By RotherhamMan

Thor let himself be led away to a cell without any protest, on all fours the whole way. The men who were surrounding him were big and no doubt trained and he could give them a run for their money but in this mortal form he was unsure of victory against so many. That was if he had it in him to put up a fight after he had already been defeated by Jake, still leading him by his improvised leash. In the last twenty-four hours Thor had sucked off more men than he knew, been obligated to impale himself on his own hammer, and discover that he was weaker than ever thanks to his father’s punishment of exile. So what if he was going to a cell, it was just as much a prison as the rest of this world.

The six guards were wary and intrigued by this unknown man. He looked as strong as any of them and they recognised a warrior in him but they had seen the pictures of how he had been found if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes. It was difficult to take a man seriously once he had been seen with a hammer up his ass, cum all over his face and upper body, and delirious from sucking cock and now he was once again leaking cum from his ass from their champion and was crawling after him like an obedient dog.

Once at the cell he was forced inside with a harsh push from Jake’s boot on his ass. Thor had never been caught by the enemy and had always thought he treated those he had captured fairly but he remembered how he too had pushed captives about and felt a knot in his chest at the memories. He had never used them sexually for that was not the Asgardian way but he knew some cultures did, like Earth. Was such a privileged exclusive to Jake or was he now for anyone to claim? The guards took a moment to watch him sprawled out on the floor, all thinking along the same lines.

“Hey, are you really called Thor? Like the Norse god?” asked one named Mark.

Why was it so hard for them to believe? “I am,” Thor confirmed yet again.

Jake snorted. “You look like a Thor, but never pictured the god of thunder to be a hungry cocksucker!”

There was laughing all round and Thor felt himself heat up and bowed his head slightly without noticing. “I did that… because I lost a wager.” Even to himself it sounded like a pathetic excuse.

This was confirmed a second later when another named Adam commented, “Classic excuse.”

“I bet you made the bet knowing you’d have to suck them all off,” said one of them who he knew was called Sean.

“I thought I could lift the hammer,” Thor muttered feebly. He still couldn’t believe he hadn’t been able to.

“It would take a real man to lift that thing.” Jake was almost angry; of course many of the agents had tried to lift it but had no success, he among them. Many had thought he could do it and being unable to do so had been humiliating. He felt like he had won back their respect with his victory over this man but he had not worked out all of his anger by fucking him. They had closed it off now and no one was allowed to touch it.

“No one short of worthy of its power.” It almost hurt Thor to admit it because it meant he was not worthy any more, if he had ever been at all.

“Wish they’d let me have a go at it, I’d show them.” The speaker was Eric, who had arrived too late to participate in the make shift contest of lifting the hammer. He curled his bicep to show off how big it was– almost as large as Thor’s. “How hard can it be?”

Sean stepped up close to Thor, his boots by his head as he was still sprawled on the floor, and leaned even closer to speak lowly to him. “Tell us, Thor, how hard was it going up your ass?”

“I saw the pictures, they were hot shit!” Mark shifted as he said it and the bulge in his pants became clear. Now he was looking Thor noticed many of them were also tenting their crotches. No doubt watching Jake dominate him had been quite a show of strength.

“Screw the pictures,” said Eric. He grabbed Thor by the hair and pulled him up to his knees and slapped his chest hard. “I saw those pecs of his heaving like a fish on dry land—but for cock! The way the cum on those tiddies shined, I never thought tits on a guy could look so hot!”

“I prefer to leave my load up an ass—but it must have been great to be that hammer!” said Sean.

“Shame that hammer popped his cherry, but I got to be the first to leave a load up there!” said Jake, puffing up his already huge chest proudly.

“Did you like that hammer up your ass, Norse Boy?” asked Eric, also crowding Thor’s personal space with his large frame, his crotch level with Thor’s mouth.

“I…” began Thor. He had been about to deny it but hadn’t been able to stop himself from thinking about how it had become comfortable with it up his ass. No, even that wasn’t the right word. It had felt good. And once he had become used to the shape of a cock in his mouth he had come to learn the different shapes, sizes, smells and tastes he had easily lost himself in the motions of… sucking the cocks of other men. Something he had thought himself above.

