Featuring:Ryan finds himself trapped in a cave with the infamous super hero to-be, Iron Man. It had been about 2 weeks since I had come back from the Captain America movie. I was convinced it wasn’t a dream or a hallucination or anything as for a couple of days my asshole still ached from the super-soldier. Speaking of, I was missing Steve so much. I had become so close with him and now he was gone forever. I couldn’t go back. I really, really wanted to, but I couldn’t. Although if I did, I’d be 30ft under ice or something. It was also weird adjusting to modern-day technology again, which isn’t great as someone who works in IT. However, in my free time, I had been taking karate lessons so that I’d be even more prepared in… I guess the ‘real’ world? Today I was in the office building with my co-workers. I got an email asking me if I could ‘fix’ this person’s computer. I sighed and got up and headed to the lift to get on the right floor. I leaned back against the elevator wall and waited as it slowly went up. Suddenly, the lights in the elevator went out and I was plunged into darkness... “Fuck…” I muttered, freaking out a bit. I went to feel around for the buttons but when I placed my hand on the wall, it felt like… Rock? I panicked and turned around and suddenly realised I was in some kind of CAVE! It was dimly lit and there was boxes and crap all over. At the other end was a steel door. I spotted a man sat down on a chair, looking over at me. “W-Where am I?” I questioned, panicking. “Afghanistan.” He said. He was a balding man in a waistcoat, shirt and tie with a pair of glasses. “They’ve captured you to use you as blackmail for Mr Stark.” He explained before gesturing to the man laying down, unconscious, on this table, with a tube going up his nose. Shit… Mr Stark? Afghanistan? I’m in the first fucking Iron Man movie! “Shit… Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…” I blurted out, panicking. I didn’t have anything on me. No phone, no wallet, no keys, nothing. Thats when I realised I was no longer in my clothes. I was wearing a dirty black jacket over a grey tank top and a pair of brown pants instead of the shirt and tie I had on before. This was bad. This was really, really bad. Dammit, where’s the sledgehammer grapple hook when I need it? “You were unconscious when they brought you in. You’ve only just woken up.” The man continued. Now that I knew where I was, I recorgnised the man but couldn’t quite remember his name. “Who are you?” I questioned. “You can call me Yinsen.” He answered, going over to a boiling pot and stirring it. Then, suddenly, Tony effing Stark awoke from the table. He stared at the bulky chest piece protruding from his chest, where the famous tesseract will be. “What have you done to me?” He asked, sounding horrified. “What did I do? I removed the shrapnel I could, but there’s a lot left headed for your atrial septum.” Yinsen answered. “Do you want a souvenir?” He showed Tony a small jar of shrapnel. “I’ve seen many wounds like this in my village. The walking dead we called them, because it took a week for the barbs to reach vital organs.” “What is this?” Tony asked him, referring to the thing in his chest. “That is an electromagnet, hooked up to a car battery. It’s keeping the shrapnel from entering your heart. Hm?” Yinsen explained as Tony sat up and looked at the jar. “Who are you? You’re just a kid.” Tony asked. If I wasn’t so freaked out I’d be fanboying. “I’m Ryan… I-I don’t know how I got here.” I admitted. “Here.” I said, handing him my jacket. “Thanks.” Tony then noticed something as he zipped it up. I followed his eyes to see there was a surveillance camera. “That’s right, smile.” Yinsen said, with a dark smile. “We met once - at a technical conference in Bern.” He told Tony. “I don’t remember.” Tony said. “You wouldn’t. If I’d been that drunk, I wouldn’t have been able to stand, much less give a talk on integrated circuits.” Yinsen pointed out. “Where are we-?” Suddenly, the door slay flew open and a pair of dark eyes stared into the room. Yinsen dropped his spoon and put his hands on his head. “Stand up! Do as I do! Now!” Yinsen instructed us. So I stood beside him and put my hands on my head, along with Tony who struggled a bit. “Listen to me, whatever they ask you, refuse. You understand? You must refuse.” He told us, mostly to Tony. The door opened and a large, bearded, scary man came storming in, followed by two armed henchmen. The main man started speaking in Arabic, a language I didn’t know at all. “He says welcome Tony Stark, the greatest mass murderer in the history of America. He is very honoured.” Yinsen said. Then, the man continued talking some more, looking at Tony as if he was his new toy. Then he held up a photo that was clearly a surveillance image of a missile launcher. “You will build for him the Jericho missile you were demonstrating.” Yinsen continued. “I refuse.” Tony answered. Suddenly, I was grabbed and taken away. They put me in this dark room and then began shoving my head into this barrel of water, drowning me enough to not kill me. They did it again and again, no matter how much I begged them to stop. When they were done with me, they put a good over my face and began dragging me away, with my hands tied. I heard the main guy say something before the hood was removed and I was blinded by a bright light. I was outside and my eyes had to adjust to the sunlight. “Ryan?” Tony muttered. He was stood next to me. “What did they do to you?” He asked, holding the car battery, seeing my worn, soaking face. We were pushed forwards though, into the campsite. There was stolen Stark weaponry all around us. Yinsen was there too, next to the big man, ready