Warnings for this chapter include: Statutory rape, exploitation/manipulation of a minor, humiliation, degradation, mind games, and blackmail.

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A ragged sounding moan was the only answer you recieved, but contrary to what he enunciated, Peter was alternating between thrusting up into the fist wrapped around his cock, and grinding back down into the fingers violating his asshole. He gave a soft sob of breath when you finally bottomed out with all three fingers for the first time, and a moaning whimper as you stimulated his prostate while slowly pulling back, only to let out a gasp when you immediately slammed your fingers back into him; repeating the process again and again, demonstrating exponentially less care and more speed each time.

His hands clenched open and shut, pulling as hard as he could against his restraints, as he measured his breathing in time with the quick push and drag of your fingers inside him. All he could manage was a slight rattle of the chain links before his weakened extremities simply gave out again. So instead he twisted his wrists until he could wrap his fingers around his metal bonds, the muscles of his forearms tensing and flexing each time your fingers bottomed out inside him.

The next time you heard him moan in response to your ministrations, you knew it was finally time to test the boy; see if Peter was ready to hand himself over to you fully. There were more than a few ways to manipulate someone, but having Parker ask you to take control was the best way to make sure it was both strong and long-lasting.

As you twisted your wrist, you slowed on the upstroke of Peters cock, easing off on pressure as you went, until your fingers just barely grazed over the head as you pulled away entirely. The response you were looking for was instantaneous, and you thought you'd have to work harder for it. The young man sucked in a sharp hiss of air, his stomach muscles tensed like he'd been mule kicked in the gut as he spoke up exactly how you hoped he would. "Wha-what are you doing? N-no, don't..." his breath stuttered slightly as he clamped his mouth shut so forcefully that his lips turned white for a moment. Despite his attempt to silence himself, there was a soft, short, tell-tale whimper that he couldn't stop.

"Don't what, Spider-man?" You taunted, trying to drag out the rest of his confession, and while he didn't trust himself to respond verbally, he did vigorously shake his head 'No' at you. You continued to pump your fingers inside his asshole, making sure to drag viciously against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him with every stroke as you spoke to the young man, "Don't what, Spider-man?" You cooed sweetly as he gasped from the sudden overstimulation.

"Oh, God! Don't stop! Please-ah-, please, please, don't stop! I can't-", he gasped, "I can't cum without being touched. Please don't stop." He outright sobbed, "I n-need it. Please. Oh, God, please." Truthfully that had been all you needed to hear, but Peter didn't know that, and the poor boy continued to babel as you finger fucked him senseless, "Need you to -ah, hah, nnngh- to touch me. I need it. Your hands, oh God, your hands-! Nnngh-ah! Please, I'll do anything, j-just touch me-ah-!"

"I might be able to help you with that." You said as he turned his head to the side, and pressed his face against his bicep in an attempt to focus and keep from being overwhelmed. "Might." You stressed the word, "If you can promise me something, Spider-man." You didn't wait for the question you knew was coming before you explained, "I want you to promise me that you're going to be a good boy for me. That means from now on, you do exactly as I tell you, when I tell you, without you can do that?"

Peter nodded vigorously, "Yes! Yes, anything, just touch m-m-my...please. Y-you can't just tease me -ah- ...like this and then not... let..."

Something seemed to dawn on him suddenly, but you cut him off before he could spiral himself into a panic about it, "Oh, Goodness no, Spider-Sweetie. Goodness, no." Your tone was somehow comforting and condescending all at once, "I promise I don't intend to get you all riled up and then just leave you like this: bound, naked and alone, helpless against the whims of any dirty little perverts who just happen to know where you are..."

Peter pressed his lips together tightly and produced a shaking inhale at the scenario that had never crossed his mind. He had no idea how long Shadows drugs were going to last, and if she broke her promise and left him here... She could tell anyone where he was, or even worse... she could tell everyone where he was. And- Oh God, she could even tell everyone who he was! Suddenly his situation had gone from Waking Nightmare to Living Hellscape...and yet, he was still floating on that drug induced high that was giving him a wonderful buffer against what should have been a rising panic attack. Instead it allowed him to focus on the fact that he had no idea that one of his kinks was apparently being violated by anonymous strangers, his current situation apparently included, as he continued to rhythmically try to rock down into the fingers caressing his asshole while imagining a small crowd of shadow-faced strangers was watching and waiting for their own turns with his body. Anyone. Anyone in New York could just... do whatever they wanted to him, and... He could almost feel it. Dozens of phantom hands caressing over every inch of his body, pinching and teasing in all his most sensitive places.

"No my darling Spider, my little mixture was designed to hit hard and fast, but it doesn't last long -by comparison- to the original formula, so I'm going to be making the most of the relatively short time we're going to have together. And don't you worry, you're going to love every second of it, I'll make sure of that." Anyone who didn't know you would think your smile was born of genuine amusement; anyone who did know you would see it for the mocking gesture that it really was.

But all Peter could see was a chilling omen of his future.

"You never answered me, my sweet one." You reminded him, speeding up the fingers violating his asshole and making sure not to stimulate his prostate accidently. "Are you going to be a good boy for me? Hmm?"

