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"Skip school today, put on something elegant, and meet me at the office," was the first thing Peter heard on a Tuesday morning, about a week after the night he’d spent with Daisy.
"Good morning to you too," Peter replied sarcastically. "Do you know what time it is? It’s still dark outside. Don’t you ever sleep?"
"Early bird catches the worm, kid. I slept three hours last night and I’m fresh as a daisy," Tony assured him from the other end of the phone line while Peter stifled a yawn… he was definitely not a morning person.
"Well, good for you. I’m going back to sleep," he announced, which drew an irritated noise from the eccentric billionaire who had taken him under his wing.
"You’re not even going to ask why I want you to skip school, Peter? I have to say I’m disappointed," the man scolded, making Peter sigh.
"Fine, what is it about?" Peter asked, his voice still sleepy but curious. You could say a lot of things about Tony, but you couldn’t say his “surprises” weren’t fun… at least more fun than spending eight hours at school.
"Ah, ah. If you want to find out, you need to be here in an hour, dressed nicely, no excuses," Tony told him. "You’ve got half an hour to get ready. I’m sending a car to pick you up."
"If Aunt May finds out I skipped school, I’m blaming you," he warned, already getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom, phone still pressed to his ear.
"Good, I’d love to have a nice long face-to-face chat with your aunt, if you know what I mean," the goateed billionaire shot back, making Peter choke in surprise.
"Tony, that’s my aunt you’re talking about," Peter exclaimed… it was one thing to hear Tony talk about his old flames, but another to hear him talk like that about his aunt.
"Tsk, like we’re not going to end up seducing her together sooner or later anyway. Your aunt is a total bombshell," his mentor replied, making Peter shake his head. "I’ll let you get ready now. Don’t waste time."
Peter didn’t even have time to reply—neither to the outrageous claim that they would eventually seduce his aunt together (he did not find the idea attractive, no sir, not even a little… and the fact that he was getting hard just thinking about it had absolutely nothing to do with it) nor to yet another attempt to rush him.
The dark-haired boy took exactly thirteen and a half minutes to shower with cold water (he needed it to calm himself down), brush his teeth, fix his hair, and put on the most elegant suit he owned—the one Aunt May had bought in anticipation of the usual end-of-year dance.
It would probably still look ridiculous if Tony took him to one of the events that, as a rich billionaire and head of an industry, he usually attended, but it was better than nothing, right?
Despite himself, Peter had to admit he was excited to find out what Tony had in store for him that day… after all, the last few times the wealthy billionaire had surprised him, he’d ended up losing his virginity to Helen Cho and then having a threesome with Tony and Pepper.
He was so eager that he even skipped breakfast, the anticipation and desire to reach Tony and see what they would do that day too strong. He went straight to the coat rack, grabbed his jacket and hat, and slipped his keys into his pocket.
The last thing he did before leaving was leave a note for Aunt May on the door, telling her he had gone out early without specifying where, even though it was likely May would easily discover he hadn’t gone to school… damn electronic register.
The car ride to Stark Industries was much shorter than usual, probably because at five in the morning there was none of the usual New York traffic… though that didn’t mean the city was empty, of course. After all, this was the city that never sleeps.
It was so early that even the massive Stark Industries building, usually buzzing with people and activity, was deserted, except for the security guards. One of them approached him the moment he walked in, eyeing him a little suspiciously.
"Hello," Peter greeted respectfully. "I’m Peter Parker. Mr. Stark told me to meet him here… I assume he’s in his office?"
"Of course, Mr. Parker. Mr. Stark said he was expecting you. Go right in," the guard replied, his expression softening once he realized Peter wasn’t a threat. Peter didn’t need to be told twice and headed straight for the elevator.
After an elevator ride accompanied by 70s music (not exactly Peter’s style, to be honest—he preferred modern alternative rock), he reached the penthouse. At least the elevator was fast.
"There you are, finally," Tony said. He was also dressed to the nines. "Not bad. Nice suit. Did you buy it for the school play?"
"Very funny," Peter answered dryly. The fact that they could tease each other like this showed how far their relationship had come; Peter no longer felt any reverential awe toward his mentor. "It was for the end-of-year ball, for your information."
