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Exposed

Summary:

No one was ever supposed to find out that Tony Stark is an Omega. Luck has never been on Tony's side though...

Chapters are as stand alone as I can make them for those who just want one shot pwps, but there is an over all story such as it is. Each chapter will be named for the kink it hits.

1. Exhibition, Boy Pussy, Fingering
2. Breeding Bench, Spanking, and Shower Humiliation
3. Finger fucking, squirting, overstimulation, F-alpha/M-omega

 

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Notes:

I can't believe this is how I rejoin the Avengers fandom. I am ashamed of myself. *hides under porn pile*

Tag Notes:
Tony doesn't want to be an Omega, so this is basically rape that his body enjoys, but this fic isn't angsty. DON'T read it if that ain't your thing!

 

HEY THERE READERS. PLEASE READ THE END NOTE FOR THE WHOLE FIC FIRST IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH RAPE/NON-CON/DUB-CON. PROTECT YOURSELVES AND HAVE A NICE DAY.

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Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Being revealed as an omega was the worst thing to ever happen to Tony Stark, and that was saying something. Given the choice, Tony wasn't sure if he would choose to be back in those caves in Afghanistan if it meant that he wouldn't be here , arms bound tightly together over his head, legs held apart obscenely by a stainless steel spreader bar, every naked inch of him spread out for anyone in the common living room to see. He wished he wasn't too strung out on unfulfilled need to get his stupid mind together and do something about his situation.

Something shifted down by his legs and the horrible -wonderful- vibrating pressure on his omega clit shifted, sliding around in his slick a few times before settling back into the seemingly never ending, barely-there touch, that no matter what Steve thought would never be enough to get Tony off.

“How’s he doing?” Bruce said from somewhere near the entry of the kitchen. Some fuzzy part of Tony’s brain registered that Bruce must have come from the lab, their lab that was now just Bruce’s lab, as omegas had no place in the world that didn't involve being fucked or pupping.

“Not too bad today,” Steve answered cheerfully. “He got into the headspace a lot faster than yesterday, although we still have a long way to go with vaginal training. The doctors were right, he deprived himself of normal omega functions for too long. It's not going to be easy to get a healthy, omega orgasm out of him.”

A hand fondly patted his naked hip, sliding down to fondle his now useless little omega cock, caged up to the balls in a tight plastic cock cage, a thin sound inserted in the tip to completely render him impotent. Good omegas came with their channel or ass, preferably on a cock or not at all.

Tony growled around the ball gag in his mouth, earning a warning squeeze to his trapped cock.

“Hey now. None of that attitude from you, mister. You’re lucky you got yourself in such a mess that the doctors thought it would be too traumatizing to remove this like it should have been when you presented.” Here Tony shuddered. Just the thought of all those omegas he’d seen over the years, castrated and smooth down there, reduced to just slick and holes, made him want to throw up. Steve sighed again. “I’m still not convinced this thing isn’t just a distraction from fixing you.”

The vibrator dipped to circle his tight asshole, the one place he swore, from that first horrible night he presented, that no one would ever get near. S.H.I.E.L.D. Outing him as an omega changed all that.

Bruce sat down at the table, tucking away some files toward the unoccupied end of the table top. “How long have you been at it this morning? Maybe it’s time to switch to Presenting training. It wouldn't be good to overstimulate him too much.”

The hand disappeared from his cock with a fond pat. “It’s only been two hours so far. I was going to get him on the small dildo after this as soon as he comes, but you might be right,” Steve’s blond head shook at the edge of Tony’s vision. “I can’t believe he let himself get so messed up.”

“You know Tony,” Natasha’s voice drifted in from the couch, and Tony knew if he wasn’t already flushed red from want that the humiliation of his position would be hitting him all over again at the knowledge of just anyone being able to walk in on this bullshit, “he wouldn’t know healthy if it bit him in the ass.”

A teasing hand slapped his ass lightly, causing Tony to jerk uselessly against the restraints on his legs. There was no use struggling though. After the first week of “rehabilitation” the team had learned to completely immobilize him when they performed their “training” sessions.