Jake was too attentive to not read it on his face and his own face broke out in a grin of triumph and delight. “You did, didn’t you?”

Adam was still stood in the doorway and glanced at the hallway outside the cell. “You know, maybe we can get some answers from you with a little interrogation of our own. The bosses would like to see us take some initiative.”

“Nothing little about this interrogation,” scoffed Eric, openly grabbing his bulging crotch. “What do you say boys? Want to earn a promotion by getting this guy to talk?”

There was clear agreement among them, a noise Thor had heard before in the common men in the crater once he had been chained in place. This time he was free and under no obligation or oath, he could fight them and be perfectly within his rights. On the one hand it was a disgrace to treat prisoners this way, but in other cultures it was expected to take the spoils of war from the conquered.

“Is this… the custom on Earth? To… claim your conquered as… a bed mate?”

There was a moment of them all staring at him in confusion before Jake said, “…yeah, it is our custom.”

“You going to abide by our customs, Norse Boy?” followed up Sean.

Thor sighed. The men tensed as if expecting him to put up a fight but then looked surprised as he bowed his head. “I submit to those who have bested me.”

The men stared in shock. For starters this man was just as good looking now he had been cleaned up as he had been with his ass stuffed and covered in cum. His flaccid cock was larger than any of theirs when hard and the balls matched it in size. Each of them felt a wave of inadequacy at his muscles and manhood but with him knelt before them and submitting their minds wandered to darker thought; how to make a man suffer for being more than they were.

Jake was the first to approach the man. He had the cocky swagger of a man who knew he was powerful and manly, only slightly tempered by wariness of the strange man who might be faking submission to get them close. He circled around him, taking him in properly for the first time and admiring the visible strength of his body, and looked down on him from behind. He gave a kick to the perfect backside and Thor fell forwards onto all fours. He stayed there, not moving without being told. “God that’s a nice ass, that hammer was the first thing up it before me?”

“Yes,” Thor admitted.

Instantly Thor was slapped across the face from Sean. “You’ll address us properly while you are submitting to us! You call us Sir.”

“Yes Sir.”

That was enough to get Jake to full hardness and he undid his trousers to release his erection again. Thor heard the noise and repressed a shiver. Jake put his boot on his back, annoyed again by how small his large feet looked in comparison, and forced his chest down to meet the floor, raising and angling his ass up higher. Thor complied thought he dreaded what was coming.

“Gather round boys. Come see the perfect ass that we’re going to break.”

The men joined him to take in the view. Thor’s ass was perfect, muscular and round, the perfect balance of firm and jiggly. Scott knelt beside it and gave it a light smack to watch it jiggle. Thor didn’t flinch.

“I think he can take more than that,” said Eric. He knelt on Thor’s other side and slapped his ass harder. Thor still gave no response.

Jake grinned evilly. “If we’re gonna break this ass we need to do it properly. Keep at it boys.”

Eric and Scott began a contest of who could smack their respective ass-cheek the hardest and wring a noise from the man. One after the other they brought their hands down on the gradually reddening skin. Thor took it without complaint but it was getting harder and harder to hold in his building pain. He hadn’t felt anything like this since he had been spanked by his father as a boy. At least then he had been clothed and mercy had been taken on him.

It was after ten minutes of slapping that he let slip a grunt at Scott’s latest blow. There were comments on it by the watching men but they didn’t stop until five minutes after that when he was grunting with every blow. His ass was stinging now but he knew this would only be a prelude to what they wanted to do next. He had heard them all releasing their cocks and could just hear the movements of them jacking off to his torment. Some men liked the pain of another man.

His moans were becoming uncontrollable as they passed the twenty minute mark. He couldn’t see but his ass was an angry red now and most men would be wailing in pain—but Thor was a prince and a hardened warrior and he was determined to take this punishment better than any of his tormentors would. Unfortunately his tormentors were just as determined to make him cry—and they were getting close.

