Tigger warning: non con/ dub con. This fic does a rape scene in the first chapter, as well as dub con in the others. The dub con comes in because there is magical slavery in here, which, forcing his submission. See the end of the chapter for more details and the prompt I wrote this from.

Tony gives an internal shudder as he walks through the doors. He hates doing this. No matter how much it helps and no matter how many times he comes, he can never stop that first shudder. After that, he locks his emotions down. True emotions have no place here. People only need to see what they expect. And what these people expect is Arrogant, Playboy, Spoiled Brat Tony Stark TM. They can never know what he is really feeling.

"Ah Mr Stark," Rocco greets happily. Rocco isn't his real name of course. You don't go long in this business by using your real name. That's the stupidest move you can make. Or one of them, "Welcome," the man's mouth smiles, but his smile is vicious and his eyes greedy, "So glad you could make it."

Tony gives a shark smile in return. "What can I say my man. You know my tastes so well."

Rocco leers at him. "I certainly do," he leads Tony to the group of men gathered already, "We know our Mr Stark likes them young and gorgeous, don't we men?"

The groups laughs crudely.

"Every genius needs his quirks," Tony smirks right back at them.

"Yes, our Mr Stark likes to use them and pass them on for something fresh."

"Fresh is the best," he says, smirk growing.

"Ah, that it is. And speaking of which, I have a special specimen I have been saving just for you Mr Stark. I know how you like the real freaks."

"Exotic," Tony comments, "why buy a lion when I can come to you."

"No chance of your pretty face being eaten this way, eh?"

"Exactly."

Rocco leads Tony through the cages that are mostly empty right now. Some are filled, their occupants chained, drugged and naked. Most are curled into themselves. They watch with vacant eyes as they pass. One girl catches his eye. She can't be anymore than fourteen with pale skin and purple eyes. He takes a step closer to here, examining her. She whimpers as he does.

Tony notices the whip marks are her back. "Having some trouble controlling this one?" he asks idly.

Rocco joins him. The girl shrinks back more. "This little freak? She can control air. Killed three of my men bringing her in before they could inject her," he sneers at the girl.

"Elemental huh? Interesting," he speculates.

"Not near as interesting as the one I am about to show you," he leads them away, "But I'll tell you want. If you like this one, I'll throw in the girl to make a deal."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "Sounding confident are we?"

"As you said Mr Stark, I know your taste."

They stop, not at another cage, but at a small stage. The specimen, as Rocco put it, is already there. He is chained heavier than usual. Shackles connect both his triceps and wrists, pulling them tightly above his head. If he could, he would be on his tip toes. As his, both his feet and his thighs are chained to the floor, spread obscenely wide. No question as to why. A collar rests on his neck, with seemingly no other purpose but to look good.

Tony swallows. Also no question as to why this one is 'exotic'. His skin is a deep, gorgeous blue. Lines run all along his body in intriguing patterns. Small curved horns stick out of black wavy hair that comes down past his shoulders. Bright red eyes stare off into the distance, unfocused. Tony steps closer, but there is no reaction.

"What a prize, no?"

"What a prize indeed. How much is he on?"

"We had to give him three times the amount as usual. This one is particularly resistant to it," Rocco walks right up to him and runs a hand along his thigh. There is a slight tilt of his head and a soft noise around the red ball gag in his mouth. "It makes him extra pliable."

"How did you find it?"

"That's the lucky part! It was living in an abandoned warehouse. Easiest pick we ever had. It was so weak it barely put up a fight."

"Good thing too," Tony agrees, "It looks strong."

"That's why we have it tied up like we do."

"Really?" he wiggles his eyebrows, "I thought there was another purpose involved."

Rocco gives a hearty laugh. "Oh yes, there is another reason indeed. Have to make sure everyone can see the goods," he leers. "My boys even made these shackles especially for it. Normally you know I use regular silver ones. But this one," he moves his hand possessively up, "This one, I had gold ones made. It makes it more aesthetically pleasing."

"That is does," Tony agrees pleasantly. The gold does set of his dark blue skin quite nicely.

