By RotherhamMan

Clint had been tasked with keeping an eye on the strange man and had tailed the van transporting him to the town. He knew full well what was happening on the van, whenever it stopped at a turn or lights he could see the way it rocked slightly and new someone inside, probably this Thor character, was getting pounded hard. He had been the guy getting fucked in the van and seen others fucked in them to spot the rocking no matter how slight.

He rode his motorbike at a careful distance and when the van pulled into its final destination he jumped off and climbed the building nearby to watch from above. He saw the whole thing—he wasn’t called Hawkeye for nothing. Thor was dragged naked from the van and thrown in the trash. He could see the cage on his cock. He watched as the agents, the names of who he was sure to memorise, jacked off and pissed on the guy who was clearly too defeated and demoralised to do anything. As the van drove off, leaving the poor guy naked and soaked, Thor crawled into the trash and curled up, hiding from the world.

Clint understood; he had been there a few times but had never felt so down and out about it. If it had been him he would have called it a fun night out and one for drunk story times. But not everyone was as shameless as he was and this guy didn’t seem to have been happy to have been fucked by the three men and who knew how many other agents on the base. Half of him was disappointed at the behaviour of his fellow agents, the other half annoyed he hadn’t been invited of as the centrepiece of the event.

He descended from the building with grace into the alley and crept silently over to the hidden figure buried in the black bags. He considered the mound that he knew was actually a person rather than trash. “Hey, you shouldn’t be sleeping out in the trash.”

A deep voice responded from the pile. “It’s where I belong now.”

“Rubbish,” Clint said dismissively before snorting at his unintended joke.  “I mean… look, come on.” Clint puled the bin bags off the man and pulled on his arm to try and get him to his feet. The man was heavy and all of it muscle but he allowed himself to be pulled into a sitting position. He grabbed a dirty dirty magazine to cover his cage, unable to look up to take in Clint any further than his boots. “I’ll get you somewhere warm where you can clean up.” Clint unbuckled his belt, meaning to take them and his underwear of to give the latter to the naked man, but he got the wrong idea.

“You want to fuck my ass too?” he said. It was almost heartbreaking to hear a man sound so defeated.

Clint grinned even though the man wasn’t looking at his face. “It is a nice ass, and I’d love to fuck it, but only is you want me to.” Clint pulled off his underwear, standing with only his boots on from the waist down, and offered them to Thor. “Not the best thing to wear but it will have to do until we get you something to wear.”

Thor looked at the underwear for a long moment before finally looking to Clint’s face. God, the guy was handsome, hot and rugged and the only thing that ruined the look was the look of sadness that was running deep in him. “Why?”

Clint hadn’t expected to be answering questions this deep tonight, he had just thought he would be stalking a guy and checking him out rather then practically counselling him. “Well you have to wear clothes in public.” It was a simple answer and a cop-out but it was also the truth. His eyes couldn’t be stopped from flicking over the man’s body; shoulders, arms, chest abbs, the whole package. “No matter how great your body is.”

Thor looked torn between wanting to take the compliment and to be annoyed at the objectification. He snatched the underwear from Clint and stood to pull them on. “No, I mean, why are you helping me?” He had turned away to pull them on and Clint was able to see his ass properly. The only thing spoiling the view this time was how it had clearly been spanked hard recently and Clint knew what an abused hole looked like.

“Because you look like you need it… and…” Clint considered; he wasn’t even meant to be talking to the guy, let alone telling him that he worked for the guys who had abused him and was meant to be spying on him. But he wanted to help the guy and the first step was honesty. Better he know now rather than find out later. “I work for Shield, with those guys who… handled you. I was told to keep an eye on you but I saw what those guys did and… to hell with that, I’m gonna help you.”

Thor was covered as much as he could be now. Any anger he was feeling for Clint at the knowledge of who he worked for was short lived.  His whole body sagged and he rubbed his arms in an embarrassed gesture. “Fuck it, I can’t sink any lower.” The underwear was too small for the larger man and although he managed to get it on it hugged him like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination. Some of the urine on his body was starting to soak into it. The cage was visible but might be dismissed as a large cock—which it was and no one would dismiss it.

It was still dark but soon the sky would be seeing dawn and Thor should be inside and away from people by then. “I know a hotel just by here. Not a great one but we can get you in without any questions.”

