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Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author�s note: This takes part in an alternate reality of
the Ultimate Spider-Man universe, taking it from issue # onwards. S.H.I.E.L.D
involvement is more or less ignored (he hadn�t met Nick Fury at that point yet
anyway)

Cellar Door

�Toto, I don�t think we�re in Kansas
anymore.�

As Peter Parker opened his eyes, and found that the ceiling
he was staring at wasn�t that of his bedroom, he knew that he had reason to
worry. A quick attempt to sit up was foiled by the rattle of chains as he
realized that his wrists and ankles were bound to the bed he was lying on. His
head hurt. And as he realized this, he quickly remembered why, and knew
immediately who was behind this.

His eyes searched the room for the man who had brought him
here- but the room was more or less empty. The floors and walls plain and
unmarked- but the metal suggested that it was a prison or holding cell of some
kind. There was no indication of where he could possibly be right now. Great.
Just great. For all he knew, that lunatic had probably taken somewhere so far
underground that he could scream for centuries and no one would hear him. And
his strength wasn�t nearly enough for him to break the metal chains that bound
him- the fact that he still felt slightly woozy probably didn�t help either.

There was a single chair beside the bed, upon which lay the
Spider-Man costume, though it was torn apart and lying in a pathetic pile of
rags. To add to the insult of all this, he now realized that he was only in his
boxers. And even if he did get out, he�d probably have to steal something out
of the dumpster before web-swinging home.

Assuming, of course, Norman Osborn hadn�t destroyed his web
shooters either.

Then of course, there was MJ to deal with. After all, she
was going to be the one who�d have to sew him up a new costume. Why did these
things always have to happen to him?

He had been on his way home, the last thing he remembered. Norman
had just given him� the warning that if
he continued being Spider-Man, his closest ones would pay dearly. And as if
nothing had happened, he then went back to watching TV with Harry, who was
probably oblivious to all this, particularly the fact that his father was a
maniac who could transform into a huge hulking green thing that could
cause more fires than Smokey could ever handle. He�d decided to go back and
tell Aunt May that they had to get away- there was no way they could ever be
safe with him around.

Oh no.

His blood ran cold at the thought that there was nothing to
stop Norman from killing Aunt May
and MJ anyway. What if they were dead already?

The automated metal doors opened, and his eyes darted to the
large figure cloaked in shadows standing at the doorway. He didn�t need the
light to tell who it was. The fact that his Spider-sense was going into
overdrive told everything as the figure draped in the same bathrobe he�d seen
him in earlier walked in casually, calmly, a predator walking up towards bound
and helpless prey.

�Norman, Norman, Norman�if
you didn�t like the costume, you could have just said so. You didn�t have to
tear it up! I would�ve tried on anything if you�d just asked! Even green and
yellow- and I hate green and yellow.�

�Still very much the talker, even in this position, I see,� Norman�s
deep voice muttered in a mild tone of amusement.

�What the hell do you want with me now, Norman?� Peter
asked, staring defiantly up at the man. �You gave me your warnings, and I was
ready to abide by them- you didn�t even give me the chance to get home!�

�Let�s just say that I changed my mind about that,� Norman
replied. �And I�m an impatient man. I decided there was a much quicker way that
we could settle this once and for all. If I waited for you to give yourself to
me willingly, you�d probably have a trick or two up your sleeve to get me when
I least expect it. I created you, Parker, and I have the right to do with you
as I please.�

As he said this, his bathrobe dropped harmlessly to the
floor, and suddenly Peter found himself staring at Norman Osborn, nude like he
hadn�t a care in the world. And there was a smile on his face that, if
possible, made him even more frightened now- that look in his eyes, it couldn�t
be, could it?

�Norman you sick-

�Cellar door.�

The words that the older man uttered drowned out his, caused
his sentence to end indefinitely as he felt as though his train of thought had
reached a complete and abrupt stop. The room around him started to swim in a
multitude of colors and his mind started to fog over. A wave of relaxation threatened
to overpower him now, despite his best struggles to stay awake. What the hell
had that freak done to him?

