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Thor watched as Loki moved at the speed of lightening around the kitchen muttering to himself. “Why am I always late?” He was asking himself. “I can never be on time.”
Thor sat on the counter watching him make breakfast for his wife wanting to ask, why are you making her breakfast if you’re late? “Do you want me to plate it for you?” He eventually asked when Loki turned the fire off the eggs.
Loki whirled around to him. “Oh my goodness yes. I will be forever grateful to you.”
“For like five minutes.” Thor smiled taking the utensils out his slender hands.
Loki snorted ah he continued to gather his things, shoving files in his messenger bag. He hadn’t even had time to put his contacts in, he was wearing his square frames and his chin length hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail.
Loki was beautiful. He wasn’t the sort of man Thor usually found himself attracted to. Usually he liked the twink kind. He liked them thin, and feminine like. It appealed to his bisexuality. But Loki was all male. Shorter than Thor by just an inch with a broad back and lean body.
Sif came down, her night gown flowing behind her looking like an angel.
Thor knew better though. Loki was fooled into believing she was an angel but Thor saw her for what she was. It took a while. She was more passive with what Thor would call abuse. But it was there and when she wanted to, she had the power to reduce Loki to a pitiful state.
Loki adored his wife though and did everything he could to make her happy or at the very least content. Thor thought it was more than she deserved. “Hey my Love I have to go.” He said, green eyes sparkling as they always did when they gazed upon her.
“Did you plate my food?” What the first question she asked.
“Thor did it.” He answered grabbing a banana off the center of the table. For her, he cooked eggs, bacon and homemade waffles because Sif was too good for Eggos.
She grunted her displeasure. She liked being served by Loki. In that he agreed with Sif. If he had his way, Loki would be both their subs.
He leaned down to kiss her. “I love you.”
She took his kiss and kissed him back but she didn’t return the ‘I love you’. Thor didn’t think he’d ever heard her actually say it not in the year he’d lived with them. It was such a given that she wouldn’t say it, that Loki didn’t even stick around to see if she would. Instead, he walked over to Thor and kissed his cheek. “Have a good day.”
Thor smiled and watched him leave. Theirs was an odd relationship. Originally Thor moved into the home as a lover and Dom for Sif but all along he knew what he wanted. He wanted Loki. From the moment he first laid eyes on him Thor wanted him. The defiance in those green eyes and that mischievous smile that said he just behaved and if he hadn’t, then he was about to made Thor hunger to dominate him.
“He’s not gay.” She told him again, for the thousandth time.
Lately, it had been a recurring conversation and that’s really because lately, Loki had become much more comfortable with Thor around. Thor knew that hadn’t been part of her plans.
When Loki first approached him at The Avengers Club that Thor and Sif frequented, he did some investigating about the couple. Turned out, their marriage had always been open but they almost always had a woman as their third. The problem with that was eventually, at least according to the owner of The Avenger’s Tony, Sif had a problem with watching Loki with other people. She was possessive, apparently even with a man she no longer loved.
So she kicked the poor Domina to the curb and asked Loki for a male. Loki, being the obedient husband that he was found Thor and brought him home for his wife. Thanks to Loki’s past, Sif was safe in the knowledge that Loki would take no pleasure in Thor’s presence.
How silly. Straight men don’t kiss other men goodbye, unless maybe they were relatives. Loki wasn’t gay and he wasn’t straight. He was somewhere in between and Thor was going to bring that out of him. If only he could get Sif out the way.
“And even if he was.” She continued when Thor didn’t answer. “He isn’t a sub.”
There was another topic they disagreed on. It was true, Loki was not part of the scene. When he went to The Avengers he was an observer and appetizer eater. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have submissive qualities. Loki’s biggest submissive trait was his intense need to please everyone. It wasn’t easily seen with his sarcastic remarks and snide comments but Loki was gutted when he failed someone. Thor had seen it firsthand the first time he moved in.
But there was no time to dwell. He had to get ready for work as well. “You’re too hard on Loki.” He told her as he placed her food in front of her and started to grab a cup of coffee.
“You’re too soft with him.” She countered making Thor grimace.
Sif was not a full time sub, though she promoted herself to be. She didn’t even try to bend her will unless it was during sex which annoyed Thor a bit because though he didn’t expect a perfect sub, he expected a sub who tried.
