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First, let's go over the rules, shall we?
It was a fairly simple game, and Wade loved games. Sex games, especially. Sex games with Spiderman? Shoot him if he ever said no. Sex games with Peter Parker? Irresistible. Incredible. The one good thing god forgot to take from him.
The game lasted one hour. There were chances for Wade to gain points, and chances for Peter to do the same. If Peter could keep himself in the position Wade put him in for 10 minutes, he got a point. Every time ten minutes passed, and he didn’t leave, he got a point. If he did pull back, he had a maximum of two minutes to recover before he needed to jump back in. Every ten minutes that passed where Peter didn’t cum, he got another point.
Wade got a point if Peter pulled out or away. He got a point if Peter came. Peter could make all the noise he wanted. He could move all he wanted, as long as he didn’t leave. And no touching himself unless instructed to, but that was a given.
What Wade had neglected to clarify was what the points meant. Peter wouldn’t find that out till later, as he’d mysteriously said, with a wink and a slap on Peter’s bottom. Settling himself into his chair to enjoy his view, he hit the on button on the remote in his hand.
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He took note of his position so he could be sure to hold himself steadfast. Palms on the floor, his arms held him up. He could drop down to his forearms if he wanted to, but it would arch his back quite a lot. Peter was sure Wade was just waiting for him to break and do it.
His knees knelt on a pad- sometimes Wade let him have one, sometimes he didn’t- his legs spread. Between his legs, some machine he didn’t remember the exact name for that Wade had bolted to a board, the very one beneath the padding his knees were enjoying. His dick was…well…in it.
Wade pressed a button, and it started to shift up and down. There hadn’t been a lot of foreplay, something he was now thankful for. Nothing compared to Wade's mouth or his hands, but he would be lying if he said this didn’t feel nice. He’d agreed to do this after a great deal of talking about it, and he was both excited and scared.
The sheath was soft and smooth as it kept its steady pace, unaware of any struggle it would eventually give Peter. Ducking his head, he closed his eyes. He focused on how the machine felt, the pleasurable feelings it slowly gave him. It took effort not to thrust into it, but Peter still felt pretty aware of Wade just…sitting there watching him. It kept him still.
Blush must have betrayed him, because Wade made a small sound and clicked a button, causing the machine to speed up a tick. The way it worked him over was too mechanical, too perfect, if he thought about it for too long. He missed the rough feeling of Wade's skin, the hot, wet feeling of his mouth.
“Ah, fuck-” Had it been ten yet? Wade would’ve given him a point if it had been, wouldn’t he? The feelings inside him were building, but he knew how to last. Sorta. When he masturbated, he knew how to make it last. This was…different.
The pleasure was firmly rooted in him now, and it was becoming more of a struggle to endure the pace Wade had set. It was slightly too slow, which made him want to speed things up. He wanted to move, to fuck the machine back the way it was fucking him. The antsy feeling was driving him just as insane as a fast pace would have.
“So soon?” Wade taunted, the smile clear in his deep voice.
“N-no,” Peter said, lifting his head to shoot Wade a withering glance- bad idea! Wade had exposed himself and was lazily tugging on the huge, scarred length of himself. This angle, looking up at Wade, made Wade seem even more massive. His huge thighs, spread for Peter, the underside of his gorgeous dick right there for Peter to enjoy.
Moaning, he dropped his head back down. His arms were starting to grow tired of holding him up, but he resisted. Super strength should make this easier, he thought, already knowing it didn’t. What Wade did to him, it was mental.
Clenching his legs, he fought the urge to move, even a twitch. He curled his toes with the effort of it. Panting, licking his dry lips. There was a sound, and he looked to it. Wade had marked two tallys under Peter’s name on the board.
“Oh, thank god,” He groaned, shifting down to his elbows. The strain on his back felt nice, now that he was deeper into the scene. It unfortunately shifted his dick deeper into the machine, and he whined at the sensation.
Wade was a bitter loser and a cheater because he clicked that stupid little button again, and Peter was grinding his forehead into the floor below him. The pace was exactly what he needed to send him over the edge- but that was the opposite of what he wanted.
Stretching his arms out, he fought the urge to really feel what that machine was doing to him. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but it was either what was happening to him or what Wade was doing. Paying attention to Wade was not helping.
“Ah, oh fuck, Wade- How- How m-much-” Squeezing his legs as far shut as they could go with the object between his legs, he really, really wanted to pull out, but he knew he could last farther. Just a little bit longer.
“How much what?” Wade said, feigning innocence.