"Of course it was," Tony chuckled. "Well, it’ll do for what we need, I suppose… go to the bathroom if you have to, because we’re about to leave. We’ve got a nice flight ahead of us."
"Leave? Leave for where, sorry?" Peter asked, confused. He had imagined they would go to some event, but flying? Where the hell was Tony taking him?
"We’re killing two birds with one stone, my dear apprentice," Tony explained with satisfaction. "You’re not just my heir when it comes to the women we take to bed. You’re also the one I want to take over Stark Industries from me when I step down, which is why I need to introduce you to your future employees."
"Wait, what?" Peter exclaimed, staring at Tony with his mouth open. He had to be dreaming… in five minutes the phone alarm would go off and he’d have to get ready for school.
"You heard me right. I’m going to introduce you in your new role as my vice president, until you learn enough to have your own division," Tony continued, stunning him even more. "And once that’s done… well, we’ll have some fun with an old friend, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise."
Okay, this was definitely not what Peter had expected when the phone woke him up that morning, but… well, wow.
You know that feeling a kid gets the first time they’re taken to an amusement park? The rush you feel when you climb onto a ride, the thrill of plunging down a roller coaster, or the spray of water when your log boat shoots over the waterfall?
That was exactly the feeling Peter had after spending five minutes at the “seventy-eighth gathering of the esteemed scientists of Stark Industries.”
The room was full of people Peter had only ever seen on television as experts in their fields or whose essays and interviews he’d read in the papers… and now he wasn’t just seeing them—he was being personally introduced by Tony.
Peter found himself shaking hand after hand—young and old, men and women, and even a few people who didn’t seem entirely human… not one hundred percent, anyway.
“This is Peter Parker,” the goateed billionaire announced proudly as he presented him to each person. “You’ll be seeing a lot of him over the next few years.”
The realization that Tony had chosen him for something bigger than just being his heir in the conquest of sexy women around the world was a huge responsibility, but it also warmed his heart.
It took a certain level of trust to hand such an important role to someone as young as him, and knowing that a man like Tony Stark was willing to give him that trust did wonders for Peter’s self-confidence.
Once the novelty of his presence wore off and Peter started to feel a little more comfortable (well, comfortable enough to grab a glass of orange juice, at least), he began wondering what the next step would be.
Tony had mentioned “an old friend” that morning, and Peter couldn’t help being curious about who it might be. Knowing Tony, it could be a superhero in disguise, a Nobel Prize winner, or a supermodel.
“You know you could have grabbed something stronger, right?” Tony’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “No one would have said a word if you did.”
“It wouldn’t be right,” Peter protested. “I have to set a good example. You did introduce me as your heir, after all.”
“Which is exactly why you can do whatever you want,” Tony replied, making Peter raise an eyebrow at him. The two stared at each other for about thirty seconds before the billionaire shook his head. “You’re hopeless… come with me. I want to introduce you to someone.”
“Yeah, because you haven’t introduced me to anyone yet,” Peter said sarcastically, though he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face. He was having the time of his life, he had to admit.
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it, Parker,” Tony scolded him good-naturedly. “And trust me, you’re going to be very happy to meet this particular person.”
With his usual effortless skill, Tony steered him through the dozens of people milling around the absurdly large hall… you could change cities, but some things stayed exactly the same no matter where you went.
After what felt like a full trek across a sea of people, the two finally reached their destination, not far from the drinks table. Three people dressed to the nines were deep in conversation. Two were elderly men arguing animatedly; the third… well, the third was simply breathtaking, and Peter recognized her instantly.
“My apologies, gentlemen,” Tony said amiably. “But I’m going to have to steal our lovely doctor here for a bit… I’d like to introduce her to my young heir, you see.”
Without even waiting for a reply from the men—not that he needed one—the doctor excused herself with a smile and followed him and Tony to a slightly more private corner of the room.
“I was starting to wonder if I’d see you today, Tony. You looked pretty busy introducing the boy to every living soul in this room,” she began, flashing a sweet smile that showed teeth as white as milk.