Bruce gave him a sympathetic smile as Tony wiggled, trying to push against the vibrator at his clit and failing as Steve tugged it away with a tut.

“Here, Let me help.”

Tony felt it as Bruce slipped two fingers into his omega channel. “He’s getting wet now at least. Sucks me right in like a dream. He might be ready to be breed properly in a month or two if you keep up the training with him like this.”

Tony whined around the ball gag that was strapped snug against his head, ostensibly part of the training but also there to prevent him from somehow reactivating Jarvis and causing trouble, but was too strung out to struggle against what was happening. Bruce’s fingers felt amazing, thick and calloused by technical work. He didn’t move much, but even just the thick pressure inside Tony’s wet hole felt good.

It was agonizing and amazing and the worst thing Tony could imagine. He no longer truly registered the on and off noise from the tv, some action film Clint and Natasha had been heckling most of the afternoon. He couldn’t even move, legs and arms secured too well to allow him to thrust against the fingers inside him or pull away from the relentless vibrations at his ass and clit. He couldnt. Couldn’t-couldn’t-just couldn’t come, his small omega balls drawn up tight and useless as Bruce calmly pushed them out of the way as he settled comfortably at the table, fingers knowing as they traced his inner walls. He and Steve were saying something, something about the last Avengers call, but nothing pierced the roaring of his own blood in his ears as Tony felt his orgasm build like a volcano from somewhere deep deep inside.

He was shaking, twitching all over in a full body spasm as it hit him. He jerked like an electrified rabbit, slick actually gushing out in a wave that pushed forcefully past Bruce’s fingers and puddled on the table where his ass was pressed, clenching over and over against nothing as Steve finally removed the vibrator with a satisfied smile.

Everything was buzzing, the world wobbly and distant. Someone was undoing the cuffs from the table, allowing Tony’s poor arms to pull down against his chest but not freeing his wrists from the leather. Voices faded in and out around him, but Tony couldn’t focus. He was still too physical, every bit of him still overloaded in some way.

“I’m gonna go get him set up on the machine. You ordering pizza for tonight?”

Steve was at his head, reaching under him as he talked to Natasha. The ball gag was still in his mouth, legs still spread and the words barely registering to Tony’s ears.

He was trapped. Between the horrible ache of his cherry-red cock, still locked up nice and tight against release, and the leg numbing pleasure coming from his satisfied hole, Tony put up no resistance as Steve picked him effortlessly off the table and headed to the training room.

Chapter 2: Breeding Bench, Spanking, and Shower Humiliation

Notes:

First of all I want to say that this fic has gotten the most comments of ANYTHING I have ever written. And those comments have been fucking AMAZING. YALL ARE NASTY AND I LOVE YOU.
This chapter is super short because life has been whooping my ass, but I felt like you guys deserved something, and I wanted to be clear I have a ton of chapters in the works, but nothing quite readable yet.
Seriously though, your comments inspired me, fed my porn brain, and made me feel more valued as a writer than I have in years.
Thanks!

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Chapter Text

Tony hated presentation training.

Tony loved presentation training.

Ok, Tony was completely torn on the issue but it wasn’t like he got a say in the matter. So, yeah, tough luck. He was buckled in, so to speak; he might as well enjoy the ride.

There was surprisingly plenty to enjoy. Of course that might be because his brain was little better than applesauce what with all the pheromones saturating the air in the “training room”.

Pheromones of horny omega being the least overwhelming of two constants. The other was the steady background hum of machinery - in and out - in and out - not too slow, but never fast enough. Never enough.

The so called training room was a specially decorated gym that once upon a time Tony built with the vague idea that it was good to have a backup gym for all the team’s muscle. Who knew that, with a little tweaking, weight benches became breeding benches, and former team members-slash-landlords became sex toys.

Funny how life worked out.

The click of a door opening jolted him uncomfortably out of his thoughts, back to the torturous present.

In and out.

In and out.

In.

Out.