***

The hotel was far from a first class establishment. Clint left Thor out of sight while he went to book a room for one for three nights, unsure of how long he would need. He wasn’t even sure Thor had a place to stay. He knew nothing about the guy beyond what he looked like naked—but this wasn’t unusual for Clint. With the room booked Clint led Thor to it just as the sun was creeping over the horizon and people were starting their day. Anyone who did see the two blonds slipping into a hotel room, one practically naked, then who cared what they thought.

Thor visibly relaxed once he was in a safe environment though he still looked tense and unsettled. Maybe he wasn’t feeling secure here and with Clint as company. Clint suggested he take a shower to clean himself up while he nipped to a nearby store for some clothes and something to eat. Thor was quick to disappear into the privacy of a locking room, the first time he had been alone and safe from anyone in almost a whole day. The lock, though small on the fragile door, was satisfying to use.

His body was mostly dry now but he could still smell the piss on him. Even washed off it would never really leave him, he would always remember the feeling of the warm streams hitting his flesh and the humiliation, even with no one to see. And he also had the cage, cold as it had gone on but now warmed by his body. His cock, even flaccid, was stuffed inside it and he dreaded his next erection that would no doubt hurt a lot. A day or so ago he could have broken the metal with his bare hands and not worried about the broken metal cutting his skin, now he couldn’t even bend it. Before he would have even tried breaking it with a flex of his erection, to have done so would be quite the party trick and would boost his ego to no end.

But he had no ego tonight. Just like he had no cock for all it was worth to him now. He tried to stand to use the toilet but it was clear it would not work. If he wanted a piss he would have no choice but to sit.

He wouldn’t let it get to him any more than he would allow. Instead he would kill those men at the next opportunity.

He turned the water of the shower as hot as he could stand it and scrubbed his whole body over and over. Every time he thought he was done he remembered how various loads of cum had landed on him and rewashed the spot just to be sure. This happened many times, once for each load that had landed on him. Every time he faced the shower and felt the water hitting him he swore the water turned yellow for a moment but knew he was imagining it. He scrubbed more. His whole body must be as red as his ass—which at least felt much better now.

He was just stepping out by the time Clint came back with a bag of clothes and a bag of food. Clint thought he looked so much better after a scrub, cleaning his body of the dirt and crusted remains of bodily fluids. He managed a smile, looking far more relaxed now. Amazing what a shower could do, and what man didn’t look good wearing nothing more than a towel around the waist?

As he set out the food (basic sandwiches and crisps) and clothes (big enough to fit but tight enough to be flattering and generic in brand) Clint saw Thor stood unsure of what to do. He also couldn’t help but notice the towel was bulging slightly at the crotch and knew it wasn’t because Thor was happy. He tried to sound casual as he offered his help, “I can have a look at the lock on that thing if you want. Might be able to pick it.”

Thor couldn’t think of any way to agree without sounding odd so he just nodded. Following a gesture from Clint he dropped the towel and sat on the chair with his legs spread, not much shame left in him and it wasn’t like the man didn’t know all about his body and situation. He wasn’t quite prepared for Clint to drop to his knees between those legs and go for his caged cock so casually. Thor had had blowjobs before from men and women but this man had such a casual attitude, like he was completely desensitised to male nudity. “You, err… don’t seem too uncomfortable around a naked man and handling his cock.”

Clint smiled as he looked over the lock. “Nope. I’m into guys. Let me know if that’s a problem.”

“Not at all.” Thor had bedded many men in his time, always as the conqueror, and Asgard was beyond such petty things as discrimination.

Clint went into one of the pockets on his cargo trousers and pulled out lock-picking tools. It did well to be prepared for any occasion. “Truth is, if it had been me being used by those guys I’d have fucking loved it, I’m seriously into all that. Not for everyone, I know, but that’s the kind of guy I am.”

Thor stared at him. This man liked to be treated like dirt and abused like a common whore? “Would you like getting your cock locked up and pissed on?” he asked, unable to believe this man—who was handsome and by the looks of it a capable fighter—would allow such treatment.

Clint however shrugged, too absorbed in the lock picking to notice Thor’s reaction. “Kinda. I’m just wired that way. I love sex.” He paused in his task and looked up at the man above him through his eyelashes. “How about if I get this cage off you show me what you can do with it?”