�Much better. As much as I enjoy your light-hearted
banter, I would prefer if, for this session at least, you remain quiet unless
spoken to. Is that clear?�

�Yes, father.�

Wait a second- was that his voice? The one before it
was clearly Osborn�s, even if it was just a little distorted and deeper, more
powerful. But had he, Peter Parker, just called him father? Something
was definitely wrong here, and Peter realized now that whatever it was that Norman
was doing to him, it couldn�t be good. He had to find a way out- fast!

Unfortunately, with the chaos going on inside his mind after
Norman had uttered those trigger
words, it was a thought that would not be able to sustain itself. Wrapped in a
blanket of lethargy, his mind failed to even process a protest when he felt Norman
climb on top of him, down on all fours, his face now barely inches away from
his own.

�Looks like the spider is now caught in MY web.�
Peter could smell his breath. It reeked of alcohol. Could that be why he was
doing this? Because he was drunk?

�You probably don�t remember this, Peter, but I came and
visited you earlier, when you were still unconscious with Doctor Miles Warren.
Of course one session of therapy is hardly enough to model you into the perfect
son, but rest assured that once we�re through with you�� His voice trailed
off as a sinister grin appeared on his face. At this point, Peter�s mind
couldn�t even begin to process what was happening to him, or even who he was.
All there was for him was what was in front of him- and that was Osborn�s face.

�In the meantime, judging by the way you greeted me when
I came in to see you, the first round of hypnotherapy hasn�t left enough of a
lasting impression on your mind. The good doctor warned me that would happen.
But I did my own research and learned that� I would be able to leave a more
powerful imprint on your mind during our sessions if I left you with a physical
impression to go with it. Hopefully by the end of tonight, we�ll at least
establish the very basic fact that from now on, I am your father.�

So was that why he was here? To torture
him? Peter braced himself for a night of pain-

Suddenly Norman
leaned in close towards Peter�s left ear, whispering, �After all, if it
worked with Harry, I don�t see why it shouldn�t work with you.�

And without wasting another breath, Norman Osborn kissed
him, his mouth enclosed over Peter�s as his tongue licked furiously over the entrance
to Peter�s closed mouth. It was at this moment that Peter�s consciousness came
rushing back as though he was being jolted with electricity. He immediately
became aware of everything that was happening- He was being chained, in nothing
but his boxers, Norman Osborn was on top of him, fucking naked, and he was kissing
him!

�Oh God, no�� he thought desperately as he realized
that his body wasn�t responding to his thoughts. Was it the lethargy? Or was it
something else? Either way his thoughts grew more panicked as he realized that
his lips were parting to let Osborn in as Osborn now pressed his full weight
down on him, his powerful, large arms locking Peter in a powerful embrace as he
aggressively ravaged Peter�s mouth with his tongue. Peter meanwhile was
struggling to deny that the taste that soaked his mouth now was that of Norman
fucking Osborn�s. What was even more distressing now was the sudden pain
he felt a little below the equator-

When Norman
suddenly stopped, Peter realized that he had felt it too- how could he not? It
had brushed against his bare thigh, after all. As though wanting to confirm it,
Norman looked down, and, pleased at
what he saw, started chuckling as he looked back up at Peter�s face, looking
every bit more feral and menacing than he possibly could in his goblin form. �Well,
Peter. Looks like you�re more cooperative than I gave you credit for,� he
said.

�No way,� Peter thought desperately to himself. How
could Norman Osborn turn him on? He was straight, damnit! He
loved MJ! Inside his mind, he struggled to think of MJ- he had to. There was no
way he was going to let this monster win!

Meanwhile, Norman
had moved downwards and pulled down Peter�s boxers, setting his erection free.
It was by no means more impressive than his own, but it would do. The fact that
it was hard meant that he was winning. �My beautiful, beautiful boy. You are
mine,� he thought to himself as he grabbed Peter�s erection in one hand
while the other groped the teenager�s buttocks. Without warning, he started
working his hand up and down Peter�s shaft, watching in delight as the teenager
beneath him struggled to maintain his composure despite the carnal, physical
assault Norman administered, no doubt trying to keep his mind elsewhere-
probably on that little, red-headed whore.