Whoever had entered the room made their way up to Tony’s bench. He couldn’t see them, couldn’t move a limb, legs, arms, head, all of it buckled in tight with leather. Face down and ass up to the entrance of the room, just a couple of wet holes to fuck, nothing to see here, move along. He whined like a bitch in heat when fingers touched his rim.

The fingers circled curiously, prodding at his puffy, red asshole as the steady dildo fucked in and out, always there.

He gave a full bodied twitch when something clicked and cold, wet lube was suddenly running down his ass cheeks. He couldn’t do more than that.

There was an amused chuckle -Clint, had to be- followed by a playful slap to his fucked out rim. “Cap says it’s time for a snack,” the archer said, fingers rubbing the lube along Tony’s hole and the dildo still pumping in him. “After your snack we’ll get you set up on the pussy trainer, alright? Don’t want you getting too tight.”

There was the sound of buttons clicking and Tony gave a full body shudder as the dildo was gently removed from his now loose ass as Clint went about removing machinery and buckles.

“Come on man, let’s get you clean. Bruce ordered lunch from the good burger place with the waffle fries, so the faster we are the hotter the food will be.”

Tony groaned but let Clint pull him to his feet. He grimaced at the slick dripping down his thighs, but Clint just gave an appreciative sniff and wrapped an arm around his waist as he herded Tony to the shower.

The shower room wasn’t anything fancy, set up more like a locker room shower with open shower stalls and benches.

“Wrap up,” Clint said, tossing Tony a clear plastic pad to cover the arc reactor. Tony’d made the reactor waterproof of course, but the skin around the arc was prone to irritation and he still got the ocasional PTSD flashback from the water.

Grumbling, he nonetheless covered it fast and headed to the shower.

Blush rising up his neck, he braced his hands on the wall, spreading his legs wide and presenting his ass to the open space.

The first time Steve had showered him had been utterly humiliating. He had fought, unwilling to be touched anymore than the Alpha had already forced on him. But with legs like jello from hours of stretching and pseudo fucking, brain addled from hormones and his friends insistent that this would only help him, Tony hadn't been difficult to overpower.

Pushed down over Steve’s knee he had endured a brisk round of slaps to his already over sensitive ass before Steve had spread him open for Clint to spray him clean, the alphas tutting and scolding as he bucked uselessly against the water held with no mercy against his clit and up his holes. Steve had taken his time scrubbing Tony’s slick out of him with his large, probing fingers until all fight had left and the omega had simply lain their and taken it.

But after, when all the fight had left him, that hadn’t been...terrible.

Every bit of him had been tingling and exhausted. Had he tried to even stand on his own he was sure his shaking muscles would have collapsed. But he hadn’t needed to stand. He hadn’t needed to do anything as Steve and Clint had wrapped his limp and trembling body in soft blankets that brushed against his naked skin in all the best ways after the punishment it had been put through. Steve had hand fed him various things he couldn’t really be bothered to pay attention too. His mind had been so fuzzy, floating higher than anything had taken him in college, and all he could do was open when Steve pressed pieces of fruit to his lips.

They had plugged him up good, a fresh bit if lube and a few quick fingers made sure he was open for it, and once he was immobilized by blankets and bundled in between several alphas, nose pressed to their necks and surrounded soon enough by a heady lungful of pheromones, he had pretty much dropped off like a switch had been flipped.

He sighed heavily. “Alright, onward Jeeves,” he said, motioning Clint to get on with it. “There had better be pickles on my burger or I will find a way to break an alpha’s dick with my thighs.”

Notes:

Up next: Pepper finally gets her paperwork finished.

Chapter 3: Finger fucking, squirting, overstimulation

Notes:

I'm not dead yet. Please see end of fic notes and tags for new info and warnings on this fic.

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Chapter Text

“Oh Tony.”

Pepper’s voice was, as always, beautiful and full of an exasperated concern. He whined behind the ball gag as she approached, but was unable to do more than turn and watch as she closed the office door behind her with a firm click. 