Thirty minutes and the first tear fell, shortly followed by a sob that Thor failed to hold in and was heard by everyone. The men grinned in victory but were not satisfied with just one noise of pain, they wanted to make this beast break. They were smacking his ass without pause now but still alternating between cheeks. They had had to change over men several times to spare their hands getting blisters and though Thor was being obedient for them they were now holding him in place in case he tried to get away from the pain.

Forty-five minutes of non-stop spanking and Thor cried. The tears fell and sobs were escaping his mouth like the tears were his eyes. They just wanted to push him a little bit further, they wanted him to beg.

Thor couldn’t believe that a spanking was making him cry and that he was about to beg for them to stop but after an hour of this he broke. “Stop… please stop…” he got out between sobs and the men felt waves of triumph and power that were better than any orgasm could be.

Now they couldn’t wait to move on to the next stage of playing with that ass, they had been kept waiting for an hour!

“How do we decide who goes first?”

“Smallest to largest?”

“Not me!” said several voices at once.

“Sean, we all know you’re smallest.”

“I’m over six inches!”

“And that would make you better than most men but you’re in better company now. Quit complaining, you get first crack at that!”

“It’s Jake’s sloppy seconds!”

“And it will be everyone’s loose sloppy seconds if you keep on bitching, now be a man and fuck that ass!”

Sean muttered under his breath as he took up position behind the Asgardian. The prince was in two minds to be worried or not; hours before he had had something much longer and harder up his ass and then something smaller but more brutal but although this was smaller it was no doubt going to be rougher on entry and would be actively out to hurt him. Thor could handle pain but could he handle this?

He felt Sean’s cock brush between his cheeks, lining up with his entrance before pressing in, the pressure building until—

Thor gave another, louder gasp as the cock entered him. Hands clamped down on his waist and pulled him back onto it as the hips thrust it in further.

“Get in there, really make him feel it!”

Sean didn’t seem to need any more motivation and began his pounding on Thor’s ass, slapping his hips into him with slaps like the hands smacking his ass.

“I can’t wait, I’m gonna have to make do with that mouth. We hear you give good head, you gonna show me how good that mouth is?”

Without thinking Thor nodded but a smack around the face reminded him to answer properly to his betters. “Yes Sir.”

“Prove it.” The man’s cock was out just like all the others and was thrust into him just like Sean’s. Thor fell back on the skills he had learned without thinking and sucked it into his mouth.

“Do you think you can choke him on it, Dave?”

“I’ll try, I love it when they choke on my dick.”

Thor had choked on enough cocks by now to know how to breathe around them when he could, he always had been a fast learner. As Sean and Dave fell into a rhythm of fucking him from either end Thor found his own rhythm of moving with them and getting air when he could.

“Looks like he’s into it, look at him go.”

“Do you… know… how to… clench… that ass?” Sean asked between thrusts.

Thor flexed his glutes and was rewarded with a moan and stuttering in the thrusts that upset the whole rhythm they had and Thor mistimed his breathing and choked on Dave.

“Yeah, he knows how to work his throat too!” cried Dave.

They didn’t last long after an hour of edging to his pain. In moments they were both cumming, Dave filling his mouth and Sean his ass. Thor swallowed the load without thinking and clenched his ass as Sean pulled out.

“Natural; swallows and keeps the cum in that ass.”

Those cocks were quickly replaced and he was back at it again. These were bigger—smallest to largest—but no less brutal in using him. The cock in his mouth was harder to handle than the others and the way it repeatedly blocked his throat made it difficult to let his mind drift as he had hoped. The cock in his ass was also reaching further in and he felt it hitting that spot that only his hammer had touched before, the spot that lit up his whole body as if with lightning. It was a good enough feeling for him to put more effort into working his ass onto the cock and he was getting compliments from the onlookers, calling him things he wouldn’t expect outside a brothel.

When these two were done he was roughly shoved with a booted foot to fall over and rest on his back. Of the six men there were only two left who hadn’t used him but the ones who had were still watching, maybe readying for another go. Jake was the one who had kicked him and was kneeling between his spread legs, pulling them apart and his hips up to meet his cock. Another of the men was kneeling over his head and pulling it back to enter from above his balls pressing into Thor’s face.

