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It all started with an argument, like always. Steve was furious because Tony disobeyed orders on the field, and Tony was livid because he knew he's plan was better, and it worked exactly as he predicted. The rest of the avengers were tired of hearing their leaders fighting after every battle so they decided a competition was in order. The loser would have to admit the other was right and respect his decisions on field. Great so far right? Of course that's when Clint opened his big mouth
" Guys, that's not enough, the loser will just be pissed and won't be discouraged to start a fight there has to be some kind of punishment." That started a whole new discussion, where obviously Captain righteous disagreed because the loser would be humiliated, Tony wasn't keen on a punishment himself, but he didn't want to agree with the capsicle so he forced it out
" Come on Cap, afraid to lose? We are all a team after all it will be good for bonding." He said sarcastically watching Steve roll his eyes.
Clint and Natasha agreed with Tony, both Tony was sure just wanted to see someone squirming and have some fun. Bruce obviously was against it and thought the team was being immature. Although personally if that's what it would take for Steve and Tony stop butting heads maybe it would be worth it. That left the decision with Thor who loudly proclaimed the competitions were the best way to settle disagreements between warriors. After much disagreement and a few asgardian meads later it was decided that the next day, Tony and Steve were to play poker and the loser would receive 15 spakings in front of the team. The person would have to be naked with the exception of the under wear the would stay just to cover the front. ___________________________//______________________//______________________________________
And that's how Tony Stark found himself the next day leading the unusually quiet avengers to one of the rooms in the tower asking JARVIS to black out the windows and making himself comfortable on the ottoman so he could spank Captain America. He was still in shock over his victory and hadn't made a single comment, not even a joke, he's state seemed to be the same of his teammates for they too were silent and just following after arriving in the room Tony put on he's showman mask " Ladies and gentlemen if you'd please take your seats the show will begin shortly"
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Steve couldn't believe what just happened, he lost, he actually lost and he was about to be spanked by Tony Stark. He wanted to snark back at Stark for the show comment but he can't pretend if the roles were reversed he wouldn't be happy to finally teach Stark a lesson. After seeing all he's teammates taking a seat he put he's captain America face on, for he was sure to maintain what little dignity he could. When the boxers were the only think left and he could feel the cold air of the room Stark gestured with his hand and said imperialist
" Come on capsicle, over my lap like a good boy." Steve decided not to answer and just get it over with. " Now capcake, the total agreed was 15 correct?" Steve murmured an agreement, too humiliated to speak any louder. "I can't hear you cap, how many spankings would you like?" Steve gritted his teeth over the amusement he could hear on the engineer's voice. " 15" Steve grunted out " Very well, let's begin"
The first one took Steve by surprise, it actually hurt, not for long obviously but he wasn't quite expecting the sting, he's mother had never spanked him, preferring a stern lecture. The second and third were much of the same, the forth however caught him a little lower, close to his tights and he jolted in surprise feeling something other than pain. Sixth hit the same place harder and Steve bit his lip against a gasp, it felt dare he say it good. To his horror he felt his cock twitch. Dear lord not now! please not now. He thought. He willed Stark to hurry up, and end this before he was humiliated beyond mesure, but after delivering to more to the same place in each cheeks, Stark being the bane of his existence stoped.
" Shit, my hands are actually hurting, we should have especified a riding crop, maybe one of my gauntlets" Steve who had gotten half hard after the eighth spanking wasn't helped by the thought of iron man's gauntlets and tried picturing Fury in a tutu to help matters, unfortunately being distracted he didn't predict the next blow that hit even lower causing the tips of Stark' s fingers to touch his testicules causing his full blown erection to hit Starks leg, and Stark to gasp. With his face burning Steve waited for the tauting and joking, but what he got was the next to spanking in the same place even sharper , driving him forward even as Stark's leg shifted minutely. Steve drew in a sharp breath as his cock hit Stark's thigh once more, nearly tearing a moan of pleasure from him.
He bit his lip hard to suppress it.;Lord, his arse was a mass of fire, but he had never been so hard in his life. Even worse, he had a bizarre urge to spread his legs and let Starl spank him harder... and touch him... "Eleven," Stark whispered before he struck.
Steve braced himself, but inhaled in surprise when two things happened simultaneously. First was the delicious friction of his cock slamming into Stark's leg, but after the crack of pain on his arse, Steve felt Stark's fingertips scrape over his testicles and then slide quickly up his arse crack. He shuddered and reflexively pushed into Stark's thigh once more, desperate for more contact on his aching, throbbing erection.
Dear lord, Stark had;touched him and he now was humping Starks leg. Steve would never hear the end of it. He was doomed. He would have to leave the avengers, maybe go back to the ice.
Steve nearly sobbed as the final blow landed, followed by another touch to his swollen testicles and an upward brush that actually grazed his arsehole. Steve almost came at the contact. His arse felt like he had sat on a hive of bees and even the cool air felt painful. Despite that, Steve shivered with the need for release. His breath came in harsh half-sobs.
"Shows over, everybody out, Steve deserves privacy now" every one seemed to stunned to question Stark and soon it was just them. Stark, grabbed Steves chin and turned his face to him " Look, you have two options, you ask me to leave and I'll go and let you sort yourself, no questions asked, or i could give you a hand no strings attached. Steve could only stare at him, it was a terrible idea he knew, but lookin at stark with his hair falling in his face, his hand messaging Steves abused cheecks, all he wanted to do was say yes .