Thor could feel his cock trying to harden in its confines and grimaced at the discomfort. It was a reminder of how he had been humiliated and he growled his response to Clint, “If I weren’t caged, I might just throw you on the bed and take out my anger on you, reclaim my manhood.” It did feel good to have a man between his legs, even if he were incapable of doing anything, the memories of the power and pleasure were good enough to ease him and return some cockiness to him.

Rather than look in any way put off or afraid Clint grinned at him with a wiggle of the eyebrows. “And I’d love it.” But then his look fell in both annoyance and disappointment. “But this lock is too good. When I’m back on base I’ll have to swipe the key from them. I got you some clothes,” he said, gesturing to them. “I’m sure you’ll feel much better dressed again.”

Thor nodded. “Thanks, I… don’t think I’ll be able to pay you back.” He thought of the last two men he had been unable to pay for their services and how he just went from one debt to another and each debt came with a cock to suck for repayment. At least this guy was decent and seemed genuinely interested in helping him. The clothes did feel good even if they were cheap and with his body covered he felt more on an equal footing to the man.

Clint didn’t seem interested in any kind of repayment. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s get you out of this pickle first.” He gestured to the food. “When was the last time you ate anything?”

“Other than cock?” asked Thor, and if he timed his words for when Clint was drinking and caused him to spit it out with laughter then that was a joke worthy of his brother.

***

Despite the unimaginable distance between them Loki could see the scene as if he were there in the room with the two men and he was not pleased by what he saw. Had he appeared less than a minute earlier he would have seen Clint failing to get the cage off Thor’s cock and he would have been very satisfied with how his brother’s exile was going. Instead he saw the two sat at the table having a simple meal. He saw Thor doing well for himself despite being alone on an alien world, already laughing with a new friend who he seemed to be hitting it off with.

Loki’s face twitched, not even alone did he allow his dissatisfaction to show.

After watching several minutes of Thor charming the man and seeming at home in his new life Loki ended the vision and returned to his chambers in the palace of Asgard.

This would not do, his brother shouldn’t be so happy in his punishment. Loki had to ruin this for him somehow.

Recent events, the Frost Giant’s attempted theft in the vault, put the idea in Loki’s head. It would need a bit of work but it could be done. When he and Thor had both been young and learning the palace defences they had been taken into the vault and shown the mighty steel giant who was its guardian. He hadn’t seen it since but had never forgotten how it had awakened something in him. He had tucked the memory of it and those feelings away for a long time but now was a reason to make use of them.

The Destroyer would need to modified for a new purpose.

***

For an hour or so Thor had been able to forget his problems and enjoy eating with Clint. He liked the man, clearly a trained fighter but laid back and fun-loving. He would fit right in on Asgard—a thought that brought down his mood slightly. He would love to show the man around and see him on the training grounds. The feeling of the metal encasing his cock was ever present but more-so when his mind wandered.

Clint must have seen him shifting in his seat. “I know the guys who put it on you, never liked them much. I can sneak into their bunks and try and find the key for you.”

“This would not anger anyone? This is part of my punishment.” All of this punishment had been effective in making him regret his actions and rethink his ways. His father may not have meant for things to go like this but it had and he was learning quickly to not get his hopes up too much and trust a stranger—but Clint might be the exception.

But Clint looked confused and almost angry as he shook his head. “No. No on both counts. This isn’t part of anything other than their twisted sense of power over another man. I knew they got off on that—they did it with me—but not like this. One way or another I’ll work out how to get that thing off you.”

He looked so serious that Thor had no choice but to believe him. “That is very kind of you. You have been nothing but kind to me and I have nothing to offer you in return.”

“This isn’t for something in return. But…” There was that look again. “If you’re offering… when I get that cage off, how about you show me how big that cock is… see if its too big for me to fit in my ass.”

Wow, this guy really was proud of himself. It was almost shocking and so open it made him smile. Maybe he could learn from this man. “I would fit inside you, Barton. I make myself fit in my bed partners.”

Clint looked like he was ready to beg like Thor had in the last day but to him it was not shameful—it was freeing and enjoyable. “I’m counting on it. You stay here while I go back to base and ‘check in’ and check out that key for you.”

With Clint gone there wasn’t much for Thor to do with himself. He looked around the small room, about the size of his bathing chamber in his rooms back home, but found little he recognised. Looking down at the clothes he wore he thought they were good enough for him to leave, he could at least look around the town some. Clint had told him to stay there but he needed to do something and he would be back soon enough. He just wanted a taste of freedom again.