"So what do you say Mr Stark, are you interested?"

The specimen seems to jump at the sound of Tony's name. He obviously recognized it. Great.

"A fine thing like this? You know I am. How much are we talking here."

"Well now, you know I have a few other fine men who are interested in the exotic, but you are always my favorite Mr Stark, for you I'm going to make you a deal. Give me ten million and he's all yours."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "Ten million is it? That's a little high, even for you isn't it? How about five million. After all, you said yourself that this was such an easy find. Not cost to you surely."

"Only five? For this fine specimen," Rocco moves his hand farther up to fondle his cock and balls, "Surely you are not trying to rob me Mr Stark. I know some men who would not even question my ten."

"Ah, but they aren't your favorite now, are they? Who else gives you such good business. Now, I can see why you would think five is unreasonable. I'll give you six and remember, you promised the girl as well."

"And after all the trouble I had making sure no one else sampled it?" Rocco asks slyly.

Tony laughs. "Why Rocco, you do know my tastes. Seven then."

Rocco sighs as if he is sacrificing a great deal. "For you Mr Stark, I will go down to eight. That includes the girl as well," he says, "and one other little thing."

"And what's that?" Tony inquires cautiously.

"Oh, nothing like that. We would just like a show before you leave. I did say this one was untested after all. We want to know how it rides, even if we can't be the ones sampling it."

Tony pretends to think about it before sighing. "You drive a hard bargain, but fine. Eight million for both of the specimens and a show to go with it."

Rocco shakes Tony's hand. "Always a pleasure doing business with you Mr Stark. I'll gather the men, no use moving it when it's tied up so pretty. Then we will leave you to yours." He walks away, back to the entrance of the building, leaving Tony alone.

He walks up to the mutant and runs his hands along his body, seemingly examining it. He jumps. "Shh," Tony whispers, quiet enough that the cameras can't hear him, "I have to do this, but I'll get you out of here soon."

He whimpers.

"I know. I need you to relax."

He trembles.

"Shh," he runs a hand softly down his back, "I know, but this is the only way." He continues to run a hand along his back, hoping it helps some, but knowing nothing is going to really help this situation. Kindness is sometimes just another cruelty. He hears footsteps approaching and looks up.

"Starting without us?" Rocco smirks.

"I would never," Tony mocks back, "I was just getting acquainted before I began."

The men gathered there all laugh.

Tony begins to touch the mutant again, only this time in a decisively sexual manner. He starts at the throat, moving his hand down over the collar to his collar bones. He steps around and gives one a quick lick. The mutant startles. The men laugh. Running his hands up and down his sides, goose bumps form in his wake. Sensitive. Raking his nails gently across skin provides another shiver. He runs his hands down to strong thighs next, scratching softly at the lined skin. Apparently it is just as tender as any other human because he starts to scrim under the touch.

He traces lines back up to his nipples, playing with them. The noises he makes are soft and aroused now. Tony can tell he likes it because his cock is growing hard. He trails his hands back down again, avoiding his cock, but playing with his balls instead. That gets a jerk of the hips and a long whine. Tony continues until there is another jerk, then he moves his hand up to play with the crown on the cock. The mutant is panting around the gag now. Drool drips from his chin and down his torso. It looks as if it is going through a maze, running along the lines of his body.

Individually, the lines are sensitive as well, Tony finds out when he traces one up to his nipples again. He gives a sharp tug to one of them that draws out a sharp gasp. As one hand continues to play with his nipples, the other moves down to his ass.

It is nice and full and firm under Tony's hand. He let's his hand roam over it before sliding between his cheeks. There is no need to part them much because of the position he is in. Gently he runs a finger over the hole. The mutant jumps as far as he is able to and shakes his head. Tony does it again and again and again. All the while he plays with a nipple, then his balls, then the perineum and back again.

Casually, so none of the others notice, he adds lube to his fingers. Then he slips a finger inside. It is tight and cool, not at all what he was expecting. Normally this is the hottest part of the process. He moves his finger in and out as the mutant shakes his head and gasps. He can't get away from his fingers, no matter how he tries. Tony adds another and there is a long, high cry. He spreads his fingers, searching. When there is a violent jerk of his hips, Tony grins. Found it.

