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Marvel | Starker
Someone has been taking pictures up Peter's skirt when he's not looking and poor Peter has found their blog.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings under the cut
Warnings: romnoncon, femboy!Peter, use of feminine terms for male biology, public sex/groping, underage, humiliating/dehumanizing language
Peter scrolled down the webpage. His mortification only grew as it went on and on. Each picture was so clear. So unmistakable. He recognized each one. Those were his skirts. His panties. That freckle on the inside of his left thigh.
Someone had been taking upskirt pictures of him.
Some of them looked like the halls at school. Some were in a classroom. One looked to be taken on the subway. Most of them you couldn't tell, but whoever it was followed him from his home to school and had classes with him. That was a very wide pool. He could think of quite a few kids who lived on his block let alone all of Queens.
He looked at one picture in his favorite pale blue panties. They were soft and comfortable and if he moved just right while he hard he could cum just from rubbing against them. In fact, in the picture they looked a little damp. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be hard at school and in panties like those he might have leaked a little.
His pictures, every single one of them, had hundreds of likes. He tried to stop himself, but he opened up the comments.
What a whore getting wet at school bet he's got a tight little pussy
Slut
Wish i went to school with this boy
Make him suck your cock in class next time
Peter swallowed. His hand wandered between his legs without him even thinking about it. He looked at more comments on more pictures. Most of them were the same, calling him degrading names, talking about how hot he was. But after the first few pictures, the poster started to write their own fantasies.
One of these days I'm going to stick my hand up his skirt. Bet he'd let me.
I'm gonna fuck him on the subway and make my cum drip out of his hole all day.
I swear I could smell his precum when he walked past me today.
I'm gonna bend him over my desk in front of everyone. Fuck him right there in his stupid little skirt. Make him cum in his panties and wear my cum on his face.
Peter bit down on his bottom lip, silencing himself as he came all over his own lap. He needed to know who was taking the pictures. To stop them, obviously... not because he wanted it.
He checked the blog every day. Several times a day in fact, but it didn't update. Was the poster out sick? Peter hadn't noticed anyone missing. It was so long before there was an update that he almost forgot all about the blog. Then on the subway, packed in at too early in the morning, someone grabbed his ass under his skirt.
He froze in place as he processed what had happened. There was no mistaking it. That had been a full palmed squeeze. He licked his lips. He wanted more of that. He wanted it so bad. He didn't turn around for fear of scaring them off, but he should have. He knew it wasn't right and he should have turned around, but he just didn't want to.
Later that day on the upskirt blog, were two new posts. First a video. He could see a hand slowly reach for the back of his skirt. He lifted it just a little so the camera could see the globes of his ass. His panties had been a tighter pair that day, defining his ass a little more. Then that delicious delightful hand grabbing a handful of his ass.
Finally. He's so fucking soft. That ass is to die for. Just wait until I'm spanking it.
Peter shivered. He ground himself against his palm thinking about that hand on his ass again. It had felt so good.
The next post was another upskirt pic. Peter blushed to see that his panties were soaked. There was no mistaking the wet spot.
You liked me touching you. Didn't you slut? Why don't you turn around and beg for it next time?
He wished he was brave enough. Until then, this was all he had.
Peter bought new panties. These ones were tighter. Some were lacy. Some were thongs. He couldn't wait for his anonymous photographer to see them.
He was wearing lacy ones the next time he touched them. They were squished in on the subway again when a hand slipped up his skirt. He held still, pretending he didn't notice. A fingers slipped under the edge of the lace an ran over his skin. Then the hand went away. Peter ached for it.
The touches became a morning ritual. So he wore a thong next. He was nervous about it, but his friend seemed pleased. He slipped his finger under the string and rubbed his hole. Peter rocked against it, forgetting their game and the hand went away. He panicked all day long, but then the post was there.
Looks like our little slut likes getting his hole played with. Maybe he likes all of the attention he's getting. Should I show him the pictures?
Peter's heart raced. He wanted to beg for it. Whoever this guy was, he wanted to fuck him so bad. He didn't even care who it turned out to be.
The next day, he didn't get groped on the train. It happened in the hall between classes. He almost tripped over his feet, but he stopped just in time and who ran into him but his Engineering teacher, Mr. Stark.
"Excuse me," he coughed. He patted Peter on the shoulder. "You okay, kid?"
Peter stared. His face turned red. It couldn't be. "Uh- yeah! Sorry, Mr. Stark. I tripped."
"Happens to the best of us. Be careful out there." He shot him a wink that he felt in his toes. Then he walked away. Peter pushed through the crowd to get to his next class. His heart was racing. It couldn't have been Mr. Stark. It had to be a coincidence.
The blog was updated again. It was a picture from the hallway right before Peter tripped. Of course he still wasn't sure who it was behind the camera, but the fantasy that went with it...
Every time I see those innocent eyes I can hardly restrain myself. I bet you've only ever been touched by your little highschool boys. I can show you so many things, sweetheart.
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