“That’s a strike for arguing with me.” He told her making her pout. “I’m going to go get dressed for work.”
The three of them worked for the same police precinct but in different departments. Sif was a detective for Vice, Thor worked in Homicide and Loki worked with the Crime Scene Investigations unit. There were times that their worked over lapped, but more often than not, once they went their separate ways, they didn’t see each other again until that night.
Much to Thor’s delight, when he pushed open the bedroom door that night, Loki was already home and sitting on the bed looking through files. He was a bit disheveled, his white shirt untucked from his black work pants and his hair was pulled out of the pony tail covering his face as he quickly scribbled notes in his elegant handwriting.
“Hey there good looking.” Thor smiled closing the door behind him. “Did you have a good day?”
“Indeed I did.” Loki looked up, green eyes smiling. “My team made a huge discovery today in the Brown case.”
Thor had heard about the case on television and had a little inside information from Steve, the lead detective on the case. A man, Joe Brown, was found in the alley dead with his head bleeding and a broken bottle glass at his feet. Prints were impossible to pull form the bottle as it was left in tiny little pieces. It was the only evidence they had and they had no leads.
“What happened?” Thor asked pulling off his own winter coat and boats.
Loki kneeled up pushing his sleeves up his arms revealing old scars and fresh cuts on his fingers. That was disconcerting. “Ok, so I was looking at the bottle and recognized part of the label as a foreign beer. So I bought a bottle and made a mold of it and glued the broken pieces from evidence back together on the mold.
Thor tilted his head. “It worked?”
“It took Jane and me seven hours to put all those pieces together.” Which explained the new cuts. The old ones Thor knew were self-inflicted “And lifted a print.”
“What?” Thor was genuinely surprised. Everyone thought that case would go cold.
“And we ran the print and got a match. HIS WIFE!” Loki seemed genuinely excited about it.
Thor’s jaw slacked. “What? Steve said there was no way she was involved.”
“I know! She was all weepy and somber but she totally bashed his skull in. I even managed to pull DNA off the glass that matched Brown.”
“Oh I love it when you talk DNA to me.” Thor teased as he sauntered over to Loki and pushed him on his back. “Talk police tape to me next.”
Loki laughed allowing himself to be pushed down. “You’re such a freak Thor.”
“Talk to me about UV Lighting.” Thor covered Loki with his body noticing that Loki’s legs automatically opened to Thor’s hips. It took everything Thor had in him not to grind himself down on the lithe man underneath him.
Loki smiled up at him. “I bet you say that to all the forensic scientists.”
“No.” Thor sobered. “I only say that to you.” Yes he was coming on strong, but he didn’t know how long he had before Sif would come strolling in screaming about him not being gay. He had to be quick and to the point though every part of him wanted to seduce Loki not divide and conquer him.
The smile on Loki’s face withered away into almost a frown and for a moment Thor thought maybe he had gone too far or misread the man completely. But then, Loki took a breath and said in a voice so low Thor almost didn’t hear him. “Kiss me Thor.”
Thor’s mouth actually watered. His heart sped up to heart attack speed as he lowered his head. He could smell Loki now, like cinnamon, and he watched as Loki’s lashes lowered. “Thor.” He breathed again. He touched his lips to Loki’s but Loki suddenly jerked away causing a moment of confusion in Thor until he realized he heard Sif come home.
A playful smile flared on his face again as Sif pushed open the door. “Come get your boyfriend off me. He gets turned on by geeks.”
Thor watched Sif as she took a moment to take in the scene in front of her. For a moment, Thor thought she might have been turned on, but that thought quickly vanished as her blue eyes darkened in anger. “Unhand my husband please.” Her voice was tight. She was not pleased.
Thor released Loki who popped up from the bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Sif didn’t wait one minute after the door closed. “He isn’t gay.”
Thor smirked. “Sif, straight men don’t spread their legs and let a gay man slide between them.” He wouldn’t mention him asking for a kiss. No, that was for his ears alone.
“Loki maybe curious but he would never sleep with a man. Not after what his daddy did to him.”
Thor wasn’t too sure if Loki knew how easily Sif shared his secrets. It wasn’t long after he moved in that she told him Loki was abused as a child in every way someone could abuse a child and it led him to have severe issues as an adult. It didn’t take a psychiatrist to see something was off with Loki but he wasn’t sure if the other man would want the man sleeping with his wife to know some of the more intimate problems he had.