He didn't respond for several seconds, and becoming impatient, you sighed and began to slowly slide your fingers out of him completely. Just as your fingertips began to slip out of his slick hole, he finally broke completely, "YES!" He shouted at a surprising volume, "Yes, I'll be good! I will!" His sudden burst of energy dissipated as quickly as it arrived when you paused. "I swear. Please don't go." You couldn't help but bask in the glow of victory for a few seconds as you removed your hand from between his legs entirely. "Nononono! I promised I'd be good! I'll do anything, just please don't leave-" he cut himself off with a sharp gasp as you shifted forward and the tip of your strap-on pressed gently against the now gaping ring of his asshole.

You chuckled and hummed softly, pushing forward just enough so that ring of muscle was stretched even wider by the head of the your fake cock. Even though you desperately wanted to keep watching the thrilling saga of emotions dancing across Peter's delicate features, you looked down to where the two of you were so intimately connected and took advantage of the slight slack in his restraints to slip your hands under his thighs, slowly guiding your feather light touch up to the under curve of his perky little behind. There you dug your fingers in, softly massaging the area before using one hand to pull his cheeks further apart, and the other to grasp the base of your strap-on, wanting the loss of his virginity to be as physically pleasurable as possible, given the circumstances it was occurring under.

"Now," you demanded as you met his eyes once more, "Beg for it."

"What!?" Peter panted, breathing heavily as he dug his heels into the mattress and tried to use what little leverage he could get to push down on the dick stretching him just barely further than your fingers had, but you were ready for it and used the hand holding his pert little behind open to keep him from shifting. When he dug his heels in, you were forced to use your other hand for a moment to keep him still, and you suddenly realized that either you had lost track of time while having fun, or your drug was wearing off much faster than you had thought it would. Hopefully you'd be able to keep your new play toy entertained long enough that he wouldn't notice until you could re-sedate him and make your escape with your evidence.

"You've already done it more than once tonight. One more time shouldn't be too hard for you, should it? Just tell me exactly what you want. That's all I need to hear.", you quietly reasoned with him.

Peter tried get away with squirming a bit and whining instead of answering verbally as he pressed down on your false cock again. You simply released his behind and pinned his hips still with both hands as you sighed in in frustration. "You promised to do what I told you, Spider-Man, without question. Are you already breaking your promise? Because that would be... disappointing. I'll just-"

"Okay!", he shouted before you could even finish speaking, let alone move away from him. "Alright, you win." Blindfolded or not, you didn't need to see his face to tell he was glaring in direction of your voice. He took a few deep, steadying, breaths before finally deciding where to begin degrading himself for your amusement. "Please fu-fuck me...?" It was soft, hesitant, and much like his academic work, could have used some improvement.

You released his hip with one hand, bringing it down sharply on the side of his ass cheek, "Try again." You deadpanned as he hissed sharply.

He hadn't exactly expected that to satisfy his captor, but it had been worth a try. Peter exhaled sharply through his nose, and this time, actually sounded aroused and sincere, "Please fuck me. You've teased me so damn long already. It felt so good when you had your fingers inside me. Feels empty now. Please, I need you inside me. I want it, I want- OhGod-!"

One flex of your hips was enough. The sudden, violent thrust made Peter moan like a whore as you filled him completely. The soft clap of leather on skin as his ass slapped flush against the base of your harness was almost as satisfying to you as it was to him, his breathy whimpers such beautiful music to your ears you knew right then that you had made the right choice in doing this. You pulled back slowly as you lowered your head to press a line of chaste kisses over his shoulder and up his neck, and Peter whined like a bitch in heat, obediently exposing the milky expanse of his throat to your ministrations. It took all the self control you had not to ravish the poor boy immediately; instead slowly and steadily increasing your pace as you pulled back, still leaning over him but not sitting up completely. You could feel the head of his rigid cock slapping against your lower stomach and you knew the precome leaking from the tip was smearing across the stomach of your stealth suit with each snap of your hips.

For a moment you wondered if it pained him at all, but any worry went out the window when Peter, entirely unprompted, began to beg for your touch. "-Ah- Hmmm. Please touch my c-cock!" Whatever shame he'd started with had either been lost or overcome in the heat of the moment you realized as he continued, "You kn-ow I c-can't cum without-"

"You will." You ordered and removed your right hand from his hip, letting fingertips dance teasingly across the skin of his stomach.

He actually sobbed out a soft "No, please..." when your fingers traced around the outline of his cock, and never once touching it, began to travel upwards. Your digits instead wrapping around the smooth column of his throat and squeezing lightly. Not nearly hard enough to restrict air flow, but just enough that he understood who was in charge.

"You're going to cum when I tell you to." You growled at him, "Not before. Not after. Disobey and you will be punished for it, understand?" When there was no answer immediately forthcoming, you pulled your hand back just long enough to deliver another sharp slap to his blushing asscheeks before wrapping around his neck once more.

He sobbed a breathy moan before he licked his lips and answered, "Yes...I un-understa-and." You could hear the defeat in his voice as much as the desperation as you continued to piston in and out of him.

And even though he didn't realize it at the time, that was the moment he finally became yours.