Becoming Humble – Part 07

By RotherhamMan

Thor made his way up the stairs slowly, taking one at a time. He ached all over; his ass, his cock, his nipples. He had thought the men at the Shield base had been rough as seasoned warriors but it turned out that Earth’s common man was even more deprived in their treatment of their sexual conquests. They had all fucked him one after the other at least once each with any coming back for seconds. All of them had buried themselves deep inside him when they came and with each step he felt a little more leak out of his ass and run down his legs.

He stepped out into the lobby, and the owner of the establishment glance at him and whistled, his eyes slowly travelling up and down his body, taking him in in a different way that when he had arrived, in particular his pierced nipples. “Looks like the boys got their money’s worth. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Thor had no idea how to answer. His cock and balls hurt more than it should to say they had received so little attention compared to the rest of him, like the cage had gotten smaller on him. He ignored the other possibility and how, whole his body was dripping sweat, his cock was dripping something else. He ignored the question. “Where are my clothes? And I need this hood taken off.” He had searched briefly for something to cover himself but had had to walk around fully naked but for the hood which he discovered wasn’t just laced and buckled but locked too. In his current state he was far too weak to break the lock, if he could at all now. It felt so tiny but might as well be sealed with magic for all he could do to break it.

Allen took out the key and circled round Thor to unlock the hood. He paused, pretending to find the right key, drinking in the beautiful sight of Thor’s ass, bright red from the flogging and leaking cum like a river. He had to get this guy back in here sometime. “Clothes should be down in the corner where I left them,” he told the hunk as he undid the hood. It was a lie; he hadn’t left them there. The stud hadn’t seen him take the clothes upstairs with him, only half planning this as he watched the men go in from his desk and watched them at play with the man on the CCTV. The more he had seen and the hornier he had gotten the more he had planned and hidden the clothes and returned with new ones that would suit him much better.

Thor tried to recall the man putting his clothes where he had said but hadn’t really seen anything as he had been thinking about what was coming. He didn’t contradict the man, not thinking the man to be dishonest at all. “They weren’t there when I looked for them. Someone must have taken them.” Thor couldn’t explain the heartbreak of losing the clothes until he realised that they were just about the only thing he owned—and even they had been given to him by Clint who he had come here trying to pay back. Now he was back to having nothing.

It took a lot for Allen to keep a straight face, the blonde looked so cute when he tried to concentrate. “Ah, the boys might be having some fun with you then. They’re wondering what you’ll do without any clothes; walk home naked or stay here until they come back.”

Thor blinked and looked to the door where the daylight was visible through the cracks between it and the frame, picturing stepping out onto the street with nothing on. “Am I expected to leave naked?”

“Well you could, I’m sure many would enjoy the view,” Allen smirked while looking thoughtful—though he was thinking about how that would go rather than an alternative to being naked. “But that might get you thrown in the local jail.”

Thor could just imagine how that would go and for a moment the two had similar thoughts in their heads. Only one was honest with how his cock throbbed at the thought while the other’s cock couldn’t throb though it wanted to.

“Or I have a few spare clothes that might fit you,” Allen offered.

Thor nodded eagerly, desperate not to face any more humiliation, and Allen handed him a stack of clothes from under the counter, suspiciously on hand. At first Thor thought there had been some mistake but as he took up the garments one by one he saw what the next part of the joke was. The clothes had been left in the lost and found by a few skinnier guys who had been to the club on other rowdy nights, but they had been under the cover of darkness and had always had someone to take them home rather than walk home naked—though not their own homes.

The shirt couldn’t really be called a shirt. It was more of a vest that wouldn’t even cover his shoulders a the top and came down just enough to cover a man’s chest but would be stretched thin on him. There was no underwear but for shorts that stopped just below, if not level with, his crotch and might not hide his manhood even caged. And for his feet a pair of flip-flops. Just the three items of clothes. Not even underwear or socks.

Allen was struggling to grin and pretend to be sorry for him. “They might fit you, best I can do.”

They would have to do. He could not afford to be choosy. Thor pulled the shirt on, taking care not to tear it as it was so small and fragile compared to his size and strength. It was skin tight and the hem just covered his newly pierced nipples, the edge rubbing over then and making him hiss. The shorts were just enough to cover his crotch, the cage helping, but there was a bulge that was almost unmistakably not just a cock but one in a cage.

He really was wearing the bare minimum for being in public and might as well be advertising himself.

Allen reached into a lock-box Thor could see was filled with the local currency. “Here you go, your earnings.” He held out a roll of notes that wasn’t as thick as Thor had hoped to earn.