Tony continues the stretching, occasionally playing with the prostate under his fingers. The mutant is much more responsive now, as is the crowd in front of him. His own cock aches within the confines of his trousers. He unzips it with a sigh of relief before pulling it out and thrusting it in the stretched hole all in one go.

The mutant screams. Tony sets a fast pace, leaving no time for the body in front of him to adjust. He moves in and out in strong strokes, skin slapping skin each time he pushes in fully. His movements rock them both back and forth. Tony gripping his hips tightly. Then he reaches around with one hand and strokes the cock in time with his own thrusts.

He can hear the mutant sobbing now and the men jeering, but he ignores them. This has nothing to do with them. All he needs to focus on is the tight coolness around him, writhing under his touch. The coolness is just enough that is stops him from reaching his release too soon. Then there is a loud cry and Tony's hand feels the cool wetness of come.

As the mutant rides through his orgasm, he claps around Tony, triggering his own. He comes with a loud grunt, holding hips in place so he comes into the hole. When he pulls out, semen runs down the mutants leg in another contrast of color.

Tony tucks himself away and steps down off the stage. Rocco claps. "Very well Mr Stark, we all know what we are missing now. Any chances you might be persuaded to share?"

"Sorry Rocco, I never was good at sharing. It comes with the title of only child."

"Especially one as rich as you eh? Oh well. One can only hope. Come into the office while my boys prepare your specimens for you." They walk away, taking a turn at another corner instead of going towards the front. When they arrive, Rocco pulls out another cuff. "Now we can agree that that is one special freak, yes?"

"Of course we can, I'm paying eight million for it."

"Oh Mr Stark," Rocco laughs, "as if that is not pocket change for you. But no, the price is not the point. I am aware that you like to use your freaks for a little while and then pass them on to someone else, But I'm not sure I feel right about you doing that to the blue freak."

"Oh?" he raises an eyebrow at the man.

"Yes," he nods, "A man such as yourself needs a permanent freak to take care of your needs. Not to say you can't always come back for more," he adds, "but you need a full time freak and this is just the one to keep."

"And how do you suppose that?"

"The shackles my boys made for it? It's not only the color that varies, it's the controlling properties as well. The standard shackles make them docile and suppress their powers, mimicking our drugs. These ones do more than that. With this cuff," he shows it off, "an owner can have complete control over their freak. It allows you have the perfect slave."

"Really now? That is quite the accomplishment."

"Indeed it is. And because it is, I'm going to save it for the special ones. It's more expensive to make, but the cost is worth it. As long as you wear this cuff, you have complete control over everything it does."

"Everything huh? And what else? I can see a master showman when I see one. There's another special feature isn't there?"

Rocco's smirk grows. "Yes there is. This is a permanent cuff. Once someone puts it on, they own the freak for life."

"Ah, so this is why I have bought the perfect freak," Tony draws, "You already had all of this planned out," he accuses lightly.

Rocco spreads his hands, "What can I say? I want to make sure my best customer is well satisfied."

"And you aren't afraid that I won't come back if I am finally satisfied with this freak?"

"A man such as yourself? Oh no, not at all Mr Stark, not at all. Now, do we have a deal still?"

"As if I could refuse."

"Then I insist I see you put the cuff on, then you are free to go and enjoy," he leers.

Tony leers right back. "Naturally." He shrugs the jacket off and unbuttons the shirt enough to free his arm. He slips the cuff on his tricep and puts his suit back in order. The metal is cool, but it seems to burn against his skin.

"The usual form of payment Mr Stark?"

"The money is being transferred as we speak."

"Good and the usual form of transportation?"

"My driver will be loading them in the limo as soon as your boys do their job."

"Always a pleasure doing business with you Mr Stark."

"You as well Rocco. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something I need to do."

The other man smirks. "I am sure you do. Feel free to bring the freak back for another show next time you come," he adds, lust dancing in his eyes.