“You sluts are all the same, trying to act all macho and tough and compensating with big muscles, all the while wanting man like us to put you in your place.”

Thor really was struggling to breathe this time from the angle of the cock in his throat and then he felt hands on his chest, fingers on his nipples and then—

Thor arched off the floor, the cocks slipping in still deeper as he moved. The pinching of his nipples had sent shocks through him, reverberating to his cock and back and if he hadn’t been hard before he was now.

“Fuck, he has a body made for this shit. Wired up for pleasure.”

Thor’s hands groped wildly for something to hold onto and found the ass of the man thrusting into his mouth.

“He really does want to choke on it!”

“Then give the slut what he wants!”

Thor’s eyes watered and he did his best to bring at least the man in his mouth to orgasm to end this ordeal. He moved his tongue and tried to open and close his throat and suck in his cheeks, anything his mouth could do to make the man cum.

It worked and another load was fired down his throat. The man still waited in his mouth for his orgasm to end before leisurely pulling out. Thor gasped and slumped boneless to the floor as Jake finished off using him for a second time. He had been no less aggressive than before and was leaving more bruises on top of the other ones he had left as he pulled Thor onto his cock with a fearsome energy.

Thor had never been so glad to have a man cum in his ass as it meant the worst was over. Maybe now they would leave him alone, they had all come in him and he had done everything they wanted of him. But looking at them with watering eyes he knew they could go on all day. This was just getting started.

“Hey are you guys in with—hoy shit!”

everyone looked round to see Agent Torrent stood in the doorway with his jaw all but on the floor.

Jake didn’t miss a beat as he pulled out of Thor and stood up with his cock still out and dripping. “Hey Torrent, come to join in?”

Trent gaped at him. “What? No! I’m here to see where you’ve been for the past two hours!”

Sean rolled his eyes. “Interrogating the prisoner, obviously.”

“Did you at least get anything out of him?”

“Other than three loads?” said Scott with a laugh.

Three loads? Thor looked down at his cock and saw his stomach and chest spattered with his cum. He hadn’t even noticed. How many loads was that today? Eight in a matter of hours? The men of Earth were besting him by making him come so much!

Torrent snapped back, “I’ll bet it was difficult for him to admit anything with your cocks in his mouth. Anyway, we have to let him go.”

All the men there looked and sounded angry and upset by this—but for the one lying on the floor. “What? Why?”

“Apart from what you guys have done?” Torrent gestured to Thor and all the cum on and leaking out of him. “We have no real basis to hold him on. He was chained onto that thing by those yokels and is now twice the victim because of you guys. We have to let him go.”

There was annoyed muttering from all around as the men tucked their cocks away.

Torrent turned to leave but called back to them, “And don’t just chuck him out, give him a ride into town and apologise for this. Least you can do after this.”

“Sure thing boss,” said Eric.

Thor knew by the tone of voice this didn’t bode well for him. He looked up to see Jake leering down at him and against every iota of will and pride he had his cock twitched at the man’s words.

“We’ll give him a ride.”

***

Jake, Eric and Sean all made sure they were the ones to release Thor. This might be the last chance they got to have fun with the guy and they were going to make the most of it. Sean would be driving so he was quick to fuck that ass one more time while he had the chance. When he was done they loaded the man into a Shield van and drove out of the base for the local town. Jake and Eric had their fun with Thor as they drove. Thor had wondered why he was still allowing them to treat him like this now he was being freed but he was passed caring. And if he was starting to like the feeling of his prostate being hit by the head of a cock then they didn’t have to know that.

“Flip him over,” said Jake as they were spit roasting him. With difficulty, as neither wanted their cocks to leave the warmth of the guys holes, they managed to turn the hunk onto his back, his erection now pointing straight up as they now expected it to be. “Should have known a stud like this would love being fucked senseless.”

“Yep, always the ones overcompensating. Have you seen Rulmow? Bet he’s a bottom bitch! No way are those Party stories true.”

Jake reached down to Thor’s perineum and pressed down with practised precision. To Thor’s surprise his erection sagged instantly and went to it’s flaccid state.

“Neat trick.”

