Kinktober Day Eighteen: Daddy / Masturbation

Tony - Steve (MCU)
Daddy kink / masturbation / cock cage / denial / large dildo
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Kinks are...complex things. There are many abounding theories as to how they develop. Some thing they are the result of a trauma. Others feels the develop over time through exposure or stimuli, positive and negative reinforcement. For what it's worth, kinks and fetishes don't always seem to develop due to a sexual encounter. A great many of them carry deep, psychological meaning which might only make sense or have any significance to the person. For the most part, so long as everyone is of age, everything is consenting, and no one is getting hurt (at least not any more than they're directly asking for) most people leave the theories to psychologists and simply enjoy the recreational aspects of it.
 
But that should not suggest that they aren't aware of a deeper meaning.
 
Tony, for his part, was fully aware there had to be something at least a little fucked up about all this.  
 
He was sure it had something, if not everything, to do with his turbulent relationship to Howard. At the end of the day, didn't everything? He life long pursuit of  his father's approval, which of course could not be obtained posthumously, was now an obsession he allowed to take up permanent residence in the corners of his mind Tony usually prefer to drink away.  Did.
 
This had not gotten better with the reality that Captain America, the father figure he'd idolized as a child, coming back from the dead like some kind of frozen Adonis. Those were some long nights in the Avengers tower, thinking about Steve in the gym, or worse, being alone in the locker room with him and firmly facing the wall. There were a lot of cold showers until he managed to get a handle on that situation.
 
And then the whole...Bucky situation.   
 
Tony had not yet come to terms with that. He wasn't sure he could.   
 
So he did what any man of forty with a shred of common sense and an active libido did. He jerked off till he passed out.   
 
He was really going for broke tonight. Like a man with an itch too deep to ever be scratched, he had waited until Pepper was gone and Happy was home for the night. He'd given his future wife a phone call wishing her a good night, gone up to Steve's room in the tower, and locked the door behind him.
 
The maids had kept the place spotless. Perfectly pristine just in case...
 
Well Tony wasn't going to think about just in case right now. Like a teenage sneaking out of the house at midnight, he'd squirreled away a few things in here so he wouldn't have to carry them through the tower in the open. He laid down a towel over the bed and fished the dildo out from under the bathroom sink. He'd seen Steve naked. It didn't take a genius to serve through a few websites and find a pretty damn close replica of Captain America's prick.   
 
He placed the toy behind himself, trusting the wide balls at the bottom to keep it fairly balanced while he worked. He dimmed the lights and closed his eyes, letting himself drift into the fantasy world he needed right now. No judgments, at least not until after he came. Tony looked up and imagined Steve standing t the foot of the bed, looking down at him with strict disappointment. 

~You've been a very bad boy, haven't you Tony?~
 
His mouth was wet, thinking of those blue eyes boring into his skull, the rippling muscles of Steve's arms crossed. “Y-yes, Daddy.”   
 
~I'm disappointed in you. You know I expect better.~

Tony hung his head and nodded. “I know. I'm sorry, Daddy. I-I'll try harder next time.”
 
~I know you will. But that doesn't mean you're going to escape punishment now.~
 
Tony took the lubricant and fumbled with it, managing to get a dollop on his fingers without dropping it before caressing between his ass cheeks and probing them. “Yes, Sir. I'm so sorry.” He looked up, eyelashes fluttering as he breached with the first finger and gasped. “I want to be punished.” He had intended to draw things out, really let himself enjoy it. But really, he never could. Just the knowledge of what he was going to do with his night alone was enough to make him flush and horny all day long. Tony ground his hips back and forced a second finger in, hissing at the sharp pain. “Aha! Y-yes, Daddy. I deserve it.” He rammed both fingers in and mewled at the ache. 

~Thats right you do. But don't worry. I'm here to take care of you, Tony. Daddies don't stop loving their naughty boys.~
 
Tony shuddered, pulling his fingers apart, working them open impatiently. He looked back at the head of the cock and knew he'd have to do better than this if he wanted to please Steve. He lowered his head, thinking of Steve putting one of those large, strong hands on the back of his scalp, holding him in place, showing him where he belonged, applying the loving discipline only he was capable of. 

~You've gotten better since I put you in your new present, haven't you.~
 
He moaned and nodded, looking down between his thighs at the cage baring down on his dick. The confinement was an unrelenting reminder of self control, something he'd never really been good at on his own. Tony knew that under his desk, there was a timed lock box holding the only key to this contraption. He'd intentionally made it while drunk and thrown out the code because he knew he'd lack the courage to do so if he was sober. He never used it while Pepper was home. Only when he had the place to himself. Only when he could let Steve torment him like this without interruption. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you for giving your boy rules.”   
 
~You're welcome, Tony. Now, start getting to work on my cock.~
 
“Yes Sir.” Tony gasped, withdrawing his fingers and leaning back, the blunt tip at his entry.

~Tony?~

“Yes, Sir?

~Do naughty boys get to cum?~

Tony gasped, the spreading heat stealing his breath away. “AH! N-no, Daddy!”