For Its_starlord

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It began with the typical alien invasion but instead of destroying cities, which there was some damage, they went to kidnapping strictly for the field agents sent out by SHIELD. They knew they couldn't do much in doing the same for Earth's Mightiest Heroes so why not settle for the people that work closely with them. They may not have powers but they held knowledge and could be easily manipulated.

Derek was one of the people sent out in the field, easily being snatched up in an ambush along with the rest of his team on their way into the city to offer help for a building collapse. Instead, they find themselves in some dark spaceship hold in individual cells in a circular formation. No one greeted them. No one bothered to check up on them for some time until they apparently landed somewhere. They couldn't do much in terms of fighting back because they could easily be overpowered by their captors.

They were handcuffed and dragged out of the ship in a line, none of them knew where they were by appearances but it looked to be some sort of city ruins. Derek and the rest of the team were guided into a different set of cells except they were grouped into one instead of individuals this time. The longer they waited, the more groups from Earth and other places seemed to be dragged in and placed into surrounding cells until all of them were occupied.

It was then that someone came to greet them, telling them they were going to be used in a widespread experiment and that they should give up hope of being found because no one will come looking. That's when the first group was chosen and guided out of the room, into the hallway before being separated into different rooms.

That's when the screaming started and it never stopped.

The experiment process went on for weeks, months even before each of them were dead-eyed and obedient. That was the first step they said. Then they were each give a collar, something to keep them in line with their group but also to aide in step two. One by one, they were led back into the rooms expect there was no screaming, only an eerie silence before one by one, they came back a little different than before.

Another group had come in that were going to be acting as fodder, they said. Handpicked test subjects were given one of the new captives and one by one, they were given free rein of whatever they wanted to do with them. The sights turned gruesome and unpleasant within a matter of seconds but the results seemed to please their captors and proved that thus far their experiment was a success.

By the time, they tested Derek's brainwashed hold, he proved to be one of the favorites purely by method alone. Instead of killing them quickly like others had or fucking them ruthlessly before killing them in the end, he played with his food so to speak. He led the captive into a false sense of security before knocking them out and pulling them apart from the inside one piece at a time until they woke up and panicked. Leading them to a faster death than Derek would have liked but it put on a good enough show that he was selected out of his group for another task. One that was on a much broader scale.

They placed him in a different cell, much roomier than the last until they ran another brainwashing exercise on him, giving him the order to rest until someone came to retrieve him.

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[its_starlord]

Peter's idea of the enemy is some gross looking alien species, an army of them, or just one power leader. Never would he think that the person he rescued would be his enemy.

He really is thankful he saved a medic. Seeing Derek check over the others here eases his worries. He can keep going knowing Derek will make sure everyone's okay. He'll thank him for his help later.

Derek's words of unfamiliarity makes his stomach drop even more if that's even possible. He gulps before Derek flips the switch and the bright light blinds him. He covers his eyes, taking a few steps back before metal smacks him in the back of his head. Stars fill his vision as he feels himself falling to the ground, tripping a small switch on his belt as an emergency signal as his last conscious action. He's not out immediately though when he hits the floor. Even in the bright light, he can see the figure of Derek hovering over him and that look. His eyes widen in shock before he fades into unconsciousness.

His last thought before that collar was thrown on is how could Derek do this to him, but it's a thought that fades fast. Even unconscious, the collar works its horrible magic. The ability to think keeps weakening more and more. It's almost like everything that made Peter was he is drowns in the void permanently.

Peter can't resist his weapons being taken away or being dragged into a cell. It's not long before Peter starts to stir, but the effects of the collar have already settled in as his movements are slowly. His body language lacks the confidence it once had and it's a little more submissive. He moves on his hands and knees first, shaking his head, but doesn't seem to notice the collar. His eyes are blank and the only change in his face is just from the pain of earlier.

He finally leans back into a sitting position, staring at the cell wall for a moment before turning towards Derek sitting in his chair. He doesn't know what's going on or what he's supposed to do. He's lost his ability to think and waits for Derek to fill his head with thoughts, commands, anything.

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The medic catches that look of shock and it fills him with a certain thrill that if Peter ever broke out of this new brainwashing control, that he'd remember who put him in a hell like this for his own enjoyment in the first place.

Derek didn't know what to expect with this collar, so as soon as Peter starts to stir, he leans forward in his chair while tilting his head as he watches the other's body language. "Do you remember who you are, puppy? Why you're here?"

Peter had that same look in his eyes as they all did before their captors really went to town with their minds but he was basically a blank slate that he could have fun with and mold to his own desires without much resistance. He waits on Peter's answers before he gets to his feet and heads towards one of the carts that were brought in, grabbing a leash and collar set that might prove useful right now.

