The Amazing Power Bottom Peter Parker
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Mr M. Fiction
2024
The Amazing Power Bottom: Peter Parker
Chapter one: Pillow-Talk Protocol
Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the characters mentioned. Please just enjoy it for what it is; fun fiction.
Back in the sprawling facility that is the Avengers compound, rests friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man: Peter Parker. He sat his plump, spandex-covered butt upon his king-size bed and relaxed his achy muscles after such an arduous encounter. With a heavy sigh, the newly recruited superhero threw himself backwards and recounted what had just occurred and the possible repercussions to come.
“What have I done?! I fought Captain America! In Germany! In an airport!” he muttered defeatedly, his hands quickly covering his masked face, “Man, I hope he doesn’t hold that against me. I mean, Mr Stark said we had to stop him … even if I don’t really understand why.”
Peter lay there, staring at the ceiling with his dark cocoa-coloured eyes. His red and blue costume clung to his tired and sweaty toned body. He was exhausted, drained, not even an ounce of himself felt like celebrating the so-called victory. Yet he could feel a familiar heat coursing through his body, a feeling that was much more intense than an average man due to his “spidey-sense”. Just as he began to run his hand down his chest, with a course locked on for his growing bulge, he was interrupted by a voice he was not expecting to hear at all.
“Mr Parker, are you alright?” asked Jarvis, his unique vocal blend of advance robotic AI and human tone gently sounding from beneath Peter’s mask.
“Jarvis?!” yelled Peter, sitting upright on the bed with his hand cupping his ear. He had absolutely no idea that Iron Man had hooked him up with his own in-built Jarvis, “Have you… have you been with me this whole time? Since I put on the suit obv… obviously.” he chuckled lightly.
“Yes, Peter,” confirmed Jarvis, “Mr Stark has enabled me to work with all of his suits. Should you ever require me, I shall be here.”
“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Peter lay down. With one knee hiked up, and his arm resting behind his head, he enquired about Tony’s intentions of installing Jarvis in his suit.
“Hey, Jarvis?”
“Yes, Peter.”
“Does Iron Man not need you now? I mean, if you are here with me …”
“I am in both locations at once, such are the capabilities with which I was built.”
“Oh,” Peter was impressed, “Tony built one smart robot, huh?”
“I’m far more than that.”
“Sorry! I didn’t mean that in a derogatory way.”
“Robots, as you say, cannot feel offended, so be at ease, Peter.”
“Thanks for reassuring me, Jarvis.” feeling like the subject needed swiftly changed, the
weary hero asked about his suit, which he was wearing for the first time still, “Can you tell me something about my suit, Jarvis? Mr Stark didn’t really have a lot of time to go through everything, just the basics; but he said it would come naturally to me.”
“Of course I can, Peter. For example, your suit, while simple when compared to the many created by Mr Stark, is unique in many ways; in ways that are not included in any of Mr Stark’s.”
Peter was intrigued.
“Like what?” he asked, perplexed.
“I can show you, if you wish, a demonstration of your suits tailor-made functions.”
“Um,” Peter’s heart rate increased, something noted by Jarvis, “Sure, show me.”
“Activating Pillow-Talk Protocol”.
“Pillow-Talk Proto …”
Peter was cut off as his suit almost shrunk around his body, grasping at his smooth, toned physique. He could feel his suit pinching at his pert, pink nipples before slowly pulling on them, eliciting light, excitable moans from the web-crawling hero.
“Fuck, Jarvis, my suit, how is it…” moaned Peter.
“Lift your mask over your face, boy.” demanded Jarvis, his sudden authoritative tone took Peter by surprise, and, given the utter submissive nature of the young man, he obeyed.
Peter quickly lifted his mask over his shaven face, past his plump, kissable, pink lips, past his perfectly shaped nose and finally over his chocolatey brown eyes which were oozing with lust. He closed his eyes in pleasure, his nipples were being gently flicked and tugged by his own suit. He didn’t want to waste any time asking how this was possible, instead just putting the insane feat of technological advances down to the millions of nanobots that made up his suit.