“Yeah, the guys at the parties really know how to work a man’s body and are good enough to show newbies how.”

Thor couldn’t see what they were doing, Eric’s balls were slapping him in the face, covering his nose and eyes. Jake reached into his bag, never stopping his expert fucking of Thor, and pulled out a metal cock cage. It had to be larger than normal as Thor was well endowed. He slipped the ring over the balls with a bit of difficulty, slapping thor’s hands awy when they tried to stop him, then had just as much difficulty getting the flaccid cock through with it.

Thor was naive enough to think he was at worst just being given a cock ring for some fun. Then he felt the metal around his cock and realised what was happening but by then it was too late. His arms and legs couldn’t find the purchase to get his users off him to stop them and over the sound of the engine and the grunts and slapping of his assault he managed to hear the click of the lock on what he knew was a metal cage imprisoning his manhood.

“No point trying to stop it now, Norse Boy, the key is back on the base and you’ll have no luck getting in let alone finding it.”

“If you want to have your cock back then you’ll be doing as we say while we’re here to use you.” This idea in the men’s minds pushed them over the edge and they loaded Thor up with more cum at the same time.

Thor felt the van stop and the two pulled out, leaving him laying there, used and naked but for the metal of the cage. He made no movements as they opened the doors and manhandled him out.

They were in an alley back in the town, Thor had no idea where. They gave him a push, too hard and in the wrong direction to be friendly. With his legs a bit shaky and the strength of the shove Thor stumbled and fell onto the bags of trash that had been dumped there. He looked up at the three men, the meanest of all those who had used him.

“One last gift,” said Sean. He had been hard and touching himself as he drove, listening to the sounds of his friends using the guy and watching them in his rear-view mirror. He now pulled out his cock and jacked it off over the naked man.

“And from us, a ‘Shield’ Send-off.”

The remaining two cocks started pissing on him. Thor didn’t have it in him to do anything. He had hit rock bottom. He just lay there as two jets of piss and soon a load of cum followed by more piss landed on him from the men who had owned the fallen prince.

“Fuck, he looks hotter than ever.”

“Can’t wait for some proper time off with him.”

“It’ll be soon, don’t you worry.”

The three turned away from him like he was just another trash bag and got back into the van and drove off. They had left Thor no clothes. He spent a few minutes lying there, coming to terms with everything that had happened before he dragged himself behind the bags of rubbish and curled up. It was warm enough and he needed sleep. He would think about how fucked he was in the morning.

***

As they drove away the three were already making plans for their next session with the stud.

“Think we can get two cocks up that ass?” Sean wondered.

Jake laughed. “I think we will no matter how hard it is.”

“Using the Asset has spoiled you, can you even think of vanilla sex any more?” teased Eric. It was known that Jake was one of the best handlers of the Asset seconded only by Rumlow and Pierce and when he had his way with it he was just as brutal in his treatment.

Jake grinned, his cheeks almost hurting from all the grinning he had done that day. “No, I need to be in charge of another guy to get off properly.”

“Shame the Asset isn’t more available.” Sean had so rarely gotten a turn with it, just a few passing blowjobs, and was clearly bitter about it.

There was a moment of pause before Jake spoke again slowly. “You know, I’m sure the bosses would like another Asset, or maybe they would let us have a relief toy for when the Asset is on ice.”

The three exchanged looks. “You think we could persuade them?” asked Sean.

Jake shrugged. “I think they’ll be eager to agree once they see this guy. You know Pierce is quick to hog the Asset and we need something to use when he does. It’ll keep the men happy.”

“Yeah, didn’t look like he had much brains to start with, bet he’d be easy to make compliant.” Eric was already dreaming up all sorts of things to do to break the stud and was sure Jake was devising something truly twisted for him.

Jake had his mind set on it now and there would be no stopping him from having what he wanted. “Soon as one of us gets a shift off we find him again and secure him. Either way we’ll be having a piece of that ass again.” Even if the top dogs didn’t want this Thor as an asset or an ass he would. It would be for the good of him and his men. “Hail Hydra,” he said, words that justified anything for the greater good.

“Hail Hydra,” confirmed the other two men.

To be continued …