Cucked at the bugle

Peter took a deep breath as he stood in front of the office of J. Jonah Jameson. His narcissistic and antagonistic boss at the Daily Bugle. As Spider-Man, Peter has faced off against the scariest and most dangerous criminals New York had ever seen without ever dropping his optimistic and joking personality. But facing Jameson as Peter Parker was a whole different story. The older man always found a way to make Peter feel small and worthless. Picking on Peter seemed to be Jameson's favorite hobby. And as brave as Peter can be as Spider-Man, he never can seem to be able to use that bravery to stand up to Jameson. Peter shakes the negativity out of his head; there's no reason to prolong the inevitable.

Peter gently knocked on Mr. Jameson's office door, just like he had done countless times before. After a moment or two he heard the older man's voice instructing him to enter.

“Hmm, what do you want, Parker? Can't you see I'm busy?” Mr. Jameson barked.

Peter suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. From what he can see, the only thing Jameson was busy with was lounging in his office chair. “Sorry, sir, I just wanted to drop off the new pictures of Spider-Man that you requested.” Peter said meekly.

Jameson simply huffed. “Yea, yea, just leave them on my desk. I'll sort through the crap later to see if there's anything worth publishing. Pick up your usual payment at the front desk.” Jameson said as he waved his hand dismissively towards the door.

Peter was about to start leaving the room before he remembered the other reason he wanted to talk to Jameson. “Mr. Jameson, do you have any idea where MJ is? We had plans to go out for lunch together, but I haven't seen her anywhere.” Peter asked.

Jameson smirked at the mention of Peter's fiancee. “I sent her out to follow some leads. You're going to have to forget about any date plans you two had. I assigned her a big case, so she has her hands full. At least I can rely on one of you.” Jameson said he was not able to pass on the chance to make a dig at the younger man.

Peter's hand clenched into a fist at his side. He wanted nothing more than to yell into Jameson's smug face and tell him everything he had ever thought of him over the years. How he's nothing but a washed-up, arrogant, narcissistic bully who no one can stand being around for more than a few minutes. Peter wanted to smack his stupid mustache off his smirking face. But of course he didn't do either of those things. He took a deep breath, unclenched his fist, and walked out the door.

Unbeknownst to Peter, Mary Jane was in the building. In fact, she was in the very same room as him, just a few feet away. Kneeling under Jameson's desk, quietly but lovingly stroking her boss' cock as he verbally disrespected her fiancee.

How did the redhead bombshell find herself obediently servicing a man she used to despise? Well, true believers, it's a tale of corruption, betrayal, and domination.