“Jarvis, how did you know …” Peter couldn’t catch his breath, “How did you know I love my nipples being played with!”
“According to my records, you performed on a cam site when you were 18 years old.” began Jarvis as Peter writhed in pleasure as his suit was tightening around his jockstrap-covered bulge alongside never letting up on his sensitive nips, “And while jerking your impressive cock to a live viewership of 143 men, 97 of which were actively commenting, you shared that playing with your nipples drove you crazy.”
“Holy fuck!” exclaimed Peter, he had only performed on that cam site a maximum of five times and each time his face was covered, “Please, please tell me Mr Stark isn’t aware of the video.”
“Mr Stark is not aware of that video.”
“Thank god.”
“He will be made aware of the one I am currently recording for him.”
“Wait, what?”
“Since you enjoy being watched, why don’t you give Mr Stark a good show.” instructed Jarvis.
Peter did like that idea but took the comment as a joke. He fancied Tony the moment the arrogant billionaire strutted into his apartment and spoke as if he knew him. Many a night went by where Peter had wanked furiously over the thoughts of Tony’s famed moustache scratching his smooth hole as it was rimmed, or being bred mid-air, high above the New York skyline while Tony was donned in his Iron Man suit.
He could feel his suit pulling his black jock to the side, and once his throbbing cock poked out, the suit compensated around it, as well as his full, churning balls. With his dick enveloped by the seemingly cock-crazed nanobots, Peter could now enjoy exactly what he had been wanting to do since he arrived back at the Avengers compound; wank.
“How does that feel, boy?” whispered Jarvis.
“It feels … it feels…”
“Tell me.”
“It feels insane, Jarvis! This is, fuck, the best wank I’ve ever had!” he yelled while arching his back, his hands gripping his bedspread tightly as the suit motioned up and down around his shaft.
The soft yet textured spandex wrapped around his pulsing prick felt better than any hand—not that he had tremendous experience of anyone else performing the same act on him. An act that caused even greater arousal for Peter was the suit paying just as much attention to his heavy nuts. Alongside his cock, his balls were also wrapped in the suit with each being rolled around freely as his cock was pumped slow and steady.
“It even, oh, fuck, Jarvis, it even knows how to play with my balls! I love that too!”
“I think you’ll enjoy everything your suit has to offer.” said Jarvis, and although Jarvis spoke with a voice that indicated he was an AI, Peter could tell that Jarvis would have said that with a smirk if he had a face.
“What else can it do?” asked Peter, his body writhing, his leaking cock close to blowing its load.
The second Peter finished his sentence, the nanobots stopped working on his cock. His suit slowly regained its natural shape, Peter’s bulge showcased in its glory yet left untouched.
“Wha … Jarvis?” he panted, “I was gonna cum.”
Just before Peter could move, before he could sit up and question what had happened, thinking that Jarvis had suffered a malfunction of some sort, he slowly felt a pressure building around his pink, smooth asshole.
“Oh, man.” he groaned, he knew what was about to happen.
The suit pushed into his hole gradually, stretching it gently while forming the shape of a thick cock as it did so, becoming ever more like a real dick the further it went in.
“Nhmm, uh.” he groaned again, louder this time as he rested his head back and his beautiful eyes rolled into his head.
The nanobots had formed into an eight-inch, thick cock which had stretched Peter further than any real cock he had taken previously. It pressed against his prostate, and then without warning, began to slam against it roughly, as if it was a drunken, hairy bear of a man, coming home and finding his slim, smooth twink man-wife resting on the bed in the assumed position for a good breeding.
“Holy fuck, Jarvis! Holy fuck!” yelled Peter.
“Can you handle this, boy?” whispered Jarvis seductively, “Can you handle all that cock in your hole? Stretching you out? Ruining you?”
“Fuck, yes! I can take it!” he moaned through gritted teeth, the pleasure was now outweighing the pain.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me then, tell me what you are.”
“I’m a good boy, Jarvis. I’m the best fucking boy!” he howled with confidence.