With the leash wrapped around his hand, he returns to the cell doors, when he felt that Peter wasn't going to be a threat to him, he opens it. Derek kneels down in front of him, "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" he says softly as he brings up a hand to gently stroke his cheek, "You're going to obey my every word, aren't you?"

There's a pause before he wraps the second collar around the other's neck, the mind control collars were looser than one used in the bedroom so it shouldn't bother him much as he secures it tightly enough to be comfortable before clicking the leash on it. One of the cells in the room had a decent sized bed, so he gently coaxes Peter up and towards it. Derek will make a trip back towards the carts to wheel them closer but for now, he wanted to be gentle and slow as he takes his time.

[its_starlord]

The chances of Peter actually breaking out is unfortunately slim. He's been brainwashed before by his own father, almost pathetically easy. It took something very personal and emotional to him to actually break him out. Without it, he would still be under Ego's control. Despite how stubborn he can be in his ways, to manipulate him is like a walk in the park.

He tilts his head at Derek, searching through the remains of his mind, but nothing comes to mind. He does get some sort of identity from Derek's words. He called him a puppy, which means he's his owner, his master.

Peter eventually shakes his head sadly. "No, master. I don't." Derek doesn't seem upset by his answer thankfully. Instead, he moves back to the cart to grab something. He remains seated, but tries to lean over to see if he can catch what Derek's getting. He's still quiet though, waiting patiently for his master to come back and give him more of an identity.

When Derek returns, and actually comes into the cell with him, he straightens up and watches intently as Derek kneels down to his level. The hand on his face feels like the highest blessing, nuzzling into it and letting his eyes fall close to enjoy the touch of his master. "Yes, master. I'll be a good boy. I'll obey your every word." While he speaks those words, they ingrain into his soul. He's a good boy for his master and he'll obey. Obey. He has to obey, it's who he is.

At the feeling of another collar being added, Peter moves his neck around to make it easy for Derek to put it on him. It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. It actually feels warm and comforting. Yes, his master does know him best. He can take care of him and fill his head back up with his proper thoughts.

Peter moves up to the bed when Derek prompts him, crawling on top of it and taking a seat. He looks back up at Derek for his next command, but his eyes aren't as blank anymore. There's more anticipation in his eyes, an eagerness actually for Derek to command him. He wants to show his master he can be good and obey.

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Derek wasn't expecting to be called master right off the bat, it's a nice surprise that took little effort on his part. Peter had no memory of who he was or the rescue mission he was sent here on and now, he wonders just how deep this sort of new brainwashing went. This showed how much different this branch of their captor's experimenting went from what was done to his batch and they must be pretty pleased with themselves thus far.

He picks up on the subtle changes in Peter's body language, how attentive he is when he comes into the cell to the way he nuzzles into his hand at the touch. It was almost adorable to the point where Derek can't help but smile softly at him. Hearing the other confirm that he'd be good and obey him until he otherwise said so, filled him with a certain rush he'd never felt before. There were so many possibilities now.

Another unexpected thing he noticed as Peter sat on the bed was just how quickly the look in Peter's eyes changed, noting they weren't the same blank stare as before. Derek unwraps the leash from his hand before letting it go, "Stay here." He knows Peter will obey the command as he leaves the cell again to cart in one that had a variety of different toys along with a bundle of rope. He wasn't about to question his captors as to why or how they had such things.

Before he touched anything on the cart, he wanted to test a few things out. Derek heads back to the other, standing in front of him before he takes the leash once more in his hand, "Sit back a little more." He orders, watching the other get settled before he straddles the other's lap, one hand stroking along his jawline while the other is down at his side, tugging slightly on the leash.

"You and I are going to have such fun together. Your name is Peter and I'm Derek but you can address me however you please, understand?" Derek has rarely been in a dominant position like this, not that he was uncomfortable with the idea but after being here, he's gained this once hidden confidence, he otherwise wouldn't have pre-brainwashed.

The look in Derek's eyes are still a bit predatory but they are also lustful, "I want you to touch me. Show me how much you want to please me." He coos, practically brushing his lips against Peter's. If the other did something he didn't like, he could simply tug him away or order him to stop then punish him.

[its_starlord]

The collar was putting Peter in the most submissive mindset possible. It's all about control and having someone even show signs of anything more than complete obedience would cause the experiment to fail. So Peter's first thought about the person speaking to him had to be that he was his master. He has no free will and needs guidance from someone.

Derek smiling at him sends a small surge of pleasure through him. He knows making his master happy is the most important thing. He did promise to be good and obey and if he's not doing a good job, his master would tell him immediately.