“What his daddy did him isn’t what I want to do him.” I informed her keeping his voice low and light. “Calm down Lady Sif, I wasn’t going to pop your boyfriend’s cherry.” Yes he was. Actually he was going to pop that cherry so hard Loki wouldn’t have been able to walk for a week. But he wasn’t going to tell her that. “I’m going to go cook.”
Normally, Loki cooked. Loki took care of all household chores and it wasn’t because he was omega male to Thor’s alpha. Loki wasn’t even a beta male. It took some research on google but he found the perfect description of Loki’s personality under the gamma male heading. In a nut shell, Loki was a social outcast, clingy to those he loved and manipulative when he needed to be. He had traits of alphas, omega and betas but he wasn’t truly any of them. He had the ability to masquerade as anything someone wanted.
And that was Thor’s dilemma. He was never sure what Loki actually wanted. His mind wandered back to the first night he came to the house while he started dinner. Sif was quick to sleep with him and Loki was quick to hide himself into a room. After screwing Sif into the mattress, Thor went in search of water when he came across the guest bedroom where a light was shining through a partially closed door. Since Loki really was the one he wanted in the first place, Thor figured he’d go in and try to screw him into the mattress as well but as he got closer to the door, he started hearing a slight sniffing. When he peaked in the room he realized Loki was crying.
Loki was standing by the window, looking out into the night, crying. Obviously, giving his wife to another man was not something that Loki wanted.
But then the next day Loki came down the stairs making the most obscene and sexual comments about being kept up all night by Sif’s constant moaning. “At least have the decency to shove her face in the pillow. Or gag her. Isn’t that what your type does? Can’t you just demand silence? What’s the point of giving you my wife is I have to stay up late listening to her anyway?” Was just some of the things Loki said while sipping his coffee and eating a donut.
And then a few months later came the almost hateful remarks that would spew out of Loki’s mouth like venom. “Did you really take the last of the creamer? It’s not enough that you fuck my wife but you have to take my creamer too?” Followed by an almost useless fact. “Did you know that creamer in tea tastes just as good as creamer in coffee?”
Sometimes Loki had Thor’s head spinning.
Then last month, all of a sudden Loki’s whole attitude towards him changed. Instead of yelling about creamer he was making Thor’s coffee and giving him kisses goodbye. For a little while Thor contemplated the fact that Loki might be trying to kill him. He did work in forensics, he’d know how to do it. But then he realized that the friendlier Loki was to him, the angrier Sif got at Thor and as a result, she would spend more time with Loki.
Now, Loki asked Thor to kiss him and Sif was nowhere around. In fact, when he heard her coming, he made sure to keep a distance and make a joke so that she wouldn’t suspect that Loki was giving special attention to Thor. Why would he do that if he just wanted to make her jealous?
Before he knew it, Thor had food cooked and he barely remembered cooking it. In front of him was fried chicken and potatoes. He hoped it tasted good because he didn’t even remember seasoning it.
He needed a shower. He needed to clear his head.
He walked back upstairs and wasn’t surprised at all to see Sif riding Loki while he laid flat on the bed. It wasn’t a sign of love but a sign of dominance. She wanted to prove that Loki was hers and hers alone.
Sif moaned. “Oh Thor. Come join us?”
Yeah right. “Let me shower first.” Thor tried to walk past the gasping couple without looking at Loki. The man didn’t have a football player physic or even a basketball player but he was so lean and pale. The things he wanted to do to skin.
Loki never made noise while having sex with Sif. Thor had made it one of his missions to make Loki scream with pleasure. To make him lose himself. To take Loki so far out of himself that there was no way Loki to could hide. He wanted to reveal what Loki really was.
He showered quickly and wasn’t surprised to see Sif sitting on the bed looking a bit put off and Loki fully dressed when he went back into the bedroom. More than likely, at the threat of having to actually have sex with Thor, Loki ended her fun early ensuring there would be no joining them after the shower.
That was alright though. Thor wasn’t as put off by Loki’s desire not to have sex with him as much as by Sif who wanted to flaunt that Loki was hers and always would be.
“I’m going to get some food.” Loki said now dressed in green pajama bottoms and a yellow t shirt. “It smells good.”
