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Peter Parker was frustrated.

As he paced around the cell, he began to wonder if father-
Norman intended to keep him locked in this windowless cell until he�d go insane
like him. His head hurt, his body hurt though he didn�t know why, he was
completely naked save for his boxers and he had no idea of what was going on
outside, or for how long he�d been trapped here to begin with. There were
occasional trays of food slipped in through a flap in the door, but he never
saw who they came from, nor did he ever hear anyone from the outside address
him save for when Norman himself came to visit with that doctor, whose name by
now he�d gathered to be Miles Warren.

The fact that there were lapses, blank spots in his memory
didn�t help either. To start with he couldn�t remember much of what actually
happened during any of Norman�s
visits. Peter had ruled out torture as one of the likely events since there
were never any real lasting marks on his body. What was infuriating now was
that there were times when his tongue would slip and he would refer to Norman
as �father�.

What sick game was Norman Osborn playing with him?

His pacing came to an abrupt stop as the answer suddenly
occurred to him. That night�God knew how long ago it was now, when he�d
confronted Norman Osborn, that bastard had mentioned something about Harry
needing �the best hypnotherapy money can buy�.

Peter realized with horror that they were probably doing the
same thing to him. And with those memory lapses, it would be anyone�s guess
what they had been planting in his memories. If his tongue would slip now and
he�d call Norman �father� without meaning to, how long would it be before
they�d mess him up enough to actually say it and mean it?

�God, I�ve got to get out of here!�

As though his prayers were suddenly answered, that was when
the door opened. Without hesitation, Peter dashed straight for the door,
prepared to barrel through whoever it was who had opened it-

When Norman Osborn appeared at the doorway at the very last
minute, Peter came to an abrupt and complete stop, just in front of the large
man, who was now dressed in a wrinkled white shirt with a loosened red tie as
though he had just come back from a long day of work. The large bear of a man
grabbed him by the shoulders, surprisingly gently and turned him back around
before they stepped back into the cell together.

�Wait, why did I stop? I could have just punched his
lights out!�

�Sorry I�m late, Peter,� Norman
said plainly, taking off his tie. �I know I�m usually here after dinner, but I
had a business meeting today.�

�You sick bastard! I know what you�re doing to me!� Peter
shouted, backing as far away as he could from the older man, pointing an
accusing finger at him. �How long have you kept me here?�

Norman raised an
eyebrow with a mocking look of surprise. �You remember, now? Well, that wasn�t
supposed to happen. You�re not supposed to remember what happens here at night.
Well�not yet at least. As for how long I�ve kept you here, it�s been almost a
week now. I�d say, six days.�

�Six days?!�

�There will be people looking for me,� Peter said, trying to
sound threatening.

�Don�t worry about them. No one will find you until I want
you to be found. But humor me for a second here, Peter, what exactly is it that
you know I�m doing to you? Because as far as I remember, I haven�t done the
whole gloating scene where I reveal to you my master plan,� Norman
said.

Peter�s eyes narrowed. �Hypnotherapy,� he said plainly.
�I�ve been lapses in my memory, mostly associated with your visits with Doctor
Warren. It didn�t take a genius to figure it out.�

Much to Peter�s surprise, Norman
started laughing.

�Six days, and you�ve only just figured that part out?� the
older man laughed. �And I thought you were supposed to be smart, Peter. Or
maybe it took you so long to figure it out because the therapy makes it hard
for you to form new memories or ideas unless I allow so. Well, I guess that
means you still don�t remember everything that I�ve been doing to you.�
As he said this, Norman started
closing in on Peter, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

�Wh- what are you�� Peter�s eyes widened with surprise. With
every step Norman took towards him,
he backed away, until he found himself trapped in the corner of the room. His
alarm only increased when he witnessed Norman
continue to strip down until he was completely naked.

More out of fear than anything else, the moment Norman
came close enough, Peter aimed a punch at the older man�s face.

Norman caught
the attack almost too easily, yanking him forward and tossing him onto the
floor. Peter landed on his stomach with a dull thud, groaning with pain as Norman
came walking up casually towards him.

�Peter, that was sloppy. That punch was so slow that it
almost made me think you were hesitating, like you didn�t want to hurt me.�

�But I really, really want to hurt you, father.
Really, I do. For all this shit you�re putting me through-

Peter launched himself back onto his feet and went in for a
second assault. This time, however, Norman
stood with his arms outstretched, as though welcoming the attack-

Peter�s fist stopped a few mere inches away from Norman�s
face.

�I thought as much,� Norman
said with a smug grin. �Now�� He grabbed Peter and pulled him close, and his
lips were locked onto Peter�s so fast that before the boy could process what
was happening, he was already in the older man�s tight embrace, struggling to
keep his mouth shut as the man�s tongue played along the entrance to his mouth.
It took a full five seconds before he so much as thought about breaking away,
which he somehow managed to do- though he suspected somewhat that the only
reason he�d succeeded was because his father had allowed him to do so.

It took a few more seconds to register how wrong this all
was.

�You�you kissed me!� he exclaimed, suddenly feeling
very much like screaming.

But then he noticed that his father wasn�t looking at him-
well, not at his face anyway. His father was beaming proudly, looking down at-

�Holy shit, why the hell do I have an erection?�

�Well,� father said plainly. �It would appear that even if
your mind doesn�t remember what happens here at night, your body certainly
does. I would love to continue testing how far we�ve managed to condition you
without the trigger, but unfortunately I don�t have the patience for it right
now.�

�What are you-

�Cellar door.�

And suddenly Peter had collapsed into Norman�s arms,
allowing the older man to hold him tightly while he rested his head on the
older man�s shoulder with a glazed expression on his face.