“I think I introduced him to a few dead ones too, to be honest,” Tony joked back, the goateed billionaire grinning. “Someone should tell Prescott he’s still alive—he doesn’t even seem to notice when someone’s talking to him… Anyway, may I introduce you to my future heir, Peter Parker?”
“Mr. Parker, a pleasure,” the doctor said, extending her hand. Instead of shaking it, Peter bent down and kissed the back of it in an old-fashioned, almost nineteenth-century way. “Oh, a gentleman, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s his thing. No matter how hard I try to break him of it,” Tony said, shaking his head with mock disappointment.
“Maybe you should learn a thing or two from him, then, Tony,” she chuckled. “Well, Peter… I can call you Peter, right? I’m sure you already know who I am, but for the sake of politeness, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Dr. Jane Foster. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Peter said, staring at one of his idols—one of the most famous scientists in the world. “And yes, please call me Peter… or whatever you’d like, Dr. Foster.”
“Peter will be fine,” Dr. Foster chuckled. “In return, though, you can call me Jane… From what Tony’s told me, you and I are going to get to know each other very well, very soon.”
“How much exactly did Tony tell you, Jane?” Peter asked, glancing at the older man, who was enjoying a glass of who-knows-what with an unrepentant smirk.
“Enough to know it’s going to be a lot of fun working with you… and under you,” she said the last words with a mischievous little smile. “Why don’t the three of us slip away somewhere private? I have a feeling we have quite a bit to… discuss.”
And who was Peter to say no?
"Wow," Peter said for what felt like the hundredth time since the plane had landed in Miami after a three-hour flight. This was a life he was nowhere near used to… and it was fantastic. Really fantastic.
"You like it? It’s not the first time we’ve come here," Jane said, pointing with her finger toward the glass floor beneath them.
The two of them had led Peter to the elevator and taken him up to the fifteenth floor—the top floor—of what looked like some kind of office suite.
What had really caught Peter’s attention more than anything was the huge glass section of the floor that looked straight down to the level below.
"It’s… picturesque, I guess," Peter replied, glancing at the other two people in the room. It was, in fact… not exactly his style, but totally Tony’s? Yeah, that made sense.
"We usually only use this office for fucking," Tony admitted with a laugh, leaning against the wall with a glass in his hand. "It’s nice to feel like the king of the world, screwing while you can watch everyone underneath you… and they can’t see you."
"You come here every year? You know… for the reunion and all that?" Peter asked curiously. Just a month earlier, hearing someone talk about sex so casually would have made Peter blush like a tomato… the fact that it didn’t faze him at all now showed how much he’d grown since that first time.
"Yeah, we usually do," Tony confirmed. "Mostly because I like hitting the beach once we’re done… the women in Miami wear bikinis that are straight out of a dream, let me tell you," the goateed billionaire added with a wink.
"You think Miami women are superior, Tony?" Jane cut in, her voice mock-offended. "Well then, we need to prove the true worth of us New Yorkers… what do you think, Spider-Man?"
"Should I be surprised that you know?" Peter asked with a sigh, raising an eyebrow at both of them.
"No, you really shouldn’t," Jane shot back with an unrepentant grin. "I’ve slept with a god, Peter. I’ve studied things that make that kind of knowledge look like child’s play… and there was no way Tony Stark would get that interested in a normal person. No offense."
"None taken," he reassured her, before continuing. "So… how did you two meet, if I’m not being too nosy?" Peter asked, wanting to understand the situation a bit before diving into whatever challenge Jane clearly had planned for him.
"Well, Jane fucked a god," Tony answered dryly, smirking like that explained everything.
"What Tony means is that the fact I slept with Thor made sure that when the Avengers formed, Tony found out I existed," Jane explained, shooting an unimpressed look at Tony, who was busy chuckling. "After the whole Aether mess was over and Thor went back to Asgard, Tony offered me a job… which came with quite a few unwritten perks in the contract."
"Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy fucking me and Pepper," Tony teased, making her smile just a little.
"Of course not… but that was thanks to Pepper, not you," she replied, winking at him almost provocatively. Oh, Jane Foster knew exactly what she was doing.