The sun was barely up and the people were now milling around in the course of their lives. A few looked at him, probably drawn to his size compared to them. The shirt had short sleeves that barely covered his shoulders and was a tad tight all over but he was not objecting to how his muscles were shown. Let them look upon a true warrior and lust for him. Almost as soon as this thought passed through his head then he thought about what they might do to him and if they were like all the other humans who had wanted him and then had him. Suddenly he felt too large and noticeable.

As he rounded a corner he stopped short at the sight of a familiar cafe. Through the window he could just see the owner, Harry, behind the counter, going about his work with no hint of how he had manipulated Thor the day before. As the experience replayed in his mind some words he had said returned to Thor.

Anytime you want a free drink come back and I’ll give you one along with another practice session.

He could do with a drink but more importantly he could really do with some of the local currency. If he was going to survive in this world then he would need it. He had seen Clint hand some over to the owner of the inn they had stayed at, he hadn’t contributed anything. No matter how much the man said he wanted nothing in return (other than a fucking which was hardly a chore) Thor owed him and was honor bound to repay the debt somehow.

Thor took in a deep breath, puffing out his chest, and strode into the cafe. This time he knew what he was doing.

He was seen almost instantly and greeted as soon as the man had breath to do so. “Well hello there.”

“Hello…” said Thor, curtly. “I errr… need some help.”

The man raised an eyebrow along with the corner of his mouth. “Really?”

Thor straightened. He was a warrior prince, soon to be a mighty king, he could do this! “A…friend of mine has been helping me out and I want to pay him back somehow, but I don’t have any money.”

“And you came to me?” asked Harry with curiosity. Did he expect a drink to be all the payment he would have to give for Thor’s mouth?

“You seem to know people around here. Know anyone who needs work done?” Thor was in no way opposed to manual labour, he was strong enough as anyone could see. It was a while since he had gotten his hands dirty like that but he couldn’t imagine it would be too hard.

Harry nodded, the eyebrow lowering but the smirk staying, growing even. “I know a guy. Allen, he owns the brick building at the end of the block. He’s always looking for… strong guys to help his business. You go along there and tell him I sent you, that you passed my interview process.”

Sounded strange but Thor needed the money and wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. “Okay… thanks.” he nodded and managed to smile at the man, a real one, he found, as Harry had actually helped him again—this time in a reasonable way.

As he left Harry made eye contact with the few male patrons who had overheard what they had been saying. “Allen’s gonna eat him alive,” he said, and there was a round of chuckling. Just to be sure, Harry whipped out his phone and messaged every like-minded guy he could think of, putting out the call that fresh meat was about to be made available.

***

“Hello there, stud! How can I help you out today?”

This must be Allen. There was no one else in the room that the street doors led in from. The windows were curtained so no one could see in and the interior was dark. The walls were black and had no decorations on them at all, nothing to give any hint about what the business was.

Allen himself was a burly man, like many others in the town. Long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a leather vest over a tight green shirt. He looked in charge, a man who knew he was the king of his castle. He looked at Thor friendly enough, obviously taking him in. Thor hoped he was making a good first impression.

“I need a job and Harry from the cafe sent me to you. He told me to tell you I passed his ‘interview process’.”

Allen went from friendly to very friendly and beckoned him over. “Really? Well Harry has a good eye and knows what’s good for my business. If he says you’re good then I don’t doubt it. How soon can you start?”

He probably had a while before Clint came back. “I can start right now for a few hours.”

Allen grinned. “Perfect, lunch break is in a few minutes and there’s always a rush for an hour or so. Come on in and let me show you… the ropes.”

Allen led the way and Thor followed like he should follow his boss—he had a boss, not like when he was training, but a superior in the hierarchy who he was socially bound to respect and obey. He had never had a job before, he had always been trained as a warrior and although he had taken orders he had never taken such domestic ones.

Allen led him him down some stairs into a basement area. It was dark but as he flicked some switches on the wall the room lit up in red lights. From the objects revealed to him Thor understood that he had been set up.

The room was filled with what was clearly sexual apparatus, sex toys and benches and a sex swing. It looked like a torture chamber but without the blood and friendlessness. Every kind of restraint he could think of and toys on the wall he couldn’t imagine the use for. Was everyone in this town sex mad and obsessed with humiliating him?