�Mustn�t let him win! Have to keep thinking of MJ! Have
to-

His thoughts again came to an abrupt stop as he felt Norman
press down against him again, this time grinding his hips against his own,
their erections rubbing together in a steady rhythm. Peter couldn�t even hear
his own mental voice now- just Norman�s grunts of pleasure, that were before
long accompanied by moans coming from his own mouth, signaling that he was
losing. It was impossible to think of MJ now, now that his whole world only
consisted of himself, and the naked man above him, drowning him in a sensation
so fantastic that words could not describe it. Peter Parker had never had sex
before, and so could not conjure up any memories to battle to sensations that
were overwhelming him now. His first time- and it was at the mercy of his archnemesis, not the girl he loved. A thought that bothered
him at first, but as the ministrations progressed and he found himself moving
his own hips in time with Norman,
he found that he didn�t care.

Peter Parker fought to remember how to breathe as he came
first, shooting his load in quivering bursts that splattered onto Norman�s
erection and between their stomachs. His mind swam in those precious few
moments-it felt like his brain was going to shut down permanently. But the
waves of pure bliss soon subsided, and he soon found himself panting as he
looked up at Norman, every ounce of
defiance gone.

�This is�this is wrong. Norman Osborn just made me-

�Peter, Peter, Peter,� Norman
said in a mockingly disappointed tone. �I�m going to have to teach you to
last longer than that. No matter, being a teenager, I�m sure you�ve got more
where that came from.�

Peter noticed now that Norman
had moved back again, straddling his thighs as he smeared his own, still hard
erection with Peter�s seed. Before Peter could even recollect his wits to
stammer one final protest, Norman
had spread his legs apart and, without mercy, slammed into Peter with full
force.

Peter screamed. Even with lubrication from Peter�s semen, Norman�s
huge member made him see stars as the older man penetrated in deeper and
deeper, reaching places he�d never thought possible. Peter tried squirming at
first, but Norman quickly held him
down- and that was the end of it. Peter knew that there was no escape.

�My boy, you are so tight!!� It took every
ounce of will to prevent Norman
from spilling his own load too quickly. The feeling of the boy�s deliciously
warm flesh wrapped around his member defeated any pleasure he�d ever taken from
Harry or his bitch of her mother. Neither had ever been much fun to conquer.
This, this boy underneath him however was his own creation, one that had dared
to defy him. Now, Osborn would defeat him once and for all. The fact that the
boy hated him made it all the more delicious. So much that Osborn had half a
mind to stop the hypnotherapy indefinitely- so that he could come back here to
his unwilling creation and force himself in every night.

But no, he needed an heir. And Harry would just never cut
it. He was just so disappointing�

Here though, was a spark to rival his own, with a brilliant
mind to boot. Norman Osborn would give him the world.

After of course, this boy gave himself to him.

When the boy stopped screaming, Norman
knew that he�d gone deep enough. He started thrusting, slowly at first, taking
absolute delight at the boy�s returning moans and his slowly re-erecting
member. Having just spent himself, Peter would need more to come again, but Norman
didn�t mind- he would go as long as it took. Sensing that the boy would no
longer resist him, he reached down between their joined bodies and started
pumping the boy�s shaft for all it was worth, all the while thrusting inside
the boy�s wonderfully tight ass.

Meanwhile, Peter�s mind had stopped trying to stop itself
from drowning in this sea pleasure. He could hear Norman�s voice, repeating the
word, �Mine,� with every thrust, accompanied by the sound of flesh
against flesh- it was a song that snaked itself into his mind, wrapping it in
tendrils of submission and pleasure. The longer Norman
went, the more he felt Norman�s
powerful member deliciously caress his anal region, the more Peter�s mind
continued to distort under the power that already had his flesh in thrall.

Peter�s moans grew louder as Norman�s
thrusts grew faster. Norman had
come so close to the edge now that even he wasn�t capable of words anymore. The
room was bathed in a symphony of moans of pleasure, laced with the sounds of
clashing flesh.

