sarcastically, but he did start removing his clothes. “Do I get any of that?” He said, eyeing Tony’s leather.
“Well, since you asked…” Tony went over to the table, where Steve was just now noticing a number of items were laid out. He couldn’t see what all of it was, or even put a name to what he could see, but the table was covered with various objects all made of leather, metal, or silicone. A coil of leather stood out. The smooth black leather was about an inch wide, wound into a length that had to come out to several feet, with shiny silver fittings and another loop of leather at the end—a leash and collar set.
“We’re not going to use all that are we?”
Tony just smiled. “We might. Depends on what you like. I’m prepared to take this in a number of directions. I think we’ll start with these though.” He held up a set of black leather cuffs, four of them, with a silver chain between.
Holding in a gasp, Steve studied the restraints. The way those cuffs were constructed, his wrists would be bound to his ankles, most likely behind his back. He wouldn’t be able to move, not really. Not without breaking the chain.
“Arms behind you.” Tony’s hands brushed across Steve’s skin, and he shivered as he complied.
Steve leaned his weight into Tony while the cuffs were fastened around his wrists. Tony smelled nice, the scent of leather adding a different layer to his usual pleasant musk. Steve couldn’t deny he found the whole situation arousing. No one had even touched his cock and he was already hard.
“Legs too now. Be careful not to tug too much. With your strength these chains could snap just like that. I won’t be too happy if that happens.”
When Tony was done, Steve was bound with his legs beneath him on top of the bed, essentially forced to kneel with his shoulders back in order not to break the restraints. That position meant his cock was jutting outward, on full display. Bending backwards like that wasn’t a hardship, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either.
“One last touch,” Tony said, retrieving a collar and fastening it around Steve’s neck.
“Well, you’ve got me here, what are you going to do with me?” Steve asked when Tony pulled away.
In lieu of an answer, Tony’s hand swung back and then came down on Steve’s cock in an open-handed slap. Steve yelped at the unexpected hit. It stung. Not much, Steve had taken worse hits, but the surprise of it had him straining not to snap his restraints. Tony followed up with two more slaps.
“What was that for?” Steve shouted.
Tony smirked. “Just making sure you weren’t falling asleep on me.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Steve grumbled.
“Hmmm,” Tony said, looking at Steve’s flagging erection consideringly. “We’ll have to come back to this later.”
Come back to it? Steve didn’t like the sound of that. Maybe some people liked getting their cocks slapped around for no reason, but Steve wasn’t sure he was one of them.
“Unless…?” Tony asked, reading Steve’s expression.
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
“You did good, not breaking the chains,” Tony said, putting his arms on Steve’s shoulders. He leaned in close, breath ghosting on Steve’s face. “Maybe I should be rewarding you.”
“Yeah?”
Tony took several steps backwards. “I’ll put on a show for you, so watch carefully.”
Taking a bottle of lube out, Tony slicked up a hand and took a seat in the chair across the room, legs splayed. He reached into his thong and pulled out his cock, holding it just so Steve got a nearly complete view. He gave Steve a wink and then slid his hand up the shaft. It was absolutely filthy.
“Tony!” Steve groaned.
Casually, Tony asked, “Do you ever think about sneaking a peek at me?”
Shame prickled at Steve. “I wouldn’t do that, Tony.” He was no peeping tom. His ma taught him better than that.
“That’s too bad. I think about it. I jerk it sometimes in the workshop, and I think about what might happen if you came down there and saw. Would you stay for the show?” Tony’s hand moved faster, pumping up and down as if Tony were excited by the thought.
“You’d want me to?”
“I would.” Tony was breathing hard now, each syllable almost a gasp. “Do you like watching me? Seeing me feel good?”
With each stroke, Steve could see Tony getting closer to completion, carrying Steve right along with him. It was like they were connected, bound by this feeling in the air. Steve was so hard he could cry, but with his arms behind his back, there was nothing he could do but watch Tony.
Steve swallowed. “I can’t say it’s a hardship.”
“Well, if that’s all.” Tony let his hands fall to his sides.
It felt like a slap. Steve jerked in his restraints at the sudden loss. “What?”
Tony stood, almost seeming to disregard his erection entirely. “That’s enough of that. We’ve got a whole night ahead of us. It wouldn’t do to blow my load now. Unlike you, Mr. No-Refractory-Period, I’ve got limited shots in the tank.”
Steve groaned. He hated this. Tony was playing games with him.
“Though the question remains, what am I going to do with you?” Tony poked Steve’s nipple and smiled, satisfied, when Steve flinched ever so slightly. “Give you more accessories?”
He didn’t wait for Steve to respond, which was good because words were getting harder now. Forcing any thought out past the haze of arousal was a task. So all Steve could do was watch when Tony came back with two small silver clips connected by a thin chain.
“Your gorgeous chest is looking a little lonely. Let’s give those tits something to think about,” Tony said, clipping the chain to Steve’s right nipple and giving it a little tug.
Right away, Steve had to grit his teeth. His eyes watered. The clip barely hurt. To call it painful would be vastly overblown, especially given the injuries Steve regularly took. What Steve felt was pure sensation all focused in on one point. Then Tony added the second clip.
He tugged the chain a few times, as if making sure the clips were secure. Steve squirmed, then immediately stopped when he felt the chain connecting his cuffs start to give.
“Perfect,” Tony said over Steve’s moan. “Just look at you, all bound up and dripping for me. I haven’t even touched your cock and you’re making a mess of yourself.”