Thor watched Loki leave and turned to Sif. “I haven’t forgotten your punishment. I think tonight Loki should watch. Maybe this will introduce him to our world.” Thor could play her games too. Given the choice between submitting and dominating, Loki would choose the latter.
Her eyebrow arched recognizing what this was. “Loki isn’t going to sit by and watch you hit me with anything. Not after what he lived through.”
Thor snorted pulling on some night clothes. “You bring up his past a lot.”
“It has a lot to do with who he is today.” She answered quickly.
“I’m sure it does. But I’m also sure you are using it to your advantage. Are you afraid he’ll want to start whipping you? Or are you afraid he’ll start to want to be whipped?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” She answered confidently. “I don’t have any reason to be. Loki is all about me.”
“Maybe he’s getting tired of you not being all about him.” Thor countered. “Maybe he’d like someone who was all about him?”
Sif got from the bed, naked and livid. Angrily, she started pulling on clothes. “I don’t know what you hope to achieve here.”
Thor shrugged. “Nothing. I’m simply playing by the rules you set forth. I was not to touch Loki unless he initiated it.” She made that clause, Thor knew, because she was positive Loki would never initiate it. “I’m simply saying lets offer him the chance.”
She pushed past him and went downstairs to the kitchen. Thor followed behind her.
Loki was sitting at the table eating when Thor entered the kitchen. He had served them both and was more than half way done with his own food.
Thor sat across from Loki and watched as Sif slid into the seat next to her husband placing one lovingly hand on top of his idle one. “Sif and I had a disagreement.” Thor said before Sif could choose the dinner topic.
“Oh really?” Loki asked in a disinterested tone. “About what?”
“You actually.” Thor answered. “One of us thinks you should be present for Sif’s punishment tonight and one of thinks you shouldn’t be. What do you think?”
Loki looked up sharply, confusion knitting his eyebrows together. “Who thinks I should be and who thinks I shouldn’t?”
A typical Loki answer. “Doesn’t matter. She came off disrespectful and that deserves punishment. I’m asking you if you’d like to be present. There really isn’t a wrong answer.” That wasn’t entirely true. The wrong answer would be agreeing to be there. But he knew Sif wouldn’t hold this one against Loki, no, she’d hold it against Thor.
Thor watched as he tried to figure out what Sif would have wanted. He wanted to make her happy and for a moment Thor started to feel sorry for putting Loki in that position. But then something changed in the other man’s face and he stared hard into Thor’s eyes. “I want to see it.”
000
Sif was furious. No, she was beyond furious. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want Loki to see the punishment as much as she wanted to isolate him from it. It was something the he couldn’t give her and therefore she could get from someone else. As long as Loki failed her in some area, she didn’t need to be faithful to him.
She didn’t know what Thor was playing at. Perhaps he only wanted to place Loki into a submissive role and it really didn’t have anything to do with her. Only it did. Because Loki belonged to her.
They had other playmates and though at first Loki never would join in the fun, eventually, each one of them talked him into it. It boiled her blood to see someone else touching Loki even though, in a very real sense, she didn’t want him anymore.
Her love for Loki diminished long ago but she knew his love for her only grew stronger. Because that was the way Loki loved.
His love was suffocating and consuming. His love was unhealthy and at times scary. She knew that wasn’t really his fault. His sadistic step father enjoyed punishing Loki for the simple act of being born. Loki was a product of rape and his mother insisted on carrying the child full term. Unfortunately, that decision would kill her. While giving birth to Loki she died and her husband hated the very sight of Loki.
There was nothing Loki could do right in his eyes. Whether Loki was a good boy or a bad boy he was punished severely. It distorted Loki’s sense of love. Simply put he didn’t know how to love or how to be loved.
Instead, he sought to please. To pacify. To be someone’s everything always and when he’d fall short of that, he would do things out of character to bring contentment to the object of his affection. And that’s what Sif stood around for. She liked the idea of being obsessed over.
After dinner, Loki cleaned up and Thor called him upstairs. He had laid out all the implements of punishment that they’d agreed on when they contracted with each other. A variety of belts, whips and paddles laid out on the bed. He’d even taken out the canes but she figured it was more for Loki’s benefit. He was testing the other man, she knew, and she hoped with all her might that Loki failed that test.