Fucking him harder and faster was enough to make him shoot his load into the pouch of his jockstrap, but Jarvis knew that Peter wanted more, that Peter was a slut of epic magnitude and that he would get all he wanted if only he beg a little.
“Do you wish to jerked off, Peter?” asked Jarvis, again whispering through the in-built earpiece in Peter’s mask.
“Uh, yes.”
“What do you say?”
“Please. Please jerk me off!” he whined, “Please, play with my nipples as well! I don’t think I can last much longer.”
Jarvis complied with the young man. Laid out on his bed, wrapped in his advanced superhero suit that was giving him one hell of an experience, Peter could only groan loudly as the suit twisted around his pink nipples once more before pinching them upwards in short, but sharp intervals. As if that wasn’t enough, the suit slipped around his raging boner and ready-to-burst balls. With his cock being jerked better than Peter does himself, and each of his nuts being rolled around and tugged skilfully, Peter felt like a god.
His prostate was sensitive enough without an eight-inch cock pounding away at it, not that he was complaining, the nanobot cock felt better than his previous conquests, the only difference being, he assumed, was that he wouldn’t be left leaking creamy nut from his used and abused hole afterwards.
“Yeah, keep fucking me, sir!” he moaned lightly, as if to stop Jarvis hearing.
“Tell me who you are thinking of?” asked Jarvis immediately.
“Iron Man!” he blurted out, surprising himself.
The fucking, the jerking, the nipple pinching continued on.
“Are you being fucked by Iron Man? Are you imagining him balls deep in your hole?”
“Yeah,” moaned Peter, “It feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer! I can feel it.”
“Cum then, boy, but call it out to him, tell Mr Stark what you are doing.”
Peter spun around onto his front, lifted his ass up and buried his face in his pillow. The rough fucking was physically pushing Peter forward with every thrust until he had to reveal his face, and rest both arms on his headboard to stop from bumping against it. He was moaning wildly, every main androgynous zone was being targetted, and to Peter that included the dirty talk from Jarvis as well. Arching his back, Peter tilted his head backwards as if to stare into the eyes of the man he was imagining fucking him so aggressively; Iron Man.
“Does my hole feel good, sir?” he whimpered.
“It does, boy,” answered Jarvis, “Wrapped around my cock, stretching you out just like you deserve, just how you dreamed it.”
Jarvis knew Peter was speaking as if he was Tony, and so played along, after all, Pillow Talk Protocol was for Peter’s pleasure.
“Maybe your hole is too good for me to keep all to myself. Perhaps I should share you with the other Avengers?”
“Oh, fuck, yes! Whore me out. Please.” he begged through his grunts, his prostate still taking a heavy battering from the nanocock.
“You’d like that, huh? For Cap to fuck you? For Hawkeye to shoot his nut in your gaping hole?”
“Ugh, yeah! And I bet he could do that from, uh, across the room!” joked the moaning hero.
“How about Hulk?” asked a curious Jarvis.
“God!” he whispered, “I’ve, ugh, fuck, thought of that.”
“Of course you have, you dirty slut. You want Hulk’s monster cock buried in your ass. Fucking you hard until he’s seeded you with his neon-green cum.”
“I want that, daddy. Let Hulk use me, please.”
“Oh, I think that can be arranged.”
Peter’s body convulsed beautifully, all that had been done to him, all that was being done to him was about to pay off. With a dozen loud grunts, Peter announced his orgasm as his suit continued to fuck him, giving him one of the best orgasms of his life.
“Fuck … fuck. Holy shit, Jarvis.” he panted, his head resting against his elbow, still atop the headboard of his bed, “I haven’t … I haven’t nutted like that in so long.”
“Perhaps you should consider using your suit like this again.” suggested Jarvis, his tone now more akin to what it always resembled, “And, I, of course, am always available in the case you don’t have a male suitor to talk such filth with you.”
“Thanks, Jarvis,” he said through shallow breaths.
