At the End.

[quigonejinn]

The way to get Tony Stark to do almost anything is to promise him that he's going to come really, really hard at the end of it.

Which occasionally defeats the point of teaching him a lesson or discipline or self-restraint, but Obadiah isn't really going to complain.

...

Promise Tony Stark a good time, and he'll take his clothes off. Promise him a really good time, and barely any liquor is required before he takes his clothes off. Promise him an exceptionally good time, even if no words are actually involved, back it up with a history of fucking his brains out, and he'll tilt his head to one side while a collar goes around his neck and keep reasonably quiet.

It doesn't keep him from trying to slide a finger between the collar and his neck. One of the benefits of a custom-fitted collar combined with straightening Tony's ties for thirty years.

"You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're not serious."

"You're the one naked on the floor."

Tony considers it for a moment. They're at Tony's place, as usual, and yes, Tony is also kneeling. Obadiah watches three hundred plus -- the scale stopped making sense after that point and it was fifteen years ago, anyways, to prove to the Board that two years of snorting coke of the stomachs of Lithuanian models hadn't damaged the Stark brain -- IQ points run up against the logic and a reasonably accurate description of the situation, try to scale them, then sit back down in defeat. So Tony switches over to wit.

"Tell me you bought a kennel at least. Or."

His eyes light up, and for the first time since coming up the stairs, Tony actually looks interested. He gets that crooked grin that runs up from one side of his mouth. "Yeah, some dog bones. You have to have gotten some. Come on, Obie. I know your sense of humor."

He's pleased with himself even though the joke is completely stupid, and Obadiah backhands him.

When Tony opens his eyes again, they look entirely different.

The grin is different, too.

...

Obadiah follows the backhand with half of a blowjob. Half, not more, not less. Tony sits on the edge of the bed; Obadiah sucks him halfway off, then steps back, and Tony opens his eyes. It's the same expression as after getting backhanded, really, but with extra color on the cheeks and a way of tilting his chin up a little. Obadiah didn't backhand him hard enough to leave a bruise; the ring on the front of the collar hangs right between the collarbones.

There isn't anything wet on Obadiah's face outside of the inside of his lips, so Tony licks his mouth and makes his lips wet.

"And this time, I'm supposed to -- "

Obadiah doesn't say anything. Instead, he goes around to the other side of the bed -- Tony turns to look -- and gets out a thing of lube and a condom and tosses them onto the bed. Tony looks at them, looks up.

"That's all? Predictable, Obie. You sure it's -- "

Obadiah clicks the leash on. Tony looks down the length of it, runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, just behind the lower lip, thinking about saying something, and then Obadiah chokes up on the leash so that his fist is an inch from Tony's chin. He doesn't pull on the leash, though: he lifts up in the back, on the ring back there, but Tony still ends up in a pile on the floor.

He's about six inches from Obadiah's shoes. Light brown. Calfskin.

Tooled around the eyes for the shoelaces.

...

Blowing Tony didn't didn't get Obadiah hard at all. Having Tony on the end of a leash does, though.

...

Getting backhanded makes Tony hard. Getting a blowjob makes him harder. Having it interrupted and seeing lube and a condom get tossed on the bed makes him think he could come with about a dozen good strokes on his cock, and he's just about finished running the math on how close he could get to coming and how fast Obadiah would be on him and the kind of fucking he'd be likely to get --

Tony doesn't really feel much about the leash one way or the other. He runs his mouth over the leather, then undoes the shoelaces of the right, then the left. He neatly licks his way along the side, just above the sole, moving inside to trail his tongue along the instep, but laughing under his breath after undoing the left shoelace gets him hauled up to cock level.

He tilts his head up a little more, makes eye contact with Obadiah. Tony grins, licks his lips, and Obadiah unzips in Tony's face.

...

Tony swallows and gets his reward: Obadiah puts him face down, hands tied in the small of his back with the re-clipped leash straight down the back along the spine. Obadiah fingerfucks Tony until he's howling and wriggling backwards and arching and doing anything in the world to get another finger into him. Obadiah pulls all his fingers out; Tony whines and almost wriggles off the bed, but Obadiah hauls him back by the ring of the collar, and it's something about being arched back on his knees and having his hands tied behind him and Obadiah snarling hard in his ear and yes, Tony will admit, the collar, goddammit, the collar -- Obadiah runs one palm down Tony's front from collar to stomach, and Tony comes, bucking against thin air.

...

"What are you doing with that?"

"Putting it in a drawer."

"The new assistant. What's her name. She'll see it."

Obadiah doesn't answer. Tony falls asleep without thinking about it any more. Pepper, four weeks onto the job, finds it there, sees the STARK stitched in the back in white thread with the leash tucked insi --

"Leave it," a voice says, and she looks over and Obadiah is standing in the door of the room. He's holding a glass of Scotch by the top, and the smile on his face makes her feel a -- well, uncomfortable.

...

The way to get Tony Stark to do almost anything is to promise him that he's going to come really, really hard at the end of it. Which almost always defeats the point of teaching him a lesson, but by the time Tony is thirty-two, Obadiah, in fact, pretty much given up on trying to teach Tony anything.

It just takes him a while to decide what to do with Tony after that.

Comments

[th-esaurus.livejournal.com]

OKAY SERIOUSLY

JUST THE IMAGE OF TONY GETTING YANKED ABOUT BY THE SCRUFF OF HIS NECK - BY THE RING OH MAN -

YOU DID GOOD ;__;

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

GLAD THAT I DID. COLLARFIC IS NOT REALLY ONE OF MY KINKS, BUT I TRIED TO THINK OF THINGS THAT WOULD BE HOT TO YOU.

[dafnap.livejournal.com]

Oh jesus, what is it with you and last lines?

It just takes him a while to decide what to do with Tony after that.

Way to snap the lens over all that crack and make it look dangerously close to canon, fuck

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, considering what else you and I have been cracking out on this week, Tony wearing a collar and licking Obadiah's shoes is practically in the goddamn movie.

[amonitrate.livejournal.com]

duuude.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

:>>>>>

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was a pretty, pretty image. Several, in fact. :DDD Hot and wrong and v. pretty. Collars DO that to Tony.

*burbles and squees*

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think Tony has the coloring to wear them. :>

[montana-crows.livejournal.com]

O FUCK.

WOW.

The collar, goddammit, the collar.

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

ILU like Tony loves getting beat up.

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

THAT IS A WHOLE LOT OF LOVE.

[notexotic.livejournal.com]

THE LAST LINE HOLY SHIT

[quigonejinn.livejournal.com]

GLAD TO OBLIGE.