It had been a surprise when he had been moved to the rarely used office space that was officially where he was supposed to conduct SI business. He, of course, hadn't been able to put up much of a fuss when Steve had laid him out across the large, modern desk, carefully spreading and restraining him with the now familiar padded cuffs attached to the sturdy legs of the furniture. He had been perfunctorily lubed up, a few quick twists of Steve's large fingers in each hole before his plugs had been slid in with a saucy tap to settle them, ball gag in place before they had even entered the room. Then he had been left to wait and see what was in store for him that day.

“Look at you,” Pepper said as she stopped before him, reaching out to pet lovingly across his chest. "I can't believe I missed this all those months we were together."

He canted up into the touch, shivering appreciatively as her nails flicked over his nipple. She sighed down at him when he tried to push up into the feel of her against him, silently begging for more.

“I wish you had told me,” she scolded, ignoring his sad whine when she pulled away. She set her stack of folders on the table just left of his hip, where he couldn’t accidentally kick them. Flipping her hair back over her shoulder she pulled up a chair and settled herself primly on it. “At least now I get why you always wanted to eat me out and play with toys instead of fucking properly,” she swatted his hip in a scolding-kind of playful gesture and Tony felt his face heat up at the memories. He had been so desperate to hide what he was but Pepper, his sweet girl, had been too much alpha for him to resist. He had been desperate to be with her in any way he could have her.

“You made me think it was a freaky machine kink you ass! I actually think I scared Rhodey for life asking him if your robots were actually sex toys.”  She shook her head, flipping her hair back as she reached over to unlock the gag.

Tony huffed indignantly, but it faded to moaning as Pepper began rubbing her thumb in steady circles around his nipple again. She reached over, one hand on each as she began a rhythm of circling and light tugs, working his chest into perky awareness. God, she had magic fingers, with just enough nail to make it exciting.

“In a way, I’m glad it came out now,” she sighed, pressing down firmly as he began to writhe up into her touch. “I don’t know if I could have handled all this training by myself. You’re lucky to have the team here.”

“It’s not fair, Pepper,” Tony managed to groan out, hands twisting together in the cuffs above his head. “This is exactly what I was trying to escape by hiding my sex! I’m my own person damn it. I get to control my own life and make my own decisions. This is...it’s….”

Ugh. His train of thought had been completely derailed. It wasn’t fair, and he could barely think straight as she pulled the plug out of his cunt and began to slide inside. He always did have a thing for Pep’s beautiful hands, and it was impossible to concentrate when all his race was being turned to squirming, mewling want by those long, perfect fingers. He had made jokes in the past about some people being secret lesbians, but as her somewhat short, rounded nails lightly began to tease inside of him, not even properly fucking him anymore, just rubbing confidently along his inner wetness, he took back all his alpha male insecurity. Lesbians were totally on to something with the short nail thing.

“Wow." Red hair tickled his stomach as Pepper leaned in over him, the slight squeak of a desk chair being pushed along wasn't quite loud enough to cover the way Tony was panting like a whore for her touch. “Steve was right. Your chest is softening up a bit now that you’re off those horrible pills.”

He huffed, well aware that he would be blushing if he wasn't already so damned aroused by what she was doing to him. "Nobody better be getting any ideas about pups. I'm way too old for pushing out kids, no matter how much stretching Bruce thinks I can take." 

Pepper snickered, pulling out her fingers and wiping them across his stomach, giggling as he yelped and squirmed. 

"Well, we both knew it would come to this someday, and now that you're here, tied up and at my mercy, I'm going to have my wicked way with you."

"Oh really?" he leered as best he could from his exposed position. "Well that sounds - Hey! Nooooo not the briefcase of doom!" he complained as she pulled out of him to reach for the sleek, black case she had brought with her. 

He groaned dramatically as Pepper snapped open the briefcase with a practiced air, efficiently pulling out stacks of folders and loose papers with a determined glint in her eyes. "Oh yes. There's no escaping now, Tony. We are getting these officially marked and sent off today. All of them."

"What do you- no. No, Pepper! That's -" he struggled against the cuffs, desperately wishing he could at least close his legs, suddenly, horribly aware of his dripping holes and flushed dick. "Oh come on. You can't be serious."