�Hello, Peter,� Norman muttered softly, running his right
hand down the boy�s bare, sweat-glistened back until he reached the boy�s
boxers. As his hand slipped inside, he shifted it round front so that he good
give the boy�s erect member a good squeeze.

The boy shuddered in his arms, stammering, �H..hello
f..father,� his voice slaked with lust.

Satisfied at the response, Norman let the boy go as the boy
started to take off his own boxers, his begging eyes fixed on Norman�s as
Norman moved over to the bed, sitting down slowly.

Peter was in his lap before he had to say anything. A marked
improvement over last night. The teenager�s legs were wrapped around his waist
and his arms were wrapped lovingly around his shoulders as Norman
kissed the boy again, this time being immediately allowed entry. Without
waiting any further, Norman invaded
the young boy�s mouth, taking pleasure in the boy�s sweet taste and delicious
moans of approval. At this point there was no corner left in the boy�s mouth
that he hadn�t explored, hadn�t tasted.

The boy shifted himself so that Norman�s painfully erect
member grazed the entrance to his anal region, his hands now stroking Norman�s
hairy chest softly as Norman continued to ravage his mouth. Meanwhile, the
poking sensations at Norman�s
stomach told him that the boy was getting as much out of this as well. Perfect.

�So soon, boy?� he asked, again with a fake tone of
disappointment as he ended their soul searing kiss.

�Please, father,� the boy panted.

Norman grinned
proudly. The boy had definitely come a long way. Without hesitation he plunged
his erect member into the boy�s anal region- a sheath that he had started to
grow fond of and accustomed to. The boy himself had also grown accustomed to
him, and had stopped showing signs of pain on his face whenever Norman
thrust in. Norman leaned in and
suckled at the boy�s neck as the boy started rocking his hips in time with Norman�s
thrusts, moaning louder and louder still.

Then, all of a sudden, the thrusting stopped.

Before Peter could even ask why, Norman
had lifted the young boy off him and placed him back onto his feet. Considering
the fact that they�d normally be due for much more than this, Peter had to
wonder, in that drug-like haze why this was happening. Why hadn�t his father
gone the whole way?

�We�re going to try something new tonight, Peter,� Norman
said, with a lustful smile on his face. �Get down on your knees in front of
me.�

Peter did as he was told, finding himself facing Norman�s
huge member up close. The scent of the older man�s arousal doused his senses,
wrapping around him like a fog and bringing him even further under his
archenemy�s power.

�I want you to use your mouth, Peter. Can you do that?� Norman
asked, though by the look on his face, you could tell that he already knew the
answer.

�Y�yes,� Peter muttered. And, without hesitating, took the
whole of Norman�s penis inside his
mouth, gagging slightly as it first entered. It was uncomfortable at first-
there was a lot he had to accommodate, and Norman�s
thick forest of pubic hair tickled his nose and chin, but as he felt his
father�s loving hands grab him by the sides of his head, Peter knew that
everything was going to be-

Norman�s eyes
widened with surprise as the boy suddenly spasmed and jerked back, pushing away
from the bed until he lay sprawled on the floor, looking up at him with a look
of horror on his face.

�Oh my God�� Peter murmured, his voice still slurred
somewhat. �I��

Norman quickly
reasserted himself, standing up before walking over to the boy who was still
lying flat on his back. Gently, he lowered himself so that he used his knees to
pin the boy�s shoulders down. This position put him a little off balance so he
had to lean forward and used his arms to support himself on all fours.

Looking up Peter saw that this position put all seven inches
of Norman�s cock right in his face.
It was glistening with all the pre-cum and sweat that had trailed down its
shaft.

Again the scent of Norman�s
arousal was overpowering. And as Norman
had expected, the spasm of Peter�s free will was short lived as the boy started
licking at the shaft tenderly from his suppressed position.

�That�s right, boy,� Norman
encouraged him gently. �This is what you�ve always wanted. I promised you you�d
taste mine before long�now take it!�

Needing no more encouragement, Peter found himself pushing
upwards with a sudden burst of strength. Norman
fell back onto the floor, lying on his back as Peter all but jumped at him,
burying his face in the older man�s groin. Norman�s
hands moved back to the sides of Peter�s head, guiding the boy as the boy
greedily sucked at his penis like a person who had been starved for days. With
his left hand, Peter grabbed Norman�s
thigh while with his right hand, he massaged Norman�s
ball sac, causing Norman to moan
with approval.

With all the excitement of the night, Norman
didn�t last long, screaming Peter�s name as he came in the boy�s mouth. The boy
swallowed greedily, drops of the older man�s seed dripping obscenely down his
chin. Peter himself came barely a second later, withdrawing from Norman�s
member to moan in ecstasy. A wad of the older man�s nectar was shot directly
into his face as he withdrew, and he happily licked his lips, not wanting a
drop to go to waste.

Norman sat up,
reaching forward to gently caress Peter�s left cheek.

�Thank you, father,� Peter murmured softly before he moved
himself back into the older man�s arms, where he felt safe and warm. They lay
together on the floor, not bothering to get up and get back on the bed, feeling
entirely content where they were.

Peter drifted off to sleep with Norman
humming a lullaby softly in his ear.
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