"You’re a bold one," Peter said, making her smile proudly… yeah, bold was the perfect word for her. "Why don’t you show us why the God of Thunder wanted to fuck you, then?"
"Maybe you really do have a bit of Tony in you after all," Jane chuckled, looking at him with a spark in her eyes that looked both excited and… calculating?
"On that note, I want to run a little test," Jane declared. "I am a scientist, after all, aren’t I? I want… to compare your abilities."
"If I’d known I was going to be the lab rat for an experiment I would’ve stayed downstairs with my martini," Tony said with dry irony, while Peter looked at the astrophysicist with a raised eyebrow.
"Even the best have to take part… and don’t tell me you’re not interested," Jane goaded him with a little smirk as she started unbuttoning her blouse with a sensual smile.
Peter didn’t know about her skills yet, but looking at Jane’s body, he could definitely understand why a god would want to fuck her… Jane Foster was divine. Nice pun, right?
"The floor is yours, then, Dr. Foster," Tony said in a pompous voice, already stripping out of his clothes just like the astrophysicist had moments earlier.
"Alright… each of you gets five minutes to fuck me and make me come, while the other gets a blowjob or a handjob from me. Then you switch," Jane said confidently. "Whoever gives me more orgasms wins the challenge."
Jane Foster was biting off more than she could chew, if you asked Peter. Judging by how they had almost broken Pepper together, it was highly unlikely the good doctor would be leaving the room on her own two legs. But hey, if she was so sure she could challenge them like this, she was about to get a very thorough lesson.
"Alright then… who’s first?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at his mentor. A silent conversation passed between the two of them; without a single word, they agreed on one very clear goal: fuck Jane so hard and so well that they turned her brain into mush. Yeah, this was right up Peter’s alley.
"I’ll take the honor… I am the host right now, after all, aren’t I?" Tony asked rhetorically. "And Peter… remember last time?"
"Of course," Peter answered… how could he forget the threesome with Pepper? It had been, hands down, the hottest sexual experience of his life so far… Pepper Potts really was one of a kind.
"Well… double it, hmm?" Tony urged him, and it was immediately clear to Peter what he meant. He wanted him to go even harder, to fuck her more relentlessly, without mercy? Oh, he was absolutely down for that.
It was time to show Jane Foster exactly why you don’t challenge two superheroes.
All in all, it was a pretty good time in Tony Stark’s life. Ever since the clash in Siberia, things had settled back down into calm.
Sure, the way everything had ended between him and Steve still weighed on him, but it was the only dark cloud over an otherwise very positive chapter.
Things with Pepper were going great, as usual. Business was booming—the Stark Industries stock kept climbing day after day—and he had even found his heir, a kid he’d been having a hell of a lot of fun with for the past month or so.
Peter Parker had more than lived up to Tony’s expectations. First of all, he was a good kid; Tony had already known that. But he also had a dominant streak strong enough to seduce women older and far more experienced than him once he shook off that shy-boy exterior he usually wore.
That was exactly why Tony had sent him out into the world so many times, chasing new experiences. He didn’t just want Peter to become like him—he wanted him to become a better version of him. And for that, the kid had to walk on his own two feet.
The seduction of his classmate Betty Brant hadn’t surprised Tony much. There was no way an eighteen-year-old girl Peter’s age could resist him.
But finding out Peter had seduced Quake and actually slept with her? Yeah, Tony had to admit the kid had pleasantly surprised him. He was moving faster than even Tony had expected.
Maybe, in the very near future, they could… raise the stakes a little. But for now, it was better to just enjoy what they already had.
The scientists’ reunion and Jane Foster had been Tony’s little reward for Peter. A way of showing him just how impressed he was with the kid’s growth and how absolutely certain he was that Peter was his heir.
Because saying it out loud in the office was one thing. Saying it in a room full of the people who would one day be Peter’s employees? That was something else entirely.
Tony had no doubt that Peter’s name would be all over the papers soon because of what he’d announced that day, but for now it was better to just enjoy the present… for both of them, obviously.
“Hmm,” Jane’s loud moan—muffled by Peter’s cock buried in her mouth—echoed through the room as Tony thrust into her, making him smile. Only thirty seconds of the five-minute timer had passed and the astrophysicist was already moaning.