Loki came in tentatively. She knew this would be hard for him. He worried tirelessly about turning into his father, either one of them really. It’s why she was able to get away with so much. Thor smiled, grabbing him by the hand and pulling Loki towards the bed.
“What should I use?” Thor had asked him, bringing Loki’s attention towards the implements of torture.
“Not the belts.” Sif wasn’t surprised by that. She knew it was his daddy’s favorite weapon. “What did she do anyway?”
“She talked back to me in a disrespectful tone.” Thor answered.
Loki gaped. “You can punish her for being disrespectful?”
“Yes.”
“Can you discipline her when she’s disrespectful to me?” Loki’s dark brow arched making Sif’s eyebrow follow suit.
Thro smiled. “We’d have to contract it.”
Sif opened her mouth to spit something disrespectful at them but then closed it again when she remembered she was there because of that disrespect anyway.
“You should punish her for the disrespect she was just about to show you.” Loki said. “You should add to her punishments.”
Thor chuckled. “No she stopped herself. If anything that deserves a reward.”
“This lifestyle has too many rules and I’m getting board. What are you going to hit her with?”
“That, I’m leaving up to you.”
Loki frowned. “How much punishment are you giving?”
“Just one stripe.” Thor told him.
“So then it should be something heavy. Something that carries a bite.” Loki decided. “But how I can tell what you should use? I don’t know what they feel like. What would you usually use?”
Thor frowned a bit. “A paddle.”
“Okay, so then I have to know what the paddles feel like.” He peeled down the side of his pajama bottom revealing a milky white thigh. “Lay one on me.”
Thor hesitated and Sif had to admit, she would have too. She hadn’t imagined Loki would actually consent to watching her get hit and she certainly hadn’t thought he’d want a test run before she got her comeuppance.
She watched as Thor collected himself and grabbed a starter paddle. The thing barely cause pain and it would take quite a bit of hits to redden the skin. She watched as Thor place a relatively hard smack to Loki’s exposed thigh. It was louder than anything else and Loki didn’t even flinch.
“That was nothing.” Loki complained. “Try another one.”
Again, Thor hesitated before choosing one that was a little heavier than the starter paddle. This one had some sting to it but it was bearable. Depending on how thinned skinned you were, you might get some pink on the skin.
Thor again, landed a blow slightly below the one he placed on Thor prior. Loki winced a bit but shook his head.
“These are not deterrent paddles. This is the kind of pain one might cum to. Come on, you have to have something there that would make her not want to back talk again.”
This time Thor didn’t hesitate, in fact, Sif noted that the bulge in his pants grew. He was enjoying this and was enjoying Loki enjoying the paddles.
He picked up a much heavier paddle. It was the largest paddle that Sif could take. It had a nasty bite and no matter how tough skinned you were, that thing was going to cause significant redness perhaps even welts or cuts.
He didn’t hesitate as he brought the paddle against the fleshiest skin Loki had exposed closer to one of his cheeks. Much to her surprise Loki didn’t cry out. In fact, his eyes rolled back as he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. “That’s the one.” He moaned before he pulled his pants up. He jumped up to sit on top the dresser. “Hit her!” He shouted as he clapped in gleeful way.
Sif frowned. She had not thought Loki would take delight in this.
“Pull down your pants Puppet.” Sif liked that nickname. He only called her that and in truth, she really did like Thor. There was a short time that she contemplated leaving Loki for him. “Hands against the wall.
Thor had on his dominate voice which never failed to make her wet. She did as commanded and waited for the hit. She knew it was going to hurt, but she didn’t want to cry out. Normally, she had no problems being vocal. If anything, sometimes she exaggerated it because she knew it cut Loki deep to be unable to give her what Thor could. But tonight, she wanted to outdo him. If Loki could take the hit without crying out, then she wanted to as well.
The swat came at a moment that she was unprepared. She had no time to ready herself and she was dismayed to hear her own voice cry out in pain.
She heard Loki clapping behind her. “Yay! That was fun.”
Then she heard him jump off the dresser and leave closing the door behind him.
She was livid with herself for yelling out and she was even more upset when Thor took her from behind. It wasn’t because her submission had turned him on or even because she had taken the pain well. He took her from behind so he could imagine her black hair was Loki’s.
