All For Research

“Pepper! Pepper, listen to me!” Tony Stark’s voice echoed throughout his private bar, as he paced with a glass at hand. He walked towards the counter in front of a massive wall of every bottle of alcohol money could buy. “I know I missed the~ Wait! Don’t hang up, pleas~” He slammed his phone onto the counter, sliding into a barstool in defeat. His hands gripped his whiskey. “I can’t believe this day.”

At that instant, a bottle of wine shot past Tony’s head. He looked up and checked back. “What the hell…” He checked where it came from. On his wall, he could see a tiny figure standing in the empty space that now shattered wine bottle once stood. “Are you kidding me?!?”

“Tony!” The tiny figure shouted and jumped towards Tony. In a flash, it changed form and grew to human size in mid-air, in an attempt to land a punch. Tony rolled out of the way.

“Hank, I’m really not in the mood for this.”

“You took my research, Tony!” Ant-man barked at him. “Do you know how long I had been working on that project?”

“Too long. That’s the problem, Hank. The Avengers needed it done about 5 months ago. I just gave it to a team that can handle it better than you can.”

Hank opened his mask. “Damn you, Stark. You steal every project just for the glory. I shouldn’t have been surprised you’d pull this.”

“Then what do you want? Want me to cancel the project, give up all effort we made, and give it right back to you? Is that what it takes for you to leave me alone?”

“No.” Hank closed his mask back. “I just want to take it all out on you.”

Tony laughed as he reached over for a bottle of vodka from his shelf. He took a quick swig. “Let’s make this a game, Pym. You and me. No size shifting, no Iron Man suits. Just man to man. You think you got a shot.”

“I’ve got more than a shot, Stark.” Hank began removing his belt and parts of his suit, removing anything that would help him change in size.

Tony walked around the bar counter to come face to face with Hank. “Then bring it on, Flick.” Hank threw a punch, which Tony caught and countered with a punch to the gut. Pym stepped back in pain. “Come on.” Tony taunted. “You clearly have way more rage built up in you than me. Show me. Go full Hulk.”

Hank charged toward Tony, throwing a few punches. Two exchanged blows back and forth. Hank managed to land a solid punch across Tony’s face. Falling back from the punch, Tony took one of his barstools and slammed it over Pym’s head. Stunned, he couldn’t prepare himself to block and uppercut from Stark. The blow knocked him onto the floor on his back. Hank had become dazed. His vision could only barely make out a blur of Tony sitting on top of him, about to punch him one last time. The punch knocked Hank out cold.

“Idiot.” Tony spat. He got up for another drink. Rubbing his forehead from a growing headache, he glanced at the unconscious Ant-man. “Come on, Pym. Let’s get you rested.” Tony leaned over Pym and picked him up over his shoulders. Walking through his empty house with Hank, he struggled to make his way upstairs with such weight. “I’m hoping it's the suit and not you, buddy.”

He finally dropped him onto his bed. “Alright… Let’s get this mask off of you.” Tony began removing Hank’s mask. “I’m drunk and tilt as hell, Hank. You picked a wrong time to come at me like this, but… Wake up tomorrow morning, and I’ll talk to you about the proj~” He paused at the sight of Hank’s face. Pym’s face was tired and sad, as if his unconscious self knew he had failed. Tony dug his fingers into Hank’s blonde hair, and then rushed in for a kiss. The kisses were fast but dug deep. Tony placed his entire weight on Ant-man, causing his suit to stretch and squeak. Kissing his neck, he began sliding his hands on the hero’s inner thighs.

Tony suddenly stopped and then smiled. He reached over towards the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Turning Hank over, he began handcuffing Pym’s hands behind his back. He rolled Pym back over and returned to kissing him. His hands reached to Pym’s neck as he began unzipping the front zipper of his suit, revealing a tight black undershirt. As Tony began gropping his pecs, Hank slowly came to. “...T-... Tony?” Tony didn’t hear his voice. Hank looked down and noticed Tony kissing and squeezing his chest. “Tony?!?”

Stark looked up in shock. Without a second thought, he jumped back towards his nightstand for another item. “Tony, what the hell are you doing?!? Let me g~” Before he could finish that sentence, Tony slammed a ball gag into his mouth. He sat behind him and began connecting the ball gag. “Ooof… Ackk...”