to translate for us. “He wants to know what you think?” Yinsen said. “I think you got a lot of my weapons.” Tony answered. “He says they have everything you need to build the Jericho missile. He wants you to make the list of materials. He says for you to start working immediately. When you’re done, he will set you both free.” Yinsen revealed. Tony shook his hand. “No he won’t.” He muttered. “No he won’t.” Yinsen confirmed. Thankfully, because I had watched this movie, I knew exactly what Tony was planning - to betray our new enemy. Currently, though, we were sat back in the cave. I was sat in this wheelbarrow by the furnace, feeling chilly. Tony came over and wrapped an army blanket around my shoulders. “Are you okay?” He asked me. “I don’t know.” I admitted. “I’m sorry this has happened to you. But I’ll get us out of here.” He whispered to me. “I know you will.” I said, leaning into him. Yinsen looked over at us. “Do you have a family?” Tony asked me. I thought about it and if it’s anything like when I met Captain America, I shouldn’t have any family here, either. “No… I’m an orphan.” I answered. “Nobody’s looking for me.” I sighed. “I’m sorry, kid.” He said, apologetic. “I’m sure they’re looking for you, Stark, but they will never find you here.” He told him. “That car battery is running out… and they won’t turn on the generator till you start to work.” Yinsen continued. “You don’t like what you saw out there, did you? I didn’t like it either when those weapons destroyed my village.” There was a moment of silence. “What you just saw, that’s your legacy - your life’s work in the hands of these murderers. Is that how you want to go out? Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark? Or are you going to try to do something about it?” “Why should I do anything? They’re either going to kill me or I’m going to die in a week.” Tony said, sounding defeated. “Then this is a very important week for you.” Yinsen said. Tony and I had to share this narrow uncomfortable bed, as there were only 2 in the cave. We both laid there in silence for a few moments. “I’m sorry, kid. You shouldn’t have been dragged into this.” Tony said. “It’s not your fault.” I told him. “You’ll get us out of here. I know you will.” “Why?” “Because I believe in you. You’re one of, if not the smartest man on the planet.” I reminded him. “Just because I’m smart doesn’t mean I can perform miracles.” Tony sighed. “I completely disagree. If they’re gonna be giving you free materials, why don’t you use that to your advantage. Starting with this bastard.” I said before pointing at his chest device. “You really have that much faith in me?” Tony asked, sounding kinda touched. We looked at each other in the eyes. “I do.” I whispered. Then, suddenly, Tony pulled me in for a kiss. It was hungry, heated and passionate. Soon, I found myself rolling on top of Tony as his hands were running up and down my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I was MAKING OUT with IRON MAN! He gripped my shirt and pulled it up over my head before we resumed our intense kiss. Then suddenly, we heard movement. We looked over to be reminded that Yinsen was still here, and sat up in his bed, looking at us. “Shit, sorry… We’ll stop.” Tony muttered. “No, that’s okay. Keep going. I just hope you don’t mind if I watch.” Yinsen said. “Is that okay with you?” Tony asked me. “Yeah, why not?” I shrugged before crashing my lips into his again. I went to lift his shirt up, but he stopped me, gripping my wrists. “It’s not pretty under there.” He said, referring to the wires leading to the centre of his chest. “Fine. Lemme get to the stuff that really matters.” I smirked before unbuttoning his dark grey pants. He watched as I pulled them down, revealing that they hadn’t given him underwear either, letting his 8 ½ inch dick free. “Wow…” I muttered. I couldn’t believe I was looking at Iron Man’s dick. “You sure you wanna do this?” Tony asked, concerned. “Fuck yes.” I said before opening my lips and letting the cock fill my mouth. “Oh Godddd…” Tony groaned, rolling his head back. “Thaaats itttt…” I felt a hand grip my hair as I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft. I noticed Yinsen had actually begun stroking his own cock as he watched me deepthroat the playboy billionaire philanthropist. I listened to Tony’s quiet noises in the quiet cave as I did my best to pleasure him. I slurped the tip of his cock as it began leaking precum and swirled my tongue around head. “Fuck, you’re good at that…” Tony breathed. The cave practically echoed with the sounds of me sucking on Tony, as I felt it throb against my jaw. Yinsen was still jerking off, hard and fast, staring at us. It was kinda hot to have an audience. “Enjoying the show?” Tony asked him. “Very much.” Yinsen said with a smirk. “Good, ‘cause I’m getting close…” Tony admitted, which only encouraged me to suck harder and faster. “Argh shit… Shit…” Tony gasped before suddenly, my mouth was flooded with cum. I did my best to swallow it all up, gulping it all down. Then Yinsen blurted something out in another language before starting to shoot his own cum onto the cave floor and his hand. When I finished swallowing all of Tony’s cum, I came off his cock. “Shit… You taste good…” I half laughed before coming up to give him a cuddle. “Wh-What about you?” Tony asked. “You can make it up to me tomorrow.” I chuckled. “I… I don’t want a relationship with you, Ryan.” Tony told me. “That’s okay. But we’re men and we need to get off. So it makes sense, right?” I pointed out. “Yeah. It really does.” Yinsen agreed. “You’re a freaky little dude.” Tony half laughed. “I like it.”
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