It was old fashioned, practically barbaric, but a scent mark was legally binding when used with an official stamp. Pompous alpha males in the business industry sometimes marked this way, jerking semen onto documents to prove they had a knot. Theoretically,  an omega could legally mark documents this way too, but no lawyer would take semen from an omega seriously. No, only slick from an omega's breeding channel would be binding, coming from their most intimate, and legally alpha-owned, areas.

Tony squirmed with mortification, but Pepper just smiled down at him like she always did when he did something she considered particularly childish and finished laying out the papers under the crook of his leg.

“Let’s get these taken care of. Cap said you need to be upstairs in thirty min or your training schedule will be all off.”

Slim fingers slid inside his pussy as Tony tugged uselessly at the soft cuffs holding his arms up above his head. They prodded around, sending little sparks of pleasure off in his stomach as she searched for something.

“Ah!” She practically crowed when she rubbed against the front inner wall and he practically jerked off the table in shock at the feeling. “I should get a medal. Found the g-spot in less than five seconds when most men never find it at all.” She rubbed at the spot again and Tony felt his legs start to shake.

The pressure was intense, amazing and too much at the same time, but he couldn’t pull away and Pepper began ruthlessly massaging the spot, her other hand pressing over his labia, pulling them apart to fully expose his breeding hole but not bothering to rub at his tiny dick where he so desperately wanted friction.

"Oh babe, that's good isn't it?" she said as he tried and failed to suppress a husky groan at the building feeling of heated pleasure from his cunt. "I'm going to make you gush, Tony."

Pressing one hand firmly on his stomach just above his tiny dick, she leaned over him, her breasts almost falling out of her low cut shirt at the angle. She probed carefully for a moment, then seemingly satisfied she pressed her weight down onto the hand on him and began rapidly pistoning her fingers back and forth against his g-spot like nothing he had ever felt before. She laughed lightly as he began to thrash, unable to form words as she mercilessly fingerfucked him until he felt like he was being electrocuted. 

In record time and with a wordless wail he came, cunt clenching violently down on her fingers again and again, leg muscle desperately trying to press closed as she ignored his climax, continuing to work his hole with brutal efficiency that made him drip and gush, emptying himself all over the forms like a bitch in heat. It felt so good it hurt, and he came a second time with a sob, his nipples tight and eyes rolling back into his head as her thumb firmly pressed against his clit while he shook himself to pieces. 

"Aww. That's my good boy," she cooed, ignoring his sobbing whimper as she moved her free hand down to his dick, her other still in his cunt stroking slowly now as she added four fingers, scissoring and stretching them as he cried below her, unable to escape the onslaught of sensations. "Almost done babe. Won't it be nice to be done? And after that we can do this every week. No more falling behind." 

He sobbed as she gently rolled the head of his penis under her palm, her thumb teasing the opening until he came again, his tiny omega balls pulling up tight as he shot his pathetically small load into her hand. With a pleased hum she carefully pulled her fingers out of him, leaving him twitching and gaping with aftershocks, his poor cock wet on his stomach. 

"Well that wasn't so bad was it?" she said, reaching up and trailing a come covered finger along his cheek, the slick mixing with tears along the tracks that covered his face. She held up her fingers to his lips, which hung open as he gasped and shuddered with over-stimulation. "Clean me up and we can get you off this hard desk."

He blinked through the tears still flowing, then closed his eyes with a small, resigned nod. His tongue flicked tentatively out to lap up the mess on her hands.

Notes:

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WARNINGS:
Ok, this could be considered a darkfic, however I gloss over the bad feelings and try to make this more about the porn.
This fic has rape. Its in the tags but im restating it here for yall. This universe sees nothing wrong with using omegas for sex. Omega bodies crave it, no one sees anything wrong or rapey about sexing up an unwilling omega. Its considered their purpose and this fic does NOT correct that line of thought. There is no "justice" in this fic, no bigger social picture. Its a wank fic, pure porn. No one will save Tony, although he will become consenting in so much as you can consent to something you are psychologically trained into doing against your will. Each chapter will have a specific kink (probably) and they should be mentioned at the top notes or the summary, depending on how I like the way it looks formatting wise.
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