Peter does as told, staying on the bed and watching Derek with his full attention. He sees some of the items on the cart, but has no idea what they're for or how his master will use them. Maybe it'll test his ability to obey and follow orders. If that's the case, Peter's determined to pass with flying colors. He won't let his master down, no matter what.

Peter moves back a little more on the bed, but his head snaps up when he feels his new master's weight on his lap. He sees that lustful look in his eyes and no matter how much you brainwash Peter, he'll always recognize that look. Still, he keeps his focus on Derek's words, absorbing each word like it's gospel. "Peter... Derek... Yes, master. I understand." It feels like an honor to know his master's real name, but he doesn't feel worthy of addressing him by such.

Derek's command blanks out his mind again and he latches onto those words. Touch his master, please, him, show him how much he needs him. When Derek's lips touch his, he takes that opportunity to kiss him, heated and needy. The way he kisses him is different though. He's putting everything into his kiss, but it's almost as if he's trying to invite Derek in to take over and dominate his kiss. He's ready to be pushed down and taken over, but he tries to show how much he wants in as he kisses him.

Hands move under his shirt, exploring every curve and indent of his torso. He sighs into the kiss at how warm his skin is. How he would love to worship that body with his lips. If he begs for it enough, would his master be kind enough to grant that wish? He probably has to earn it though. So his fingers work to rub and massage his body, bringing pleasure and relaxation to his body as they move back down. Those hands linger around the waistband of his pants and he wonders if he's going too far. But it's all about pleasure. He wants to please him and he can't think of anything better than palm that growing bulge between his legs. Not too much in case Derek wants to pull his hand away, but enough to show that Derek's pleasure is his main focus. He'll make his master happy, even if it kills him.

[doctricis]

Derek is completely lost in the kiss, returning it with just as much heated want, deepening it and going as far as to occasionally nip Peter's bottom lip. As the other's hands move under his shirt, he presses his body against Peter's, arching his back at the soft glide of his hands as he slides his arms over Peter's shoulders. Keeping a slight tug on the leash so he was aware of its new position.

There's a soft whine as Peter's hands explore his body, feeling the soft but firm touches against his heated skin. Derek can feel his hesitancy as his hands linger on his waistband for a moment as if asking permission to go further, then he feels his palm against the bulge of his pants and his breath hitches against his mouth.

There's a tug of the leash, hard enough to tilt Peter's back and hold him there, "Not yet, puppy. That'll be your reward later." One of his own hands move down Peter's chest and slides under his jacket, "Take this off." He orders before loosening his hold on the tug to let Peter better maneuver as his hands slide down further and go under his shirt to feel the hard ridges of muscle and warm skin.

"You've been a good boy so far... perhaps I'll treat you but first, I will leave you something to show everyone that you're mine." He coos as he tugs Peter's neck back again and this time his lips brush against the skin, just above the collars and bites down hard to leave a deep enough mark. If his captors allowed him to keep Peter as his personal toy after all this, he wanted to make sure no one else had eyes on him. To show who owned him.

Derek bites again on the slowly bruising mark before swiping his tongue against it, pulling away. "Take your shirt off next." He wanted to admire and explore Peter's body before he allowed the other to do the same. As Peter peels off his shirt, he pushes the other down, fingertips raking down the other's chest as he slowly grinds his hips against the other's as a tease. As much as Peter would be beautiful being fucked to his heart's content, he wanted to feel him inside him first.

The medic leans forward to kiss Peter again before his kisses trailed down his neck and down to his collarbones, his hands mindlessly clawing at his skin, leaving red streaks in their wake.

[its_starlord]

Peter feels another surge of pleasure at his master's reaction. Pushing into his hands and taking over that kiss with ease is the best sign he can get. It encourages more to touch and explore his master, wondering what other reactions or praise he can get from his master. God, that whine is incredible. His master is truly perfect in every way.

The tug makes Peter pull his hands away, glancing down at his master with worry. He doesn't seem mad, but he definitely crossed a line and he takes that to heart. He needs his master's permission before going that low. He nods and the command sinks in and he quickly removes his jacket, tossing it to the side just before hands move under his shirt. He gasps at the touch, feeling more sensitive than before. His mind goes into the idea of Derek's hands going all over his body and a low moan slips out.

No amount of pleasure can keep him from hearing his master's words. He wants to give him something to show who he belongs to. What sort of gift could his master possibly give him? He feels spoiled enough as is. His head falls back, lips press up against his neck, then he feels it. The pain. The pressure of the bite. Peter starts to scream, but he stops. Is screaming allowed? He doesn't know, but he'll endure it for his master. He'll let him leave a mark that will let everyone know Peter's been taken by a wonderful owner.