Thor took the money and counted. They had agreed on one dollar for every guy and he now had… $23. Had it really been that many? He hoped it was enough. He searched for a moment for pockets before realising the shorts had none and the only place he could keep the roll of bills was…

He slipped the roll into his shorts between his ass cheeks. He would have to make sure they stayed in. Allen watched him do it, eyes widening at the unexpected twist.

“You’re welcome back anytime if you need more,” said Allen breathlessly. Thor was sure he meant that even if the business was closed—if it ever did close—then Allen would use him himself.

Thor just nodded, not even able to muster the energy or decency to thank the man for his help, and left the establishment.

He immediately felt exposed. The sky was clear and the sun was hot and he was not just sweaty but unkempt and no doubt showing bruises that would be clear to everyone who saw them—and anyone who saw him would see them—what he had been doing to get so messy. The air was just cool enough to be felt on his skin and he became even more aware of how bare he was. The sooner he got back to the hotel room the better.

He set out and kept his eyes down on the ground to ignore anyone he passed—and he passed far more than he would have liked. It was the middle of the day after all and there was no way he wasn’t being looked at by everyone who caught sight of him. He heard muttering and whistles of appreciation. Once or twice he felt a hand touch him, quickly squeezing his body as he passed. Any other day he might have grabbed them and made them pay for daring to touch him but today he just kept his head down and kept on going.

There was a cool feeling on one of his legs and with horror he realised that cum was still leaking out of his ass. He felt his whole body heat up for other reasons than the sun. Cum running down his legs might go unnoticed, but a wet patch on the ass of his shorts would be hard to pass off as sweat. Amazing how a man could suddenly wish to be able to keep a bucket load of cum up his ass if the alternative was having it run down his legs.

“Thor?”

Thor stopped dead as if his name were a spell to immobilise him. He dared to look up, focussing on the one man he knew and letting all the others become part of the background. Clint was stood staring at him in surprise and some other emotion Thor couldn’t name. Was is disgust at seeing him like this? As if he didn’t feel dirty and ashamed enough.

He had to say something, to try and explain himself. “Clint, I was just…”

“Just out getting another round of cock again?” Clint growled. Now anger was growing on his face.

Thor wanted to deny it so he did even though it was half true. “No…” he said, though he knew he wasn’t convincing the man.

“Bullshit. I know how it looks, I’ve been there enough times. You got used hard, didn’t you? You even know how many guys you took?”

“Twenty-three,” answered Thor, the number burned into his brain.

“Kept count did you?” Clint snapped. “They were right, you really are just a whore. I thought you had just got caught up in all this and needed help but if this is how you are then why should I help you? I know a guy like you can make his way easy enough and have a great time with it. Just bend over for anything you need like the whore you clearly are.”

Thor opened his mouth, desperate to justify his actions and give Clint a reason to trust him, to help him, to be his friend when he most needed one. But how could he make the man understand how low he was having to stoop to be able to do anything for himself, to just try and repay Clint for how he had helped him.

There was a loud noise Thor had never heard before and he turned to see one of the human vehicles stop by them. It was black and white and had lights on top flashing blue and red. There was a noticeable change in the atmosphere as two men stepped out in uniforms similar to the ones the Shield agents had worn. Some of the onlookers moved on while some others stopped to watch.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” asked one as he leisurely walked up to them with an air of authority that looked, to Thor’s trained eye, to be unearned and contemptuous.

“No.” Clint was short in his answer. “Officer,” he added, trying to be polite to these men. Men of some authority, perhaps a local guard?

But the two men had little interest in Clint. They had their eyes fixed on Thor like so many others had recently. “We’ve had some reports of you going round showing off… like you’re trying to sell yourself.”

“I’m just trying to get…” Thor wanted to say home, and it would be true. He wanted to go back home more than anything right now but he had no home. Just the hotel room that he hadn’t even paid for.

The guards didn’t seem to care anyway. “Sir, we’re going to have to arrest you for indecent exposure. Come along quietly now.”

As they advanced on him from either side Thor looked to the only one who might help him. “Clint?”

But Clint was expressionless. “This is what you get for going round dressed like a slut.”

Thor was so struck by the venom in Clint’s voice that he didn’t protest as the officer brought his hands behind him and cuffed them. His chest was pushed out by the position and the shirt pulled up to show his nipples, hard and raw for Clint to see. His eyebrows raised but otherwise he was unmoved by the marks on his former friend.

