TW: E- Violence and a lil bit of smut
Driven by the grief of his father’s death, Dr. Anthony Stark sought to understand the dualities of man, believing that evil is what caused his father to succumb to madness.
After years of research, the doctor believed he had finally discovered the cure, an elixir that would allow for the separation of good from evil in an effort to eliminate darkness from all of mankind.
After finding some success with animal testing, the scientist made his case to the hospital’s Board of Governors, seeking approval to begin testing on humans. Believing his work to be blasphemy, the board rejected his proposal. They left laughing, calling him a heretic, calling him crazy.
Upset to see his long-time mentor so distraught, Peter Parker offered himself to the man to use as a test subject, his only stipulation being that Dr. Stark would ensure his sickly aunt is taken care of if he dies.
Dr. Stark had met Peter when he was barely a teenager after catching him breaking into his lab. When he discovered that the boy wasn’t stealing and was just desperate to learn, the doctor took him under his wing…
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Peter had grown up poor, his family barely making ends meet. The older man had offered to pay him for his assistance in the lab, but the boy was stubborn and refused, citing that any tasks he did for the doctor were in exchange for the lessons the man was teaching him, something he would never have been able to afford himself.
Dr. Stark found it admirable but refused his offer. Over the several years he had mentored Peter, he had grown very fond of him.
Too fond.
Peter had grown into an intelligent and quick-witted young man with a beauty that he found himself salivating over. He couldn’t control how his hands found their way to the boy’s warm skin during lessons; never inappropriate touches, but ones that served no purpose other than to feed his demons.
He knew that he could have the boy bent over his desk at the snap of his finger, but he swore he would never give in to that temptation and would take his impure thoughts to his grave. Peter may have been an adult now, but it was still a carnal sin and a line he would not cross. This promise, however, was not enough to keep his ex-fiancée, Virginia Potts, by his side.
It was these lewd thoughts that made it clear to him exactly what he needed to do; he needed to use the serum on himself.
It was a perfect plan. Not only would he be able to rid himself of his wicked desperation for Peter, but he could also avenge his good name with those who had called him crazy.
Dr. Stark didn’t dare tell anyone of his plans, especially not Peter. He knew the boy would argue and make him change his mind, having Stark wrapped around his finger with his puppy dog eyes.
It was deep in the night, long after Peter had returned home, when he gave himself the first injection.
5 centiliters of the scarlet red liquid, a hope to save mankind.
It began with a feeling of euphoria, a little lightheadedness. No noticeable behavioral differences.
The man began to wonder if perhaps it hadn’t worked. Maybe he needed to check–
In one instance, he felt a stabbing in his gut. The air escaped from his lungs as he keeled over, clutching himself. He had never felt pain like this before, like he was being ripped apart by a wild beast trapped in his chest.
It was death, it had to be. That was the only possible explanation for the agony. His mind began to dredge up his life’s regrets, all the things he had suppressed.
He regretted not doing more to help the world. He regretted not seeing the look on the Board’s face after proving them wrong… he regretted not knowing what Peter tasted like, first from his lips and then from his cock.
But the more he conjured the dark thoughts, the less guilty he felt. It was only when he let go, allowing his ideas to run rampant, that the pain began to subside.
Actually, not only was he no longer feeling like he was mere seconds from death, he was beginning to feel… good.
Better than good.
He felt…alive.
It was as if he was seeing the world for the very first time. As he gazed at his own reflection in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the man looking back.
He looked wild, feral…sinful.
When the word popped into his mind, an epiphany fell over him. Stark had not rid himself of evil. Not at all. He had instead transformed into Evil itself; every depraved and immoral thought that had once been barricaded by the humanity within him had sprung free from its confinements.
He watched the man looking back at him in the mirror grin, ever so pleased with the new development.
A pang abruptly hit him. Not from pain or guilt, but from a hunger, a need to give in to all of the temptations that had plagued him in his overly mundane existence.