Peter carefully turned his tired body. His nipples felt raw, his cock was still throbbing, his balls ached, and his hole felt exactly how it should; freshly fucked. He lay on his back and ran his hand over his covered body, admiring his muscles and the bulge still present.
“Um, Jarvis?” he asked with a little bit of a blush on his cheeks.”
“Yes, Peter?”
“I’m guessing the suit doesn’t have a function for cleaning fresh jizz off it?”
“You would be guessing right, Peter. But, Mr Stark does have America’s best laundry room downstairs.”
“Gotcha.” chuckled Peter, “Jarvis?”
“Yes, Peter?”
“Thanks. I loved every minute of it.”
“You’re very welcome. And remember, if you wish to do this again, all you have to say is Pillow-Talk Protocol; preferably not while in combat.” he joked.
“Ha! Now that would be something.”
Peter lay still, having caught his breath, the stickiness of his cock and balls was even more apparent.
“I think I’ll hit the shower. Don’t want any of the guys getting a whiff of me right now!” he lied, he would love that.
“Enjoy your shower.” said Jarvis as Peter removed his mask, and therefore ending the conversation.
- Later, that night -
In one of the grand yet modern living spaces of the sprawling Avengers compound, sitting by a roaring fire, glass of scotch in hand, was Tony Stark. As he pondered on the mission, the accords, the battle, and the loss of his friendship with Steve Rogers, another friend was eager to bring him some news in order to cheer him up.
“Good evening, Mr Stark.” came the familiar voice.
“Whatever it is, Jarvis, I’m not in the mood. So whatever training apparatus has been destroyed, whichever politician wants an endorsement, however Ross wants to punish me, can all wait until tomorrow.” he sighed deeply, “All I’m interested in is drinking myself to sleep.”
“I guess I shall just keep this to myself then, sir.”
With that, on the mammoth screen in the room began a video; the video that Peter didn’t realise was actually being recorded as his hole was stretched and pounded. Tony sat up, his scotch still in hand.
“Jarvis, did Peter enact …”
“Pillow-Talk Protocol.” they both said in unison.
“And I would say it was a complete success.” Jarvis almost gushed.
Tony watched in a stunned silence, his mouth slightly ajar with a cheeky smirk on his bearded face as Peter writhed in pleasure and moaned wildly. Tony especially appreciated, and thought it adorable, how Peter’s face would scrunch up periodically.
“And the suit … it’s …”
“The nanobots within the suit were pinching his nipples, stroking his cock, rolling and tugging his balls, and giving him the fuck of his life, sir.”
“Amazing.” sighed Tony while sitting back in his comfy and expensive armchair, “Did he cum from this? I need to see that.”
“Of course, sir. But I think there might be an even more exciting scene for you to watch first.”
Intrigued, Tony let Jarvis control what he saw. What followed was Peter’s horny confession of wishing it was Tony that was fucking him deep. Stunned once more, but not entirely surprised, Tony laughed brazenly.
“Well I’ll be damned. The horny new hero wants some of the ol’ Iron Man?”
‘It appears so, sir.”
“Jarvis?” said Tony, his composure regained.
“Yes, sir.”
“Play the tape from the start, and leave me to watch it in peace.”
Tony began to unbuckle his belt and undo a couple buttons from his shirt.
“Very well.”
Before Tony fully began to enjoy the entirety of the video, he gave Jarvis an important instruction.
“One more thing, do not tell Peter that I have seen this.”
- Author’s Note -
Phew! It’s been a minute since I’ve written anything, so I am sure there is a mistake here or there. Felt good though, to be in the dirty mindset once more while these ideas spring from my mind and onto paper. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this as much as Peter did! And I am planning on a little series of Peter’s adventures with the Avengers, so hopefully you read those as well. Feel free to email me @ mrmfiction@gmail.com with your thoughts, or message me on X @MrMFiction. In the meantime, I’ll do a little shameful plug for myself and list the books I have available for purchase on Amazon:
- Lockdown With Step-Daddy: The Complete Story
- Daddy Creeps into my Bed
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- Tales of a Slutty Student
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