Thor was steered to the car and manhandled into the back seat. He went willingly, he knew it was his best option. He had burned his one bridge and now had nothing. As he moved into a siting position he felt the cum gushing out of him as if it would never end and closed his eyes, wishing he could be as unseen as everyone else was to him now. But everyone was seeing him and saw him for what he was now: a common street whore.

***

As soon as they had left Clint, bound and leaking and in shock in their bunk at the base, the three agents of Hydra had taken a jeep to the town to search for their prey. Their superiors had seemed interested in their idea for a new asset, and horny for it too, and were willing to see the candidate for ‘evaluation’. They had scoured the town, searching out from where they had left him and using their knowledge of seedy areas and desperate men. They had thought it wouldn’t be too difficult but now it seemed that Barton had been more involved than they had hoped with the man and had hidden him well.

They had finally spotted Thor as he walked down the street and been happily shocked by his outfit and the large wet patch on his shorts and wondered, similarly to Clint did, how he could be such a slut. As they had been driving up to grab him though they had also seen Clint approach him and aborted their plan. They weren’t noticed as they drove past, each man on the side-walk focused completely on the other. They pulled up nearby and discreetly watched the scene unfold.

“What’s he doing here? How does he know this guy?” growled Sean.

The other three were thinking the same thing but only Jake was putting the dots together. “Guys, did anyone check for the key to Thor’s cage when we found Clint about our bunks?”

They looked to one another, each hoping the other had when they hadn’t. Only Jake knew it had been in his pocket and wasn’t going to admit that he had been pick-pocketed when he discreetly checked and found it to be empty. He was going to make Barton pay dearly when he got the chance.

“Shit, you think he was getting it for him?” asked Eric.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to be giving it to him.” Sean was right.

It looked like the two were arguing over something. Maybe Clint was angry over how Thor had gotten laid while he was trying to help him out. As they watched a police car pulled up and Clint stood by as Thor was arrested.

Sean slammed his hands on the steering wheel as the car drove off. “Damn it, what do we do now?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “We go get him, obviously. We’re ‘Shield’, we can use our authority to get him out, saying he’s wanted for questioning again.”

Eric grinned. “Does this mean we get to ‘interrogate’ him again?”

The other two groaned. “Christ you just came up the Shield-slut’s ass and you want to go again?” said Jake.

“Don’t you want that muscle ass again?” Eric licked his lips at the memory of that hole and how he wanted it again. “I’ll bet it’s sloppy as fuck now. Did you see the stain?”

The other two were remembering too and at the memory of how fucked out he looked now they both realised that they were all hard again.

“Fuck, you’re right,” admitted Sean.

Jake thought it over quickly, thinking with his brain first and cock second. “Okay, we get him, find somewhere out of the way, and make it quick.”

Eric sat back in his seat with a grin, palming his crotch as Sean drove off to the station.

***

As the police car drove away, speeding slightly as the drivers were no doubt in a hurry to get their captive alone, Clint swore under his breath. He had really started liking Thor, he so rarely met people he liked, especially outside work. He had been so polite and friendly and that was after being fucked and abused for half a day he had found it endearing and had quickly become fond.

But the guy wasn’t worth his time. Not when the first thing he did was go and spread his legs for anyone who wanted him. He had seen the cum on his legs and the size of the cum-stain on the shorts was huge. And those nipple rings definitely hadn’t been there before, he knew that, he hadn’t even seen any piercings for them to go.

He knew, deep down, he wasn’t just being too hard on the man but he was also being hypocritical. He had done the exact same thing many times for fun, how could he judge someone doing it for survival in this world? How many missions had he come back from and felt the need to have his brains fucked out? Too many, more times he could count by more men he could count. Maybe the difference was he was as honest about it as he could be while Thor—if that was his real name at all—had acted as if this wasn’t the norm for him. What kind of straight guy got himself gang-banged by men for the first time, acted ashamed by it, and went and put himself through it again at the first opportunity?

The real reason he was turning his back on the man was out of misplaced anger. Turns out they had both been getting their ass pounded but while Clint had been made to have a painful and violent time of it Thor had been having what looked like Clint’s idea of a fun afternoon. Why should Clint be nice to the man when he had suffered for him only to have it undermined like this?

Just as he was turning to leave his noticed a roll of dollar bills on the ground. He picked it up, wondering who had dropped it. Not likely the cops, who wouldn’t keep money in rolls like this, but only Thor had stood there. Clint counted out the bills and his heart lurched at counting twenty-three in single dollar bills. Thor had known the exact number of guys who had used him and had the money to prove it. There was a residue on the bills that Clint knew without thinking was cum, and a sniff told him where it had been stored on Thor’s person.