Tony’s hands wrapped around him and cupped each of his pecs. “I’ll give you credit, Hank.” He reached down and began pulling up his undershirt, stretching it over Hank’s head. His pale yet curvaceous pecs flexed with his breathing. “Yours are bigger than mine.” Hank squirmed as Tony began kissing his neck and exploring his body. Hank whined within his gag, closing his eyes in defeat. “What have we here?” Hank opened his eyes again. He could see his dick erect in his suit. Tony forced him to look him in the eye. “Are you enjoying this, Hank?” Tony had a huge grin on his face. Hank blushed and looked away in shame. “If that’s the case!”

Tony immediately got up, causing Hank to fall back and onto the pillows. Hank watched as Tony began stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Hank’s eyes widened and began nodding his head in refusal. “Nuh…. Nuh!” He cringed as Tony yanked the pants portion of his suit off and began gripping is dick.

Tony held Hank’s dick close to his face, like a microphone. “Hello. I’d like to dedicate this song to Dr. Pym.” Hank looked unamused. “It’s a love song. Many of you will know it. Sing along with me if you know the words.” Tony immediately gave a big, long lick to the ‘microphone’. Hank’s eyes fluttered with pleasure as he struggled to resist. His whines turned orgasmic as Tony change from tongue to whole mouth. Hank tried to control his breathing, but it was so much for him. Tony was stroking and sucking together.

Hank tried to speak through the gag. “Im hmmming…”

Tony continued to blow him with an “Mmmhmm.” Hank squirmed and cried as he came into Tony’s mouth. He swallowed everything, without a pause. Upon completion, Tony looked at Hank in disappointment. “What the hell, Hank? That was like… a minute and a half. I’ve had a longer piss. Several in fact!” He looked at Hank, who was dripping in sweat down to his chest. “Are you that easy?” He walked towards his nightstand. “Well, I can’t say I’m that easy.” He pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

Hank watched and rolled his eyes. He whined loudly.

“Let me see what we are working with here.” Tony lifted Hank’s legs. “Damn… I didn’t think someone could be this tight.” He said as he began lubing Hank up. Hank grunted as Tony pushed his legs up.

Hank tried to speak through his gag. “To--neee… To~ AAAAAAAAAH!” He arched his back in pain from the first penetration. The slow grind had begun.

Tony was carrying each of Hank’s legs on his shoulders. “Come on, Hank. It’s not that bad.” He picked up speed. Hank grunted with each plunge. Tony chuckled. “Your tits are jiggling.” Hank grunted angrily. “Sorry, do not want me calling them tits?” He grunted again. “What are you saying?”

Tony yanked off Hank’s ballgag. Hank caught his breath and spoke. “I hate you.”

“You what?” Tony dug in deeper.

“NNNNNGGG! I… I LOVE YOU! JUST PULL OUT, PLEASE!” Hank begged. However, Tony covered his mouth with his hands. “MMMMMPH!” The grind got harder. “MMMMMMPH!!!”

Tony leaned in, continuing to pound him. He removed his hand and locked lips with him. Hank tried to look away, but Tony forced him to face him. Hank moaned into his lips. Tony released the kiss and looked at him. Hank’s hair was disheveled and drenched in sweat. His eyes were wet from the tears of stress. His lips were quivering in worry and ecstacy. “Okay, okay…” Tony said in defeat. “I’ll finish.” Tony leaned back and sped up the grind. Tony closed his eyes as his breathing deepened.

Hank moaned. “Tony… Please… Tony!” The sound of his whines made Tony orgasm. Tony yelped as he came inside. Hank squirmed and gawked as he could feel it inside.

Tony practically fell off the bed. He looked at Hank, who had folded his legs to the side to hide his pleasure. He rested in bed in defeat. Tony smirked. “I’m gonna shower real quick.”

“What… WAIT!” Hank yelled. “The cuffs!”

“You can still walk, Hank. I’ll remove the cuffs when I’m done.” Tony walked towards the door. “...I’m giving you an invitation to my team to work on the project…”

“...Tony…”

“For once, swallow your pride and work with us.” Tony left Hank there, contemplating everything he went through.