And in the final moment, Norman
let out a loud roar to accompany his final triumph as he spilled his seed
inside the bowels of his archenemy. The sudden sensation of Norman�s
warmth flow inside him sent Peter over the edge, and he came barely a second
after with an orgasm more powerful than the first. His cum splattered over Norman�s
hairy chest before trailing downwards harmlessly over the dried stains on Norman�s
stomach.

Before Peter could recollect his thoughts- assuming such a
thing could happen now, Norman leaned back towards him and whispered, �Cellar
door� while placing his unstained hand over Peter�s eyes, closing them.
They didn�t open again.

Norman watched
the steady rise and fall of the boy�s chest for a while before he pulled out of
the boy, getting up slowly before he went back towards his bathrobe, lying
harmlessly on the floor. From one of its pockets, he produced a small, black
remote with a single red button. He pressed it, and the boy�s chains came
loose.

His eyes fell upon the contented smile on the boy�s face,
and he chuckled softly, dropping the remote back onto his bathrobe before he
got back onto the bed beside the boy, who was now deeply asleep. He rolled the
boy onto his side so that there would be enough space for him as he lay down,
facing the back of the boy�s head. With one hand, he wiped off some of the
boy�s cum that splattered his chest with two fingers, and put that hand
possessively over the boy, placing the fingers at the sleeping boy�s lips. He
forced the fingers into the boy�s mouth and smeared the boy�s cum in that moist
cavern before his hand withdrew and he settled for draping it over the boy�s
chest instead.

�You�ll taste mine before long, boy,� Norman
whispered in his ear. �By then, all I�ll have to do is ask, and you�ll obey me
like a good son should.�

Victorious at last, Norman
fell asleep with the boy snuggled deliciously in his arms.

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�Rise and shine, little Spider.�

Peter opened his eyes, and almost jumped when he saw Norman
Osborn standing at his bedside, looking down at him. The man wasn�t alone-
standing behind him was a man with white hair that he did not recognize. Both
of them were wearing business suits as though this were some important company
meeting.

�What the hell is going on?� Peter gasped when he realized that
he was lying in a bed in what appeared to be a prison cell, dressed in nothing
but his boxers no less.

�Are you sure it was wise to remove the chains when it�s
only his second session?� the white-haired man asked, looking at Norman.
For some reason, Norman had a smug
look on his face as though he had just won the lottery.

Ignoring him, Norman
looked down at Peter and said, �Good morning, Peter.�

Peter looked up defiantly at him and replied, �Good morning,
father.�

�Father?!�

The white-haired man looked just as surprised as he was, but
Norman looked as though he had
counted on this to happen. Why the hell had he just called Norman �father�?
Deciding that something bad was going on, Peter decided that he didn�t have
time to dwell on it. Getting up, he summoned his strength and gave one mighty
leap, somersaulting over Norman,
leaving nothing between him and the open door-

�Cellar door.�

And just as quickly, Peter crumpled to the ground, his eyes
closed as though he had suddenly fallen asleep.

Warren looked
over at Norman, the look of
surprise still clear on his face. �He called you father, even before we used
the trigger!�

Norman grinned.
�Well maybe your sessions are more effective than you give yourself credit for.
At this rate, by the end of the month we probably won�t even need the trigger!
Congratulations, doctor, I might just double your pay.� He looked down at the
unconscious Peter Parker, and thought to himself, �And I�ll make sure every
night is better than the last, my boy. Until I�ve dyed you completely in my
color.�

He glanced back at the doctor. �Get one of the guards to
help you put him back in bed. Continue the session as planned.� And at this, he
started walking out of the room.

�But�where are you going?� Warren
asked him.

�To pay a visit to his dear Aunt May,� Norman
replied plainly. He�d have to convince her to allow him to adopt Peter. He
wouldn�t have his heir living in such a shabby neighborhood, after all. And if
she refused- well, he�d just have to get her out of the way. As for the
redhead� Norman decided that he�d
let her live, after all. Harry was fond of her too, and he wanted both of his
sons to be happy. If she suspected that anything was wrong with Peter or Harry,
he could always start �sessions� for her as well.

Either way, Norman Osborn had already won.
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