Peter…
The animal inside him gnashed its teeth, guiding him to go find the boy and give in to every indecent fantasy that had haunted him.
Stark knew approximately where Peter lived based on past descriptions, but he had never actually been there, feeling that it would have been inappropriate.
But now it felt perfect.
Stark wandered around the streets for a while, hoping that something would seem familiar from Peter’s stories. He had almost given up hope when he came across a neighborhood brothel.
The people of the nearby towns were fast asleep, tucked in their warm beds. The brothel, however, was awake, catering to its patrons with its women of the evening. It may not have been what he really wanted, but perhaps he could find an appetizer before the main course.
Stark had arrived at the perfect time, just as the girls began a performance to lure men in, like sirens of the night. They danced for the men, demonstrating how lithe and flexible they could be for the right price.
He debated bedding one of the whores, searching for a pretty face in the group as they moved provocatively to music. Until he saw him.
Amongst the ladies of the evening, dressed in a corset and not much else, was a boy, moving just as delicately as the other whores, advertising his services.
Peter…
With his aunt sickly and unable to work, Peter turned to the only way he could think of to make money. He was too prideful to take Dr. Stark’s handouts and still too uneducated for much else. He had nothing to sell but his body.
Stark’s mouth began to water, moving in on the boy the moment their routine had finished. He waited for a reaction; he waited for Peter to recognize him and fall into despair about his mentor discovering his secret.
But Peter looked at him with barely a flicker of recognition in his wide doe eyes. And when he paid the boy handsomely up front, he knew he could do anything he wanted to him.
Peter had blushed like a virgin when Stark took his sweet time staring at the boy’s naked form with such scrutiny, as if he were trying to have the image burned into his eyelids.
At first, everything was poised and polite, until Peter had inched close enough to Stark to place a hand over his cock that was straining against his trousers. It was as if the boy had control over the beast that had taken over Stark’s body, and the first touch was the command for him to be freed from his shackles.
All restraint the older man had cultivated over the years was nowhere to be found. As he thrust his cock into Peter and heard a moan of both pleasure and pain, he couldn’t even remember why he hadn’t been doing this all along.
Peter may have been a whore, but he was still unbelievably tight around him, especially with a lack of any prep. Stark held the boy against him by the neck as he repeatedly drove his length into his hole over and over. The sounds of Peter’s cries were just fuel that only made him pick up speed.
Even after the boy had spilled from his own cock, Stark’s steady thrusts never wavered. He moved the boy like a ragdoll, pushing and bending him into any shape just so he could plunge into his heat at a new angle.
Peter had come once more by the time Stark finally filled the boy with his seed. Peter had moved stiffly, tear tracks running down his face as he collected the rest of his coins from the older man. Stark grinned, looking forward to seeing him unable to sit down the following day when he arrived for his lesson.
If they had lessons.
He hoped that this transformation was a permanent one, even if it meant he would no longer have Peter as his protégé. At that moment, he preferred him as a cockwarmer than a student.
As Stark began to head home, he noticed a man exiting the brothel ahead of him. He had looked familiar, but he found it challenging to tell in the darkness.
When they finally reached an empty street with a street lamp, Stark was confident that he was walking behind one of the Board of Governors who had laughed at him.
Rage crashed over him, still feeling the sting of humiliation he had experienced. They had accused him of being sacrilegious when one of their own was fucking whores in his spare time?
The hypocrisy saw him seeing red.
Technically, the blade he had tucked away in his belt, slitting the man’s throat, is what truly made him see red.
Stark grinned as he strolled home, pleased with himself while leaving the bastard to bleed out on the street.
Adrenaline pumping wildly through his veins, Stark had almost reached home when he finally collapsed.
Dr. Stark woke up the next morning to the sun beaming through his eyelids. When memories began to replay in his mind…memories of Peter’s mouth and hot skin…memories of the Board members’ blood as it trickled down his knife…memories of letting Evil take control, he felt true terror of what he had unleashed.