Tony just smirks at the man and walks out of the building. Happy is waiting for him, as was to be expected. "Mr Stark," he greets, "everything is ready to go."

"Great, let's rock and roll then." He slides into his limo and closes the door. Happy wastes no time in leaving. Inside are the two mutants, chained up to prevent them from running. The blue mutant is still too drugged up to be much aware of anything, so Tony feels safe with starting with the girl first.

But first, he removes that damn ball gag from his mouth. It comes away with strands of spit. He doesn't close it all the way. Shit. Slowly he reaches out and rubs his jaw line. No sign of damage that he can feel. They probably just had it in too long then. Assholes. He notes with disgust that his come is dried on the mutants leg. Fuck.

He has to take a deep breath so he doesn't throw up. He still has a job to do, no time for breakdowns. The girl is curled into a corner, watching him with wide, scared eyes. They seem to glow with trapped power. He stops outside of touching distance and sits down. "I know that you aren't going to believe me yet, but it's going to be alright."

She doesn't respond.

"You are safe now. I'm not going to hurt you."

Silence.

"Have you ever heard of Charles Xavier."

A flicker of recognition.

"I'm taking you to his school now. You'll be safe there. Charles is a kind man, he won't let anyone hurt you again."

She continues to stare. "If I unchain you, will you attack me?"

"The sunset," she whispers.

Tony smiles gently at her, "Bleeds red and gold, good. I wasn't sure if you knew or not."

"The Protector," she whispers reverently.

Tony grimaces, but doesn't disagree. Yes, that is the nickname they gave him, but he never feels as if he deserves it. Coming out of that place, he always feels dirty. Especially if he has to 'put on a show'. Yes, he gets them out, but not without another issue to deal with. But he doesn't disagree because the name is helpful. It calms them down and lets him help them before he gets them to safety.

He slowly approaches her, careful not to make any sudden movements. Gently he unlocks the chains, allowing her to sit up. She does with a wince. Tony offers he a water bottle. "Sip slowly," he says, "you don't want to get sick. Once you are at the school, they can get you something to eat." He watches closely as she finishes the water and then lays down. He covers her up, careful to avoid her back. She falls asleep right away.

When he turns to his other mutant, Tony finds he is watching him, eyes more alert than before. Fear and curiosity are the two emotions that dominate his eyes. Tony moves over to him, staying well out of touching range this time. The last thing he needs is to trigger him.

"Feeling better?" he asks, even when he knows it's a stupid question. Nothing is going to be better for them, until they are safe and far way from both that place and him.

He doesn't so much as blink at Tony. Super. To be expected, but super nonetheless.

"Are you too sore from earlier?" Thank fuck the girl is already sleeping. She doesn't need to hear this conversation.

He shakes his head.

Tony sighs. "I have water, cleaning supplies and painkillers. Would you like any of them?"

There is a long pause before there is a slight nod of the head. "Can I unchain you as well?"

Another long pause before consent. Tony moves carefully as he unlocks the chains. He can feel the mutant tremble as he does. He sets the box of supplies next to him and moves back out of range. Slowly he opens a bottle and drinks. The gold shackles flash in the light and Tony hopes to god they are able to take them off. He doesn't know what he is going to do if he can't. The last thing he needs his 'his own freak' following him around. That would mean Pepper would find out what he does and she would skin him alive. Out of the three people he trusts, only Happy knows what he is doing. It's safer that way.

Tony looks away as he begins cleaning himself. Shame pulls in his stomach, but he ignores it for now. This isn't about him. "I don't suppose you want to sleep, do you?"

A shake of the head.

Also to be expected. The younger ones always trust him more than the older ones. He can't tell how old the mutant is in front of him, but he's definitely no teenager. He glances over at the girl to make sure she is still sleeping peacefully. She is. The younger ones always seem to have the most innocence, even after being through the warehouse. Not that Tony imagines they will ever be innocent again, after that place. He has seen so many of them. So many lives destroyed because of human nature. Sickening.

"Any chance I can get a name?" he asks when he turns back around.

No.