“How much- muh- much- fuck” Wade turned the machine up another notch, and Peter pulled himself out almost immediately. He could have lasted, given where it was, but faster? Adjusting to the surprise change in pace was proving to be a bigger challenge than he’d anticipated.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Wade tutted at him, marking one point on his side of the chart.
“Well, it’s hardly fair,” Peter said, cocking his head over at Wade, sweat dripping along his hairline. “You’re not being very nice, are you?”
“Who said anything about nice?” Wade grinned broadly.
Peter took a few deep breaths before Wade raised an eyebrow at him, motioning with his head for Peter to begin their game again. While Peter had been breathing, Wade had lowered the speed back to its original pace. There was still a fair amount of lube, so he was able to easily slide himself back in.
Okay, the break had helped. His head was a little clearer, and his orgasm not so imminent. Just as he was relaxing into the rhythm, Wade picked up the pace. Unfortunately, his orgasm climbed back quicker than when it was originally built. He soon found himself in the same position, desperately wondering how much longer he had.
“Uhhhhhh, fuck, fuck fuckfuck.” His hips brokenly jolted as his defenses slipped, little admissions of his withering resolve. Another click up in speed, and Peter was a fucking mess. Burrying his head in his hands, his fingers were tangled in his own hair, pulling. In addition to the machine pupmping his relentlessly, he was also fucking into it like he wanted to lose.
“You’re gorgeous like this, sweetheart,” Wade commented from above him, and the words did terrible things to Peter.
“Fuck!” Scrambling back, he ripped himself away. He physically felt himself clench for orgasm, and beat it back with sheer force of will. He shook with the effort it took, clawing his fingers into his thighs to have something else to focus on.
White drips of precum decorated the floor below the machine and the machine itself. Another drop dribbled from the swollen red head on his cock as he looked down at it.
“UGH,” he groaned, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. Looking over at the board, he saw another two marks under his name, another one under Wade's. He’d gone ten without realizing it, putting him at a total of four. Wade had two, now that he’d pulled out again.
“You better hop back in, you’re almost at two minutes, Baby Boy,” Wade said, tapping his wrist like there was a watch on it, even though it was bare.
“I don’t…” deep breath, eyeing the machine, “know that I can…” This time during his break, Wade had not slowed the mechanical movements of the machine. Peter was jumping right back into it, and he was still quite turned on.
“Aw,” Wade chided him, “Daddy can help, but it’ll cost you a point!” He offered, tapping the capped end of the marker on the board.
“No.” Peter steeled himself. While he didn’t know exactly what the points were, he knew that when it came to games, the point was to win. This was hard enough; he didn’t need Wdae earning even more extra points.
“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” He thrust himself inside in one quick motion, not wanting his head to have any particularly concentrated motions on it. That was sure to tip him over the edge.
Immediately, his experience was intense. This last break had barely calmed him at all, and almost instantaneously, his orgasm was nearing the edge of the cliff. Sweat mixed with drool where his face met the floor. His hands were beneath him, stretched back to grasp the machine futilely, as if clenching his hands on it would make it any less methodical and effective.
He pulled out again, desperately, sweat dripping down his forehead as he sat back on his heels.
“Jesus…christ.” He said, running a hand through his hair.
Wade put another stupid point on his half, making him three to Peters' four.
Two minutes passed like one. When Wade gave him a raised eyebrow, Peter begrudgingly positioned himself over the machine again. Was it futile to try not to cum? Maybe this was the mind game- but no, that didn’t sound good either. If he came, he either had to stay in- terrible, evil idea- or pull out, and then he was down two points to Wade, instead of one. And then he had only two minutes before he would start building again anyway.
Shaking his head, he slowly nudged himself back into the machine. Wade had blessedly lowered the speed again, and Peter felt like he could breathe still. The relief, of course, only lasted so long. Wade clicked another button, and the machine began to vibrate.
“Oh, god, oh fuuuuuck,” Peter’s hips moved beyond his control, his arms weakly pushing to lift his torso up. He was vaguely aware of a long flow of precum from his dick, mixing with the lube moving up and down along his shaft. Wade made a dark hum above him, and his dick twitched in response.
“No, no, no, no nonon-n-no, no” He whispered, a broken mantra, as his orgasm grew beyond anything he’d ever felt before. Just as he found the strength to push himself up, Wade’s boot pressed down hard in the middle of his back.
“Just another minute, and you’ve got another two points.” He pushed back against Wade as the man purred down at him, “or maybe only one, depending on how this goes.”
“Hah- hah- hah-” Peter panted, sobbing a little at the daunting task set before him. Letting out a long moan, he scrambled internally for anything to grasp. I only have to last a couple more seconds. Not forever, just until Wdae’s boot is off me, and then I know I can pull out. Just a little longer.