“Hmm, somebody was a little too excited about the challenge, huh?” Tony chuckled, snapping his hips forward and drawing another moan from her. “How’s it going, Peter? She giving you a good blowjob?”
“I’m afraid the good doctor here is a little distracted,” Peter answered, sliding a hand through Jane’s hair. “She’s not putting her whole heart into it.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” Tony said, leaning forward close to Jane’s ear. “Come on, show him what you can do.”
“Hmm,” Jane murmured, though Tony wasn’t entirely sure she’d even heard him… For a bold woman who had challenged both of them so bravely, Jane had lost focus awfully fast. It would have been almost disappointing if it wasn’t so damn hot.
Tony, it went without saying, had always had extremely high self-confidence, to put it mildly. That was why it never got old watching women lose their minds over him and his cock—ever since his first time thirty years ago at a party when he was sixteen.
“Come on, Dr. Foster. If you want that bonus this year you’d better prove you deserve it,” Tony teased, sliding his right hand down to her ass and watching with pleasure as the skin began to redden.
“Yeah, now we’re talking,” Peter groaned, letting Tony know Jane had taken the order to heart. Good. It was only fair they both enjoyed themselves. “Let me give you a hand though, since you’re struggling.”
With that, Peter’s hand returned to Jane’s hair… and he started pushing her head up and down on his cock, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. Now that was hot.
“Give it to her, Parker. Show her where she belongs,” Tony chuckled, picking up the pace of his own thrusts, making sure he bottomed out inside Jane every time her lips met Peter’s pelvis, perfectly in sync.
He’d love to record this and show it to Pepper later, he thought. His fiancée would adore seeing Peter put Jane in her place… especially since Pepper was usually the one doing the putting. Someone was filling the gap nicely.
While he fucked the famous astrophysicist, Tony’s thoughts drifted, starting from the thought of Pepper. Should he find a girl for Peter?
A “young Pepper”—someone in love with Peter but also willing to share him with hot women? The answer was probably yes.
Tony wanted the best for Peter, his heir, and Pepper had been the best thing that had ever happened to him… so of course he wanted the same for the kid.
He’d have to think about it and maybe run it by Pepper too. Tony didn’t know many girls Peter’s age who were up to the task… actually, he didn’t know any.
The only twenty-somethings he knew were interns willing to do anything for a Stark Industries contract… or models chasing a little fame.
Definitely not the kind of women Tony would set on Peter’s path. You couldn’t trust someone whose only priority was herself.
As Tony mulled it over—his hips never stopping for even a second (he’d long since mastered multitasking, and besides, fucking always helped him think, clearing his head enough to focus on what really mattered)—Jane came hard, just like she always did.
One of the things Tony had always liked about Jane was the way she came: her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice while her whole body shook with pleasure.
And exactly three seconds after her orgasm, the phone timer went off, signaling it was time for Tony and Peter to switch.
Right on time, huh?
There were two Jane Fosters in this world. There was Jane the scientist-astrophysicist, of course. She was the one who went to conventions and conferences, studied new phenomena, and kept earning praise from the entire scientific community.
She was the Jane who had earned Tony Stark’s interest and the full support of Stark Industries for her experiments, after all (even if her gorgeous body had definitely helped in that department).
And then… well, then there was Jane Foster in the bedroom. If in the lab Jane was always ready to take charge, to lead the team assigned to her and give orders on what to do and how to do it, in the bedroom Jane was the exact opposite.
Jane was a submissive in bed, yes. Maybe the fact that she almost always sought out the most dominant people in the room had something to do with that preference, it had to be said.
The last three people she had fucked, after all, were Thor, the God of Thunder and future King of Asgard, Tony Stark, the rich billionaire in charge of one of the most important companies on the planet, and now… Spider-Man.
Jane hadn’t been surprised when Tony had confessed the real identity of his young protégé. As she had told Peter directly, with all due respect, there was no way Tony Stark would take such an interest in a normal guy, no matter how smart he was.
A lot of things made sense now… especially the fact that, right after what the papers called the Civil War, this young kid had shot straight to the top of Tony Stark’s list of favorites.