Thor had no idea what his face looked like but it must have been obvious what he was thinking as Allen was looking at him like he was lamb and Allen was the wolf. “Harry didn’t tell you what this job was, did he?”

“No, he did not,” Thor growled.

“You still interested?” Allen hastened to add,  “I’d pay well, you’ll bring in a big crowd! And you’ll be getting a cut of it!”

Thor didn’t want to, hated the thought, but he wanted to repay Clint and what could happen to him down here that hadn’t been done to him in the last twenty four hours. “I’ll do it for today, see how much I make. I’m looking to pay back a friend.”

Allen sighed in disappointment but ushered him forwards further into the dungeon. “Shame, a guy as hot as you is rarely doing this because he is actually into this. Now let’s get you set up.”

So Thor’s first order from his boss was to strip naked. It was only as he was down to his underwear he remembered the cage that had somehow slipped his mind. He pulled down the underwear that wasn’t his and stood, not bothering to hide himself from a man who was expected to see it all.

Allen laughed, spurred on even more as Thor felt himself go red in the face. “Fuck boy, who owns you?”

“No one owns me!” Thor snapped angrily. “I… was taken advantage of and now I have to get it off.”

Allen held up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, well, you’re not going to be fucking anyone with that on but no matter. Most guys would want your ass anyway.”

Wasn’t that a truth that Thor understood only too well.

Allen walked around Thor, taking him in like a work of art—or an animal for sale. Thor, never one to miss a chance to show off, sucked in his gut, puffed out his chest and pulled back his shoulders, a classic pose to display the body.

Allen however gave his stomach a hard slap. “No showing off, you don’t need to. Let me take you in as you are.”

Thor recovered from the sudden slap and consciously relaxed his body. He should have known he was attractive and not doubted it, he had seen his own reflection enough times and the lust in the eyes of those around him. It had been in the eyes of every man he had met on Earth and was seeing yet again in Allen.

“Yeah, the guys are gonna go nuts for you,” breathed Allen. “How much are you wanting for this?”

Thor shuddered, at both the tone and the words. He better be making enough to pay Clint back. “How much for a hotel room and clothes?”

Allen’s face didn’t give away how he was gauging Thor’s intelligence at a low level. He had no idea how much things were worth? Allen decided to test this. “With the number of guys you’ll pull in? I’d say if you charged a dollar a guy you’d make that.”

Thor had no idea of the currency so he nodded, not knowing Allen was hiding his delight and planning on charging twenty-five bucks for a go on him. He was about to be a lot richer and the stud was about to become a cheap whore and he was hard and horny enough to fuck the man here and now—but he had to restrain himself.

Allen led him to a metal frame and told him to stand in the middle. Thor noticed the straps and buckles and guessed that once in he would be restrained and find it difficult to pull free, if he could at all. It would also be the perfect position to see how strong he was and how his caged cock was displayed for all to see.

Thor complied, obeying his new boss, letting his arms and legs guided and locked into place one at a time until he was spread eagle and unable to cover or protect himself from anyone who wanted to touch him. Once he was in place and comfortable Allen held up a handful of items Thor didn’t recognise at first until they were described to him.

“You can have a blindfold if you want, or a gag, or even a full hood for some anonymity. Any of them or a combination if you like.”

Thor thought over the options. He wasn’t bothered about a gag, he would no doubt be making noises whatever and men seemed to like him making noises. The real question was if he wanted to see who was using him or be seen being used. It was unlikely anyone who saw him here wouldn’t recognise him out there on the street but they might be more inclined to keep their mouths shut. Did he want to see what was coming or be in ignorant bliss until it happened?

“Just the hood,” Thor decided. The hood was leather, he could almost pretend it was a helmet he might wear into battle. There were openings for his mouth and eyes, just big enough, and made his face unrecognisable. He could feel Allen behind him pulling the laces tight and they buckling them in place. Thor didn’t hear the click of a small lock to make sure it could not be removed or see Allen put it in his pocket.

Allen checked his watch. “The crowd should be here any time now, you just gotta sit back and enjoy.” He gave Thor a clap on the shoulder and a smack on the ass that couldn’t be avoided and left Thor to his waiting.

After less than a minute Thor decided it was the worst part.

To be continued…