After what felt like an eternity of moments spent just barely about to orgasm, Wade’s boot left his back. Peter vacated the device as soon as he possibly could, clenching his hands into fists on their side of his dick. He wanted to touch himself so. Bad.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Wade said, sitting once again in his seat. His dick was still massive, just waiting there for Peter's mouth. He salivated at the thought of crawling over there, tasting the salty, nutty mixture that was Wade’s dick.
Glancing at the scoreboard, he had six and Wade had…four?!
“Why do you have four? I didn’t come, and I didn’t leave.”
“Mm. I helped.”
“Helped?”
“Yes,” Wade quirked a hairless brow at him, and looked pointedly down back at the machine.
“How much time is left?” Peter asked, getting on his hands and knees again.
“How badly do you want to know?”
“How much time is left, please?”
“Less than half an hour,” Wade said, leaning back with the remote in one hand, his dick in his other. That could mean there was twenty nine minuets left, or like…five.
It turned out there was at least more than five, because he managed another grueling ten minutes without orgasming, without pulling out. Eight points, but he was a mess. The cost of those points had been his ability to speak, his ability to string thoughts together.
“Do you need more help? Yikes, Pete. I sure thought you’d do better than this.” Wade purred
Shaking his head, he tried to put himself back in. The second the vibration ghosted across the head of his dick, he cringed back. There was no way he could put his dick back in there without basically immediatly cuming.
Whining in frustration, he forced himself to thrust forward. The second he did, he pulled all the way back out. His orgasm was there. It was right fucking there. Curling on the ground, he shook his head.
“You’re not really following the rules, sweetheart,” Wade tutted, crouching down to run his hand through Peter's hair. “It’s been more than two minutes out.”
Wade’s hand fisted in his hair, and he whined in pleasure-pain. Wade dragged him up, Peter desperately trying to use his arms to crawl, but Wade pulled him up high enough that his fingers barely supported him on the ground.
“I’ll help you again. For free, this time.” Wade said, devilish.
“Hold yourself up, I can’t do ALL the work,” He muttered, and Peter watched as he produced metal restraints from thin air. He strapped the sides of Peter's knees to the board. Peter tried valiantly to keep his dick away from the machine. Wade growled, yanking Peters's hair till he saw stars as Wade’s large hand directed the dripping head of his cock back into the pulsing motions of the machine. He pulled Peter forward by his hair at the same time, Peter’s nails scrambling for a hold on the ground.
About two seconds after he did, his hips locked forward in pleasure. His orgasm was white hot as it ripped through him, tensing his whole body like a rubber band. Pulling out wasn’t even on his radar as his mouth fell open and his thighs shook. The cry he let out was so pleasured he would have blushed if he’d been able to hear himself over the ringing in his ears.
As his orgasm began to wane, Wade slowed the pace and halted the vibration. Peter was grateful, and let his front half liquidate on the ground when Wade released his hair. He heard Wade mark another two ticks on the board, presumably one for himself due to Peters orgasm, one on Peters' side because he managed to stay in. The slow pace was almost numb to him, as his cock sputtered out a last few drops. It was nothing compared to what the pace had been.
The machine picked up the pace just a tick again, suddenly, and he gasped, pushing himself up and back. His knees being tied down as they were prevented him from slipping out as easily as before, but he still could if he wanted to.
“Last ten,” Wade said, giving Peter pause.
The last ten minutes, and then the game would be over. If Peter could last, he could have a clear lead over Wade. Maybe the lead wouldn’t matter, and it was just whether he had more than Wade or not. Peter didn’t know.
Sobbing, he braced himself on all fours. He was so tired. His cock was throbbing under the constant stimulation. The slow-ish pace was his only saving grace, as it let him build up slower amidst the overstimulation that had him hissing in pain. Cuming so quickly after orgasm wasn’t totally unfamiliar to him, but that didn’t make this any more enjoyable. It was uncomfortable and a little pleasurable until somehow the pleasure built to a height taller than the overstimulation.
He let himself cry as he thrust wholeheartedly into the machine. It was useless to stop himself, as far gone as he was. He could barely remember that he was supposed not to cum. Mostly, he was hoping he somehow naturally didn’t before the ten minutes.
Wade got up from his seat, but Peter couldn't bring himself to look up and follow what Wade was doing. Something strapped around his upper thigh, but he couldn’t be bothered; he just whined and moaned as the machine sped up.
“Two more minutes, baby, and then the game is done.” Wade gave him a kiss on the sweaty side of his head as he clipped Peter's collar shut around his neck. There were no words to respond with. A second orgasm was impending. Could he last two minutes? Two small minutes, which had felt so short as a break, now loomed before him.