Even Jane would have had a soft spot for him if, at seventeen, he had gone up against Captain America just to do her a favor, when it came down to it.
But now, as Peter fucked her even better than Tony had just minutes earlier, Jane saw something else: she saw the potential in Peter Parker, the same way Tony had seen it.
It wasn’t just gratitude from the goateed billionaire toward a kid who had put himself at risk for him… Peter really did seem to have what it took to become the next Tony Stark.
After all, the requirements were few and simple: off-the-charts intelligence (and from what she’d heard, he had that), a passion for women (clearly present), and being very well-endowed (another resounding yes).
Add in the fact that Peter, as a superhero, was willing to put himself in danger for the sake of others, and it was obvious he was destined to be the new Tony… maybe even better than him.
But it wasn’t Jane’s job to speculate about his future. Her job right now was simply to enjoy what Peter Parker was giving her, while she tried her best to pleasure Tony even though her mind was currently being put through its paces by the overwhelming pleasure.
“Not so bold now, huh?” Tony asked, making her chuckle as she kissed the older man’s balls the way she knew he liked.
It had always been like this for her: she started off cocky and confident, shoulders back, and ended up with her eyes rolling to the back of her head from the sheer pleasure. Today was no different in that regard.
It didn’t take long for Jane to have to wave the white flag, of course. She had already come once from Tony, but a second? The second one brought her to her knees… both metaphorically and literally.
Jane went almost catatonic in the minutes that followed that second orgasm of the night—if possible even stronger than the first—her juices dripping onto the carpet.
So catatonic that she barely registered anything around her… at least until she felt a familiar warm sensation on her face and ass, a feeling she had experienced many times over the years but never both at once.
Both Peter and Tony, after satisfying her, had decided to… mark her? Yeah, that was probably the right word. They had marked her with their seed, covering her pale skin with their hot, creamy cum.
Other women might have complained, might have protested at what was a rather degrading treatment, but Jane… well, first of all Jane wasn’t exactly in any condition to do so, with her mind completely overloaded.
But even if she had been at one hundred percent, she wouldn’t have protested anyway. She loved that feeling, loved being covered in cum after sex, especially after a scorching-hot threesome like the one she had just experienced.
It felt like a reward for a job well done—even though she had done very little of the actual work. She had simply been there on all fours, taking two cocks in two of her hungry holes.
Who knew how it would feel if she took one in the third hole too? Maybe she would find out later.
Yes, because Jane Foster could already say it with absolute certainty… this would not be the last time she shared Peter Parker’s bed, just like she had been sharing Tony’s for years.
That was simply how things worked at Stark Industries if you were a good, beautiful employee, and Jane wasn’t just good and beautiful.
She was the best of them all.
Breaking into the house was almost too easy, especially for a girl with her skills, to be honest.
For a superhero, Peter Parker lived a surprisingly ordinary life—in a simple apartment, with a window that opened onto a fire escape. It was ridiculously easy to slip inside.
It was as if he was so certain none of his enemies knew his real identity that he could leave important things like his tech out in plain sight and still somehow keep them protected.
Maybe he had some extra security measures somewhere, but she wasn’t particularly interested. She hadn’t come to steal anything. She had come to… leave a message.
With a smile, she looked around, taking in the posters on the walls and the photos on the shelves. There was one with an older woman (a relative, maybe?) and another with Tony Stark.
Apparently Peter Parker and Tony Stark were really, really close, but that didn’t surprise her. It was part of the reason she was so interested in him, after all.
She walked over to the neatly made bed and left the letter right in the middle of it, perfectly visible to whoever walked in first… and she assumed that would be Peter.
The letter didn’t say anything special—just two words: “Let’s meet,” followed by a phone number. No signature. There was no need to leave any proof she had been there, even though no one would have been able to figure out who she was anyway.
That was the luxury of being someone who moved in the shadows. Know everyone else, but let no one know anything about you—that was her mantra, in a way.
With the same graceful skill she had used to get in, she slipped back out, her task complete, and quietly closed the window behind her.
Would Peter Parker accept the invitation?