Tony was right. Steve’s cock was slick with pre-come. It had always been a little enthusiastic on that front, but it never had felt embarrassing until just this moment.
With a knowing smile, Tony pretended to think. “I feel selfish keeping this sight to myself. Maybe I should give Natasha a call, tell her there’s something she’ll want to see.”
Steve gasped. “Don’t!”
“No? How about Sam then? What would he think of you kneeling for me?” Tony cupped Steve’s chin.
If Sam or Natasha saw him like this, Steve didn’t know how he could ever face them again. They’d think he was a pervert. They’d be right because despite how much Steve hated the idea, it just made him harder.
“Then again, I think I’d rather keep you for myself,” Tony said, pushing Steve over.
Forced onto his back, Steve was in an even more awkward position than before, with his feet folded beneath him and his knees pointed up in the air. Tony loomed over his chest, his legs bracketing Steve on either side.
Ominously, he said, “You can tap out any time. Just two taps on my leg and we’re done.” Then he moved up and planted his ass on Steve’s face.
Hot, sweaty leather covered Steve’s mouth and nose, drowning him in the scent of Tony’s crotch. Breathing became difficult as there was little opportunity for air to get past Tony’s thighs, which were clamped around Steve’s head. Two taps and Steve could end this. He’d have to break his restraints to do it though, and he didn’t want to.
Tony’s next words were muffled. “I bet you can take it though. I know how long you can hold your breath, so I might as well get comfortable.”
Then Tony started bouncing. It was gentle at first and probably would have gone unnoticed if it weren’t for plushness of the bed, but then it got more vigorous. Tony moaned. He was pleasuring himself on top of Steve!
Steve wiggled under Tony, wanting to feel like he was taking part in this in some way. He hadn’t really gotten to touch Tony at all tonight.
“You know, I think this would be a lot more fun without these,” Tony said, lifting up his ass, Steve gasped for air.
Tony shifted back, legs in the air, pulling his red leather thong down his thighs, while seated on Steve’s chest, before kicking them across the room. The whole maneuver gave Steve an up close and personal view of Tony’s dick and balls, but not as close as a moment later when Tony returned to Steve’s face. It was all bare skin touching bare skin now. Steve’s mouth was on Tony’s ass, his nose pressed into his taint, his eyes covered by Tony’s balls.
Then Tony yanked on the chain attached to Steve’s nipples. White hot sensation coursed through his body and Steve couldn’t help it, he bucked. Tony rode his face like Steve was a bronco, but it didn’t matter as the chains holding Steve’s cuffs together finally snapped.
Pushing up, onto his knees, Tony twisted around to look at the damage. “Well, would you look at that? You broke my toy.”
Gulping air, Steve didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. He just laid there, splayed out like a star.
“I think you’re going to have to make it up to me.”
“Anything,” Steve promised.
Tony got up, walked over to the table, and picked something up. It was only when Tony came back to the bed, that Steve could see it was the long leather leash Steve had seen before. Tony clipped it to a ring on Steve’s collar.
The lead tugged Steve into a sitting position as Tony backed away. He doled out more of its length each step he took, before finally settling himself back on the chair in the same position he had before. Steve swayed on top of the bed, sitting up on his knees, but not quite able to move further.
Then Tony jerked the leash toward him. “Come on then. You’ve got work to do.”
Steve wobbled, but managed to get on his feet. However, before he could even take a step, Tony stopped him.
“Uh-uh. You’ve got to crawl.”
The thought of it made Steve’s stomach flip. Something about physically lowering himself for Tony, crawling on the ground toward him, made his whole body tingle. He didn’t move.
Tony didn’t stop pulling. “You called yourself a soldier this morning. You ‘sir, yes, sir’-ed me earlier, but you know what I think?”
The world slowed. Steve held his breath, waiting to hear what Tony was going to say.
“I think you’re really just a dog, waiting for orders from his master. You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”
Steve fell to his hands and knees. He crawled towards Tony, pulled along by something more powerful than any lead.
“Now, why don’t you be a good dog and lick this for me?” Tony said, pointing to his cock.
Tongue extended, Steve fell on Tony’s cock with gusto. Finally, something he could do, something he knew how to do. He’d given Tony more blow jobs than he could count.
First, he licked up the shaft, giving every inch attention. It tasted strongly of sweat and the artificial strawberry of Tony's favorite lube. Next, he popped the head in his mouth and swirled the tongue around the tip. That always made Tony shiver and this time was no different. Then he started working Tony’s cock deeper, bobbing his head before taking it down his throat until he was practically choking on it.
Shouting, Tony gave his enthusiastic approval, pressing Steve’s head further down onto his cock. He climaxed, emptying hot spurts of come down Steve’s throat.
Pulling out, Tony smiled and pet Steve. “See? You are a good boy. I should give you your reward.”
Steve barely had time to wonder what it would be before he felt something on his cock. It was Tony’s foot, pressing Steve’s erection against his stomach.
“My foot seems about just right for a dog,” Tony said, slyly. Steve shuddered.
Tony continued to bully Steve’s erection with his foot, moving it up and down Steve’s length. He captured the head between his toes and it felt better than it had any right to. The perfect amount of pressure and friction applied to where Steve was most sensitive. And then rapidly, it became too much. Steve came, splattering jizz all over his cock, stomach, and Tony’s foot. Steve collapsed, falling into Tony’s lap.
Tony carded his fingers through Steve’s hair. “So I take it you had a good time?”
Warmth spread throughout Steve’s limbs. He felt like he was floating. “Yeah, I did.”