000
Loki looked in the mirror examining the cut in the full length mirror in the guest room. It really wasn’t a guest room any more, it was his. It was his hideaway when Thor and Sif wanted to play their games or have sex. Sometimes he’d sleep in the bed with them. He would spoon her and she would be holding Thor. But that was only when it didn’t burn him so bad to watch them sleeping together.
Loki hated Thor with a passion that was ridiculous. He was everything that he wasn’t. He was a constant reminder of his failure as Sif’s husband and yet at the same time, he longed to be the center of his attention.
He knew he’d lost Sif’s love. He wasn’t really sure when but he knew she wanted out. He vowed he’d do anything to keep her but it seemed the more he did for her, the farther away she became. He started to resent her. He started to blame her for his inability to love her right. But at the same time, if she’d just tell him one more time that she loved him, his resentment would wither away and his love for her would consume him again.
“Are you alright?” Loki started a bit at the sound of Thor’s smooth voice. It was hard to look at the man knowing that he’d just screwed his wife but it was equally hard to show just how much it hurt him.
“Yup.” Was his answer as he righted his pajama bottom. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Let me check you.” He said pushing himself into Loki’s room.
“There’s no need.” Loki informed him walked towards the bathroom. “I’ve nursed welts before.”
It was true, he had. He had nurse cuts worse than anything Thor could give out. He didn’t need Thor’s aftercare.
Much to his dismay, Thor followed him into the bathroom. “I didn’t ask you about your experience nursing welts. In fact I didn’t really ask you a question. To demonstrate his point, Thor pushed into Loki’s space. “I put the mark on you, therefore I check it.”
Loki hated every feeling this man invoked within him. Fear, hope, hatred and love all rolled into one nauseating punch in the gut. He lowered the pajama bottom again.
Thor ran a warm hand over the inflamed skin slowly while staring into Loki’s eyes. Loki could get lost in Thor’s blue gaze for hours. It took everything he had to will his erection away. How could he want the man that was actively taking his wife away?
“You have a small cut.” Thor said as he used his body to push Loki further into the bathroom and pulled his medicine cabinet open. He retrieved a small tube of ointment out. He squeezed out a small dab and rubbed it into Loki’s skin.
Loki stood still willing his body not to tremble at the man’s touch. Thor rubbed the ointment in longer than he really needed to but Loki didn’t call him on it.
“There.” He said. “All better.”
They stood there for a moment in the bathroom staring at each other before Loki took a step to leave the bathroom. Thor seized that moment to bring Loki closer to him. With a large hand on the small of Loki’s back he pressed them closer letting out a small sigh.
Loki didn’t physically fight Thor but he let his words come out in a venomous fashion when he felt Thor’s arousal through their pajama pants. “What? Did fucking my wife not satisfy you?”
“I would have fucked you had you stayed.” Thor’s quick response left Loki momentarily speechless. “Don’t worry Kitten. I’ll be gentle with you.” Thor said before adding. “At first.”
Despite himself, Loki let out a whimper so low he thought maybe Thor hadn’t heard it.
But then Thor smiled and said. “Good boy.” Before claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.
Loki kissed him back with just as much passion forcing his tongue into Thor’s willing mouth and biting his lip. He clamped down so hard on Thor’s bottom lip causing the man to recoil harshly, his bottom lip bleeding.
Thor arched a blonde brow. “Bad boy.” He said before roughly pushing Loki against the wall so hard it knocked the wind out of him. Thor took that opportunity to use his knee to spread Loki’s legs. He sharply brought his knee to Loki’s groin eliciting a moan out of the other man.
“Hush now Kitten. We don’t want your purring to waking up the Puppet.”
Loki tried to get himself together. He tried figure out a way to regain the upper hand but the insistent pain in his testicles was making it hard to think.
“See I figured you out Loki.” Thor was whispering in Loki’s ear. Sif complains about how hard it is to get you to come when you fuck her. She hates that she can’t get you off and blames your daddy and his buddies for that one.”
Despite the pain it caused, Loki tried to push Thor off him suddenly raging. How dare she tell him about that? How dare she share something so intimate, something that hurt him so much to give Thor the ammunition he needed to knock him off his feet?
Thor gripped Loki’s hair, putting weight on his shoulder and forcing him harder on his knee. The increased pain stilled him. “But I know the truth Loki. You can’t cum because you don’t need someone to coax out your orgasm. You don’t want someone to loving you bring you there. No, you want it demanded from you. You want it forced from you. For all the romance and love you want, you need a stronger hand to take the choice from you.”