He had been used like a cheap whore, taken advantage of and had so little to show for it. And why would he sell himself? To make money. Why so cheap if he needed money? Because he was desperate for money. Of course he was, the guy had nothing, not even the clothes he had been wearing.

Fuck, Clint had been a bastard and let the poor guy be taken away to some country jail. He knew what went on in those places—in the past he had gotten himself arrested so he could be part of it!

He shoved the money in his pocket and set off at a jog back to the hotel where he had left his bike. Time to be a knight in shining armour and make up for being a dick.

***

Thor had never been to a country jail—or any Human jail other than Shield’s—but he knew exactly what he was in for. However scantily dressed he had been he had been dressed and had been brought in for one reason. He didn’t need the law men staring openly at his body to know that. But after what he had already done today what was another few guys. He wasn’t fool enough to think it would just be these two.

In the station he was escorted through the offices at a pace he was sure was slower than normal and so everyone there, all men, could see him. There were even compliments called out to the arresting officers, complimenting them on their catch of the day. They paused in the middle of the office floor to make idle chatter and Thor just knew part of the reason was to let everyone take in the sight of him. He wanted to glare at them in defiance, show them what a real man looked like, but knew from experience that this would only lead to them being all the crueller when their turn came. Maybe keeping his head down again was the best plan not to make things easier but to stop them from getting worse.

In the back, when he was finally led there, there were the cells, some occupied by guys who might have been bikers judging by their leathers. They too made their comments but were far more open and graphic than the officers were, no doubt not bound by the rules of their position. They would not be there if they were nice people—but Thor had met enough people around this town to know the nastiest were the ones walking free. Was there any chance that by this logic the ones in the cells were the nicest?

Thor was led into an empty cell across from the occupied ones with the two officers.

“We’re going to need those clothes as evidence,” said one with a grin.

Thor didn’t bother protesting and took the clothes off, just as carefully as he had put them on even though he doubted he would be seeing them again. It was as he had his thumbs in the waist of the shorts, about to pull them down, he realised two things: this would mean exposing his cage again, and—far more importantly—the roll of bills he had earned was gone, it must have fallen out somewhere. It probably didn’t matter, it would have no doubt been taken from him too, but all that effort was now for nothing. Just as well as Clint clearly hated his guts now.

He went ahead and pulled them down. The expected shouts and laughter from the cops and the other prisoners who could see him were easy to ignore by now. He handed over the three items of clothing that weren’t even his and stood naked in the cell. He didn’t even cover himself up, what modesty did he have or need now?

“Better search him, just to be sure.”

“Put your hands on your head and stand with your legs apart.”

Thor complied, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular, resigned to the treatment and the inevitability of it all. The men circled him, eventually putting their hands on him and running them over his skin as part of their ‘examination’. Their fingers caught his nipples, expertly appearing to accidentality pinch them between his fingers. He hissed at first, giving away how sensitive he was, and the two men quickly took advantage with pinching  his nipples and flicking and pulling on the silver rings there. As if they were switches controlling his cock he felt himself trying to get hard in the cage again.

“Think we better do a cavity search, can’t be too careful.”

Thor didn’t know what this was but by the whoops of the prisoners and the hand on his back pushing him forward into a bent over position he quickly guessed. His hands were pulled to the bars and cuffed again through them to keep him in place. He was now in a familiar position with his hole exposed for anyone to use. Was there any point in resisting? By this point he was well experienced enough to go along with it without being told.

Hands spread his ass cheeks and fingers prodded at his ass. “God, this is loose and sloppy already!” He could feel the last of the cum from almost two dozen men starting to dribble out of him and run down his leg to join where the other dried loads were. “Someone’s been busy today!”

“Looks like Allen’s place had a full house for lunch,” said one of the prisoners, voice soaked in envy.

“Fuck, man!” laughed one of the cops, “It’s barely noon and you’ve got your ass full of cum!”

“I’m sure it won’t make any difference if we add a few more…” suggested the other, his grin audible.

Thor was resigned to it by now. He knew what was going to happen. After all he had been through he could handle this, how was it any different? Sure enough there were the sounds of belts unbuckling and zips undone. Thor looked over his shoulder and saw the two cops gently stroking to full hardness. The prisoners were breathing heavily and rubbing their crotches, occasionally calling out support for the cops or insults to him. Thor actually chuckled at the insults, if only they had known the things he had done in the last twenty-four hours!