The bite leaves him a bit dazed, but another order snaps him out of it and that shirt gets removed quickly. A quiet yelp slips out as he's forced onto his back, but everything's moving so fast. Nails mark up his skin, hips grind against his hardening length trapped in his pants, lips back against his own. All he can do is moan and squirm in pleasure at all the attention Derek gives him. Peter's unaware of the teasing or any plans Derek has for him. He'll tell him if he's worthy enough for it. For now he kisses back until his master moves down lower, covering his body in kisses. "Master... feels so good. You're too good to me." He praises. He has to. He needs to let his master know how amazing he is or he'll just explode. He really is spoiled.

[doctricis]

Such a good obedient pet...

When Peter screams as he bites the mark into his neck, a hand comes up to cover his mouth, "We won’t be having any of that. You’ll only scream when I allow it, understand?” There’s an almost annoyed look in his eyes as he gives the order. He’s heard enough screaming while he’s been here that he won’t allow it to hear it from another. If he screamed, every time he left a mark then it would be a definite mood killer.

But his annoyance is quickly replaced as he continues to trail down Peter's body, "You've been... mostly good so far, so you deserve a treat." He lifts his head with a smirk at the praise his pet gives him. He could definitely get used to this.

Sitting up, he stares down at Peter's body, taking in the tight muscle and faint scars. His masters must have been so very pleased with him to allow him such a fun task. His hands, gently glide over his body this time instead of dragging down nails, he wanted to mark up the other so badly. To bruise him... maybe cut him... but he knows the latter would make him scream again. Maybe that could work as a punishment, he thinks.

Derek gives another roll of his hips as he grinds up against him once more, taking in the sweet moan that spills from the other beneath him. He lets out a shaky breath of his own as he tugs Peter upward towards him, once they were face to face again, he presses a finger against Peter's lips. "I'll treat you well in a second and I want to hear your sweet, delicious moans so don't hold back, understand?"

He licks his own lips before he kisses the other after hearing his confirmation, kissing deep and needy before he pulls away to breathe and climb off Peter's lap to face the cart again. He pulls a pair of leather handcuffs before walking back, standing a few steps away, "Strip then sit back down again." Derek twirls the cuffs around a finger as he watches the other, practically letting his mouth water at the sight of Peter's hard cock.

Once Peter sat back down, Derek steps forward, cuffing the other's wrists together before kneeling before him and spreading his legs apart to sit between them. There's a hungry look in his eyes as he takes the other's cock in his hands and strokes him. "How badly do you want me to take you in my mouth, puppy?" He asks as he leans forward, painfully teasing and he nips his way inside Peter's thigh.

[its_starlord]

Shock crosses his face the moment that hand covers his mouth. He can feel the annoyance radiating off of his master at his scream. He had no idea a scream would anger his master so much, but for the sake of making him happy and to avoid any punishment in the future, he nods frantically before Derek pulls his hand away.

That seems to do the trick as his master's hands move down his body more gently, still getting a reaction, but it's much softer moans with some squirming as well. He honestly thought that scream was the end of him, but Derek's still willing to treat him for being as good as he can be. He wants to thank him, but he cut off from another roll of those hips. The moan is so wanton and needy. As if he was going to die if Derek didn't fuck him.

"Y-Yes, master." The moan lingers in his reply, barely able to take in his words before he feels lips against his own, hungry and greedy. Peter's compliant. He's a good slave and lets his master kiss him as roughly as he wants. He doesn't forget the command either, moaning into it like kissing him was better than sex itself.

Despite the thick haze in his mind, Peter's able to stand and strip off his clothes quickly. Although a small hiss escapes as his hard cock is exposed to the cool air of the cell. He sees how Derek looks at him while he bares himself. He seems to enjoy his body and how he looks and while it may not be verbal praise, he does feel a sense of accomplishment from his reaction.

He takes his place back on the bed, letting his master bind his hands together without resistance. He wonders why they were bound in front of him. Maybe it's just limitation for now. Or a test. While his hands may be limited, he can still reach out for his master. This had to be a challenge. To resist the temptation of taking over in the heat of the moment, or else the restraints would get worse. He wants to pay attention to his hands, but Derek's hand starts to work its magic, stroking his cock to full hardness. The teasing to his thighs doesn't help either. It takes every muscle in his body not to buck his hips up. Instead he focuses on his moaning, trying to make it loud and sweet for his master.

"A-Ah, I, I want it. I want it so badly, master. Please! It, it would be an honor to have your mouth around my cock. I, I would do anything for it. Please, master. I'll do anything for a reward like that!" He almost doesn't feel worthy. If anything, Peter should be on his knees sucking his master off with the eagerness of a slave who only wants their master to be happy. Oh he's too good. He's much too kind. He thanks every god in existence for giving him such a perfect master.