Title: New Toys
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Length: ~1300 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: also tackling seasonofkink with this one hitting the 3 kink prompts chosen from their list: bondage/restraints, impact pain play, first time. Peter is aged up – college age.
Summary: Tony introduces Peter to some new impact play toys.

Peter stood, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the storm outside. Rain pelted the glass like it wanted to get inside and away from the thunder and lightning. He could tell it would be chilly if he were to step outside. Fortunately the MIT hoodie he'd borrowed from Tony was nice and warm.

As were the arms that curled around him from behind. He tipped his head to the side when Tony's chin rested on his shoulder. He whispered a soft 'hi'.

"Since the weather isn't good for going out, I thought we could try something new in the playroom if you're up for it," Tony said.

The corner of Peter's mouth tipped up. Tony was always coming up with new ideas. Sometimes in the workshop. Sometimes in the playroom. Peter loved it.

"What did you have in mind?"

Tony grinned and stepped back from Peter. "Come on and find out."

They went through their preparation routine, then moved to the room Tony had spent many hours creating toys for. Everything in the room had been designed and built by Tony or Tony and Peter together. Some because Tony couldn't find pieces to do what he wanted, others because he needed to construct things to accommodate Peter's superpowers.

"What do you think about trying some bondage mixed with a little impact play?" Tony asked.

Peter studied Tony. Glanced around at the items in the room. "Impact how?"

Soft, gentle, understanding, Tony answered, "I was thinking floggers and crops. I know paddles don't work for you. So, maybe something different would do it."

It was adorable to Peter when Tony was dancing around some of his limits and uncertainties, trying to figure out if they were full hard limits against all elements of something, or a little bit of neophobia they needed to explore. He liked how much care Tony took walking through all of these things with him.

"I like it. How hard?"

"No marks. I just want your skin nice and pink when I'm done with you." The leer on Tony's face was positively wicked. Peter wanted to be naked and strapped down already.

Peter crossed to the toy rack and dragged his fingers along the tails of the floggers on the wall display. They were all made with the best materials. "Tony, did you make these?" he asked.

Tony nodded. "Every last one. I've even been practicing using them so I do it right."

"You're amazing, you know that?" he told Tony. "Can we start?"

A nod. Then Tony drew his shoulders back and motioned around the room. "Select your apparatus, then please take off your clothes."

The way Tony's voice deepened with his commands made Peter's knees weak. And even though the words were commands, they weren't harsh and demanding. Just firm. Peter loved it. Every. Single. Time.

Stripped out of his clothes, that Tony made him leave in a rumpled pile rather than folding them, he pondered his options. They had two different cross-frames and spanking benches. He selected a custom piece Tony had designed that could be manipulated to put Peter into any number of positions. It was great for making sure he was comfortable or for using his flexibility.

He nodded to Tony to indicate his decision. Tony happily secured Peter into place. Skimmed his fingers over Peter's naked skin, making him shiver. He then adjusted Peter in the frame to face away from him. To start, he smoothed his his hands across Peter's shoulders. Slowly, he stepped up to light slaps that would warm the skin.

"Would you like me to warm up your ass as well?" he asked as he tapped fingers against the well-defined biceps of Peter's left arm.

"Yes, please, sir," he responded, grateful Tony had asked first. He wasn't always comfortable with bare hands smacking his ass. And Tony always remembered.

Thunder clashed loudly overhead alongside the first slap Tony landed on Peter's ass. Rather dramatic of the weather, in Peter's opinion. But it did match the excited thudding in his chest. Flogging was a new element for him. It interested him in a way that regular paddles never had. The fact that Tony had made the collection of floggers they were going to use made it even better.

"You're always so good for me, Pete," Tony whispered, sliding his hands down Peter's chest, over his nipples, then back to his shoulders.

"I try to be, sir."

"I'll be right back," Tony promised as he stepped away to get the flogger from the hook on the wall. "Now, I'll start with just a couple hits so you know what it feels like. If you like it, tell me and I'll keep going."

Peter nodded and let Tony know he was ready. He took a deep breath and let his body relax. He trusted Tony. Knew he would never do anything Peter didn't want. And Tony loved trying new things as much as Peter did. It was part of why they worked so well.

Settled in, Peter waited for the first strike of the flogger against his skin. When it landed across his shoulders, he knew it was coming, but it still startled him a little. The tails hit with a combination thud-sting. Nothing sharp, but enough to feel. A perfect first strike. The second one felt much the same, but startled him less. "Can you do a few more, please?"

"Still the shoulders or somewhere else?" Tony asked and Peter could hear the smile in his voice.

"Whatever works. The shoulders are good, but legs too would be fine, I think." Wherever Tony picked, Peter would drink up every sensation and process.

Tony's next slap was across Peter's ass and thigh – first one, then the other. Back to his shoulders and upper back, then down again. Only a few more to give Peter a chance to experience a bit before he really got started. Or quit, if that's how Peter played it.

Peter could feel the rising heat on his skin. The warm tingles spreading across his body. "I actually really liked that, sir. I'm sure I can take a few minutes at least."

Stepping forward, Tony brushed a kiss to the back of Peter's neck. "Such a good boy. I'll go for a while. If it gets to be too much, you know how to stop."

Back to his previous location, Tony readied the flogger, gave it a few practice flicks, then began thwacking the tails against Peter's skin. He concentrated primarily on the shoulders and upper back, only occasionally dipping down to Peter's beautiful ass and strong thighs. He wanted Peter to enjoy the entire experience and not get thrown off-center with something he wasn't comfortable with.

As he slowed down, Peter spoke up, "No, keep going please, sir." Who was Tony to deny such a beautiful request?

He kept the flogger moving, slapping against Peter's skin. More and more strokes until the skin was a healthy deep pink. Watching closely, he slowed his hits, then stopped altogether when the skin of Peter's back looked like it was tipping just a little too far into red. The soft, piteous whimper told him he'd stopped at just the right time – while it still felt good. Leaving Peter wanting more.

Hanging the flogger on a hook on the frame, Tony moved his hands to Peter's tender skin. It served two purposes, checking for potential injuries (even if they'd heal fairly quickly), and getting to touch Peter again.

"How do you feel, Pete?"

The initial response was a warm contented sound as he tried to lean back against Tony. Hand brushing over Peter's hair, Tony chuckled lightly. "I see. Feel good, do we?" Another affirmative. "Guess we're done then." This time, Peter whimpered. "Okay, fine. If you want me to, I'll make use of this delicious body, but if you come before I say, I'll have to think up something sinister for you."

"Mmm, thank you, sir."