Right. "Well in that case, I'm calling you the totally original name Avatar, until I have something better."

No response to his admittedly lame joke. But Tony's completely serious about the name. He has to call the mutant something that isn't demeaning like 'freak' or 'it'. Tony wants to curl his lips in disgust. As if mutant weren't people, but things. Creatures. Lesser forms of beings.

Disgusting.

There's no more talking the rest of the trip. Not that there was much to begin with. Happy changes cars once and Tony helps the young air bender, who he is totally calling Aang, into the seat, while Avatar moves by himself.

Aang giggles the first time he calls her that, which was the point. He gives her more water and she cautiously takes the painkillers before falling back asleep.

Tony is relieved when the school comes into view. It's almost over. He wakes Aang up and she looks out the window with excitement. There is the usual party waiting for them. In front is Charles, Jean, Cyclops and Storm. Off to the side is Erik and Mystique.

'Hello old friend', Charles greets in his head, 'how did it go?'

While Tony let's Charles view the day, he brings Aang over to Erik. "He may look grumpy," Tony reassures her, "but he's here to help. He's the one who can remove your shackles. All you have to do is stay still. Alright?"

She nods and within seconds the shackles fall to the ground. She smiles happily and Jean ushers her over to the main group. With a quick hug to Tony, she goes. Tony gives Erik a look before he turns to get Avatar. His life is bizarre. Not even becoming Iron Man tops the oddness of this.

"Come on," Tony tells Avatar, "Mr Fashionable over there is going to help with the shackles." Hopefully he doesn't add.

Erik takes one good look at the shackles and frowns. Shit. Mystique is blatantly looking Avatar over. She is sans clothes as usual, blue skin bright in the sunlight. Maybe they are related somehow? Does those kind of looks run in the family? Or is it just the gene itself.

And then Erik says the one thing Tony was dreading. "I cannot remove the shackles."

Fuck.

"What do you mean? They're metal aren't they?"

"Yes, but they are more than that. There is some interference that I have never felt before."

Shit. "There's no way you could even slice them?"

"No, there is no response when I use my power. It is like trying to control plastic. It has no effect."

"Asshole said they were specially designed for complete obedience," he admits, "Would that have something to do with it?" He lets Erik examine the cuff on his arm. He runs a hand around the length of it and growls.

"There is more here than metal. I know your opinion on the subject, but I am sure that magic is somehow involved in this."

Tony lets out a sigh. "Fan-fucking-tastic," he mutters, "Any chance you can crack it?"

Erik shakes his head regretfully. Tony knows that is real emotion because, while Erik hates humanity, he would do anything for a mutant in need. Even work with another human and Charles. Tony hands him a flash drive, "Here's the info."

"Not saving it for Charles?" he draws.

"Charles knows everything already, you know that. Besides, I'm not feeling particularly charitable right now," he grimaces.

"We will hit their labs," he promises.

Tony nods, "Good." He turns towards Avatar, who is watching this exchange with narrow eyes. "Would you like to go with Erik?" he asks, "I assume there has to be a distance range on this damn thing. You'd be safe from me then."

"Wouldn't it have a range limit, to keep him from running, if there is magic?" Mystique asks.

Tony shrugs. "I'm not sure. I'm willing to test it. Although I would assume that whoever is the 'owner'," he air quotes, "just commands them to stay near him or whatever." He turns towards Avatar again. "Your choice. You could stay with Charles as well. Either one will treat you right."

Avatar, instead of picking one of the two, drops to his knees and presses his head to the ground. "Please do not leave me Master," he says.

Tony stares down at him blankly for a moment before fully processing how potentially fucked he is. "I'm not your Master," he tells the kneeling mutant, "I have no desire to enslave you. I want you to be free."

"Please Master, I only want to please you."

"It would please me greatly if you were free," Tony answers, hoping that will get the message through. It doesn't. Avatar whines and moves so his head is on Tony's shoe. Okay then, new strategy. "Okay, first of all, stand up," he commands.

Avatar stands, head down, legs spread and hands behind his back. The perfect little submissive. He looks over at the other two mutants for... something. An idea, a solution, something.