Loki gasped trying to deny it. But to his utter horror, he felt his balls tense and the tingling in his spine. He was going to cum. For the first time in three months he was going to cum and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. It was as if his body betrayed him as his back arched, his eyes slid shut and the first wave crashed. A long groan left his mouth as Thor’s hand covered his lips to muffle the sound. It seemed to last forever. Each contraction brought his body under an assault of pleasure. He had no control over it and was helpless to stop it.
He finally sagged thankful that Thor removed his knee.
Thor placed a peck on his forehead. “Good boy.” He said before adding. “There is one more thing we have to discuss.” He roughly pushed his hands into Loki’s pants pulling Loki’s foreskin back and squeezing the head of Loki’s sensitive cock.
Loki gasped out a horrified as his hands gripped around Thor’s wrists.
“You don’t bite me kitten do you understand?” Thor’s grip was tight as he rapid squeezed Loki.
Loki seized and thrashed but was able to get a weak, “Fuck you.”
Thor smiled at Loki’s fight as he increased the pressure. Loki arched, almost completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through him. This time he was eerily silent and completely shocked as his treacherous body spasmed without his consent.
His sensitivity heightened as Thor continued to ruthlessly stroke him.
“It only gets worse Kitten.” Thor promised. “Say sorry and I’ll make it stop.”
Loki tried to take it but only one full second passed before he was gasping out. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The torture immediately stopped. Loki tried to catch his breath as watched Thor bring one semen soaked out of Loki’s pants and into his own. He could fell Thor stroking his impressive length but made no move too exhausted to do anything more.
Thor didn’t seem to care though as he it took him only a few tugs to cum. He trembled but made no noise until it was over. Then he took his hand, pushed it back into Loki’s pants but instead of moving over his cock, Thor slid his fingers between Loki’s cheeks.
As if he was being electrocuted Loki moved to get away from the finger while whimpering. “No, Thor no.”
Thor’s gripped Loki’s hip stilling him. “Shh shh shh.” He said. “Calm down Kitten.”
It took Loki a moment to realize that he was just rubbing his anus and not penetrating it.
“When I take you here,” Thor said. “It won’t be up against the wall. It will be in your bed, not the bed you share with Sif, because we both know you find no pleasure there. No it will be the bed in here, in this sanctuary you built for yourself. And I will show you how much pleasure your body could take.” Thor gave Loki a thorough kiss. “Now this is what you’re going to do. You have three minutes to shower and one minute to get into bed. You are going to set your damn alarm for an hour earlier, your tardiness really is unacceptable, and you’re going to lay in that bed. I’m going to wait exactly 4 minutes and then I’m going to fuck your wife in her ass, and pull on her black hair imagining it’s you I’m pounding into and you’re going to listen to it as you usually do. But this time, you are going to know that she is a pale substitute for what I really want. When I’m finished you’re going to sleep. Do you understand?”
Oh how Loki wanted to say no. Tell him go hang himself. But he only nodded.
“No Kitten. I want words. Say ‘yes Thor’.”
Loki trembled still sensitive everywhere. “Yes Thor.”
Thor claimed his lips harshly and this time, Loki kept his lips pliant and open. Thor groaned. “Very good. Good night Loki.”
Loki watched Thor leave and despite himself he hurried to follow Thor’s orders. He took exactly three minutes to shower and 1 to put on fresh pajamas and set his alarm, but then stopped. He looked at his bed and at his clock, everything in him telling him to rebel. He didn’t have to listen to anything Thor said. He didn’t have to be in bed in exactly four minutes if he didn’t want to.
How would Thor know anyway? And even if he did, who cared? He wanted Thor to know he wouldn’t get in the bed. He wouldn’t follow his stupid instructions and took no pleasure in pleasing him.
The sound of his phone vibrating startled Loki. He picked it up and opened the text message. It was from Thor. “Get in the fucking bed!” It read.
Loki’s eyes widened. How did he know? He put his phone down without answering and slid between the covers of the bed. As soon as he did he heard Sif moan and his heart fluttered. He wasn’t thinking about how he wanted to be the one causing his wife such pleasure. Instead he was thinking how he wished he was the one able to accept such pleasure.