Cracking his eyes open, he saw there was a chain running from his collar to a little eye hook at the top of the board, up through it to Wade's hand. Peter blinked up at him, watching as he pumped his own cock at nearly the same pace the machine was working Peter over. Keening, he closed his eyes. The sight, mixed with the intensity of the feelings in his body, was too much.
“You can do it,” Wade grunted, “You can do it. You’re not done yet, you’re not done yet.” The wet sounds of Peter's crying dick mixed with the heavy sounds of Wade enjoying his view and palming himself. His neck was pulled down by the chain as Wade yanked it tight.
“Nnnngnghhhhhhhhh” Peter vibrated, clutching onto seconds now, knowing it must be only a few left. A long moan left him, high and needy. His brain was fog of dontcum, donotcum, Ihavetocum, Icantcum.
A large, warm body enveloped his. Wade had draped himself over Peter, his larger thighs bracing against the outside of Peter's. His arms braced around Peters, pressing down on top of his hands. With Wade’s chest above his back, Wade’s dick pressed between his ass cheeks, he couldn’t even buck his head back without Wade’s body stifling him. Wade curled around him possessively, leaning his head down to whisper into Peter's ear.
“Couple more seconds, you can do it, Baby Boy.” Peter shook his head, tears falling from his eyes. He couldn’t. He barely could, currently.
“Don’t you wanna know what the points mean?” Wade asked, moving his dick slowly back and forth where it lay on Peter's ass. The feeling was maddening. Wade was so perfect inside of him, like they were moulded for one another. The machine slowed a bit beneath him. Peter figured Wade wanted him to be able to listen.
“For every point you got, you get that many seconds to breathe as I choke you,” comprehending the words had Peter trying to yank his hands out from under Wade's, crying.
“No, no, shh,” Wade soothed, unrelenting. “For every point I got, I get to make you orgasm.”
Frantically trying to see the board, he struggled to remember how many points they each had. Wade had talked to him about multiple orgasms before, but hadn’t Wade gotten like five points? No, no. There was no way.
“Aaaaaaand, that’s time! Game over, Baby Boy.” Wade’s large hand was palming his pec, brushing over his nipple.
The machine picked up its pace once more and began to vibrate again. He collapsed painfully onto the machine, unable to hold himself up as his second orgasm forced its way through his nervous system. Wade caught him with a hand on his throat, and- right, Wade had just mentioned this- applied pressure. He held Peter up a bit, so his fingers could barely touch the ground again. His other hand snaked between the two of them, softly teasing at Peter’s clenching asshole.
Peter might have noticed these things more if he hadn’t been completely blissed out riding the wave of his orgasm. It was so, so much more than a regular orgasm. It forced its way through him, asking no permission. The machine took no notice and continued its relentless pace.
All at once, Peter realized he wanted to leave, and he wanted to breathe. Pulling against the restraints on his legs, but he had no leverage with Wade there. His hands clawed at Wade’s hand on his throat, but to no avail. The lack of air eventually had him weakening, succumbing to the painful jerking of his dick and the gentle pressing of Wade’s fingers into his ass.
As his vision greyed, Wade released his grip.
“One…two…three…four…” He counted, low, in Peter's ear as Peter gasped in breaths, “five…six…seven…eight…” His grip was back like a vice around Peter's throat.
Two of Wade’s fingers curled inside him, finding that spot he loved so much, and an orgasm ripped through him like nothing. There were so many sensations, he barely noticed it amidst his shaking, moaning, and crying, but Wade made a guttural noise of appreciation at the cum that painted the space beneath them.
“You’re doing so well,” He moaned, adding in a third finger. The stretch was usually delicious, but now it just added to Peter's torture. There was no break, no stoppage. He barely got over one feeling when another began. Maybe his dick would just fall off when Wade was through with him. And he’d only cum twice, since the game ended. Wade still had three more.
The machine was just painful at this point. He didn’t think his poor penis could take any more. It was almost numb with sensation. Wade must have sensed this because he stopped the movement of it, leaving only the vibration. It was like a warm, wet, vibrating flesh light holding him as Wade’s hands were all over him.
Every time he really choked on his need for breath, he would get his eight seconds. Sometimes it was more like eight Mississippi. Peter didn’t care; he wasn’t keeping track. Wade shifted, and Peter felt the large head of his cock lining up with Peter’s ass. He didn’t know if that would help or not, and he didn’t have time to decide before Wade was slowly pushing in…inch…by inch.