"Magic," Mystique shrugs.

Well that's less than useful.

"If I may," Charles enters the conversation.

"Sure," Tony grants.

"I believe that shackles bound him more to you than you first realized. Now that the drugs are mostly gone from his system, the desire to serve you is much clearer in his mind. He is compelled to do so."

Tony controls the urge to vomit. This is not want he wanted. This is not what he signed up for. He does this so he can get the kids and go. They either join Charles or Erik, who will help them recover. Sure, they are fond of him, but he isn't involved in the actual recovery process. He just rescues them. He doesn't stick around for the trauma to set in.

He sees Erik nod to him out of the corner of his eye as he and Mystique leave. They are never very comfortable around Charles. There is a history there that Tony really doesn't want to think about. Chances are it involves sex. Or it should have. Either way, not the mental image he wants.

"So now I have a slave?" Tony asks, sounding slightly panicked, "isn't there something you can do?" The problem is in his mind after all.

But Charles shakes his head. "He is compelled through an outside force. I do believe the correct assumption here is magic. You will have to remove the force before you can even begin to free him. Until then, I am afraid you are correct. You now have a slave."

Tony closes his eyes. This is not want he wants. This is not what he wants at all.

'I would help if I could, but I am afraid I would just make things worse. His desire to serve you overrides everything else,' Charles informs him softly in his mind. 'Whoever made these shackles knew what they were doing. You're best chance is asking Dr Strange for assistance. I can contact him if you need me to.'

'Stephen and I are friends, I can text him later.'

'Very well.'

"Master," Avatar's voice interrupts, "have I displeased you?"

"No," Tony says firmly, "nothing right now is your fault. I am simply adjusting to the situation." No, it's not Avatar's fault. It's Tony's. Tony was the one who bought him. Tony was the one who put the at damn cuff on. Tony was the one who got him into this position, not him.

'And if not you, another, less moral man.' Charles gently reminds him.

'Is that suppose to help?'

'Yes, but it never does.'

"I will be good Master," Avatar promises, "I will make you proud."

And god, if the desperate longing him his voice doesn't make Tony's nonexistent heart break. The desire to be a good boy. Isn't that a familiar longing? Tony steps forward and, almost as if on instinct, runs a hand through Avatar's hair. "You're already a good boy. You're being a very good boy for me."

"I am?" he sounds surprised.

"Yes, a very good boy. You've done everything I've asked of you so far. Very good," he emphasizes.

Avatar practically purrs under his touch. It puts Tony in mind of one of his girlfriends long ago. He swore she was part cat. He takes a deep breath and keeps stroking. Time to remember those lessons from so long ago. He's had a few partners over the years that were into D/s. He had read up on the subject to make sure he never hurt anyone. He's played both parts too, so he knows at least the basics of both roles. He's going to have to refresh some of that information if this is going to work. Not that he wants to turn Avatar into a sex slave, but if he has the need to please him...

This is going to end badly, Tony can already see it.

Prompt from frostiron kinkmeme on tumblr: Tony bids for Jotunn!Loki at a mutant slave auction, not knowing who he is. Up to writer if it's dark!Tony - he thoroughly uses Loki as a sex slave, or ambiguous!Tony - he was at the auction for whatever other reason, didn't think he would buy a slave and isn't going to treat Loki as one but can't release him for reasons. Either way, much love if you can give some love and angst to Loki's Jotunn form, have a slow build relationship and a happy ending.

The rape scene in this chapter is between Tony/Loki but Tony is forced into it as much as Loki, even if it doesn't seem like it at first. The dub con is because Loki is magically bound to Tony and forced to serve him.

I tried to stay true to the prompt, but I think it got away from me, a bit. For one thing, definitely porn with plot and not pwp. For another, where the hell did this back story come from? Like, I don't actually write X-Men because my knowledge comes from Fox movies and not the comics. Seriously. That and I worry Tony is too mature in this fic. Plus all the sex scenes I wrote when I've basically only done it twice before... Yeah, it might actually be a mess.