A growl left Wade as he bottomed out, and gave Peter another eight seconds of air. He ground into Peter, tight little movements, which in turn ground the head of his cock against that sensitive place in Peter. Peter’s own dick, previously too tired from abuse, jolted to attention. The noises that would have left Peter, had he possessed the air to make them, would have been pornographic.
“Coooome on, come on now,” Wade muttered as he continued the shallow but firm thrusts into Peter. “I know you’ve got more for me, come on. Come on, Baby, just let Daddy have this…”
The next orgasm rose quickly and crested quickly, leaving his nose snotty and his eyes puffy. It punched a hole right through him. Surely he had no cum left, right? That had to be it. There was just simply no more.
Honestly, he could barely believe he was even still hard at all. It was like his dick knew there was no end in sight, so it didn’t bother flagging. Wade had switched from having a hand on his throat to pinning Peter’s head to the floor at the back of his neck. He could breathe more consistently like this, especially when Wade removed him from that evil machine altogether.
Pulling out almost completely and slowly pressing back in, Wade dragged himself in and out of Peter. Peter was limp beneath him, relying completely on Wade for support. There was no energy left to fight with, and he knew he wouldn’t win even if he did, so he let Wade use him.
As Wade picked up his pace, Peter actually felt like he was outside of his body, watching the two of them fuck. He saw more than he felt his next orgasm as it twitched through him, a sad moan passing his lips as it did. Wade pulled out of him and began to undo the straps holding his legs where they were.
He’d lost track of the orgasms, but this must be the end, right? Otherwise, why would Wade be releasing him? His tears had since dried, and he welcomed Wade's soft touch as he was maneuvered up and into Wade's arms. Wade carried him over to their bed and laid him down like the precious cargo he was.
Kisses peppered his body, from eyelid to kneecap. Taking breaths, he slowly came back to himself a bit.
“Wade,” He croaked out, his throat dry.
“Hey, Petey Pie,” Wade paused, looking up at Peter from where he’d been placing kisses on Peter's stomach. “We’re almost done. I just thought you needed a breather, you seemed lost in the sauce for a bit there.”
“What?” His stomach dropped. Not done?
“Yep! So close,” Wade said cheerily, kissing the tender skin of his inner thigh.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, Wade, please.” He threw an arm over his face, feeling desperate and inconsolable.
“-eter. Peter.” Suddenly, Wade's face was much closer to his. A thumb wiped a tear from below his eye- he hadn’t realized he’d started sobbing again.
“Color?’ Wade asked, using his serious face.
“I-” He hiccuped, “I C-can’t, I can’t,”
“What’s your color, Baby Boy?” Wade asked him again, cupping his face softly.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to take stock. This experience had been so intense, he wasn’t sure he could dive back in. He wasn’t sure it would feel good at all. On the other hand, he wanted to please Wade so badly, and he trusted Wade not to give him more than he could handle. If Wade thought this would be terrible, he would have called it off.
“It’s…yellow.” He answered truthfully.
Wade pet down his torso, waiting. If he were yellow, he needed to give more information. Yellow meant pause, not stop.
“I’m scared it’s just going to hurt.”
“I’ll play nice,” Wade offered, squeezing his hip.
“Okay.”
“Are you sure? No shame in tapping out, we can cuddle, and I’ll bring us some-”
“No, it’s…it’s alright. Fair’s fair.”
Wade smiled and planted a kiss on his nipple, licking it into his mouth a little. His hand, which had been on Peter's hip, trailed down between his legs. Kissing a line downward, his aim became clear.
Peter relaxed into the bed. Wade's mouth was magic. If he was going to suck Peter off, it would feel nice. Sure enough, a warm and wet tongue gently met the head of his cock, and he let himself tentatively enjoy it. Their pause and conversation had given him some time. He was still tired as hell, his body aching, his mind foggy, almost like he was high, but Wade's mouth was not painful.
He sucked at Peter gently, almost passively, till Peter shifted his hips up into Wade's mouth. He wrapped his hands around Peter's thighs, helping him lift himself into Wade's mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and put more purpose into bobbing his head up and down.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, wrapping his legs around Wade's head. This felt good somehow, even after the insane amount of orgasms Wade had already worked him through.
“Waaaaade, oh my- g- god- don’t st-stop-” He was crying again, this time from how tired and wonderful and perfect this was. This felt like a reward after what he’d been through. His tired body didn’t tense at all, he just lay there as the feelings built inside him. This orgasm built slowly, like a sweet crescendo, till it washed over him like sunshine.
Afterwards, Wade carried him to the bathroom. They lay in the tub as it filled with warm, soapy water, Wade whispering praise in his ear. In the end, Peter considered it an intense and beautiful night.