The fist cop pressed in and then gripped the bars on either side of him rather than Thor’s body. He used the bars for his leverage to fuck into him and Thor was forced into the bars as he was fucked. It wasn’t comfortable but once the cock started hitting that spot inside him he stopped caring. How could it still be so enjoyable when hours ago it had been so thoroughly used by so many? And how could his cock be trying to get hard and his balls aching when they had been emptied so completely? He shifted so the cage was pressing against one of the bars and tried rutting into it with the thrusting but the cage was between his cock and any real friction. Still it felt good to be humping something and he kept at it, also moving back onto the cock as it slammed into him. His actions were not missed by those around him and only spurred them on.

Thor soon felt foolish for thinking he would be getting off so easily as having to deal with just the one cop. As the first cop was finishing up in him the cops from the offices started coming in and watching with the prisoners as the second began on him. Thor looked up at them, the guards who were supposed to spend their days enforcing the law. If he had caught the guards on Asgard doing this he would have them locked up for a night, see if they got it out of their system being used by all the prisoners.

When the second had finished it was clear he was going to be the cum-dump of the whole station as they moved into the cell with him and readied themselves for a turn. He had left one whore house for another; a nice summary of his time on Earth. They all used him in a similar way as the first had, leaving him sure he was not the first they had used like this in these cells. He still tried to get some stimulation to his cock but it seemed to be no good. No matter how much they hit his prostate he could not come from it alone though he felt like he came close a few times. The cops felt it too and changed the angle of their thrusts to avoid the spot and deprive him of the pleasure. His balls must be full again as he could feel them screaming to expel their cum again, despite their complete emptying only hours earlier.

It was as the twelfth guy finished that one of the cops who was still there and watching concluded the search of Thor. “I think this guy is harmless,” but Thor’s relief was quickly dashed with, “But better let the next shift take a look to be sure.”

They uncuffed him from the bars but quickly brought his arms behind him and re-cuffed them. Thor was in no position to fight, his legs weak and arms aching, and afraid to make an enemy of the lawmakers here for fear of what else this town might have in store for him if the law-men and average men were so perverted to him.

Still naked he was marched out of the cell and across to the occupied one. “Let’s keep him in with the other’s, no point wasting a cell.”

Thor almost laughed madly at the obvious turn of events. He was grabbed by the back of the neck and forced into the now open cell. The men inside didn’t even look like they wanted to leave like they had when he had been brought in, they were getting a piece of the action now. Thor was shoved inside and caught by the four men who wasted no time in grabbing any piece of flesh they could from his chest—or tiddies as they were being regularly called now—to his ass that was now leaking again.

“Play nice boys, wouldn’t do to have any injuries in our cells,” said the last cop to leave, closing the door behind him and leaving Thor at the complete mercy of the strange men who no doubt had minds just as dirty and fucked up as the rest of the men in this town. The boys gave no sign they had heard the warning or cared about his safety. Thor wondered if these men could be any worse than those at Shield. Within moments Thor was bent over and had another cock in his ass and another in his mouth but thrusting hard, hands digging into his hips and yanking on his hair. With his hands still cuffed there wasn’t anything he could do to stop them.

“God, this pussy is amazing,” gasped the man using his ass, “All those cocks and it’s still tight!”

“Tighter than his mouth.” The man fucking his skull let go of him with one hand just long enough to slap his face. “You better do better or we’ll make you do better.”

Thor closed his lips and hollowed in his cheeks and the man was satisfied. When had he learned that trick? And why was it so easy to do for him, as if it were natural?

With so many men around him making noise and so consumed by the cocks inside him, Thor did not hear what only one of the men did.

“What was that?” said that one man.

“What was what?” Neither of the men currently fucking Thor had heard anything, but they were pretty busy. Thor hadn’t noticed anything either but he had also been busy. The cock’s in his mouth and ass were jostling him so much he couldn’t tell that the room had shook.

He couldn’t help but notice when the wall was smashed in though.

The men dropped him and retreated as best they could from the falling debris with yells of fear. Thor fell to floor and felt rubble from the now demolished wall land on top of him. He pulled himself back together, putting aside everything he had been through—now there was real action happening—and scrambled away from the hole in the wall as best he could with his hands cuffed and the broken bricks on the floor.

Before he could get far away enough something very strong grabbed his calf and he fell to the ground again. As the grip on him pulled him across the floor he twisted to see what it was that had a hold of him.

He had seen it before but not many times. It was one of his lessons to know the various defences of Asgard and that included the vault with all of Odin’s treasures. He knew the large metal figure that was now lifting him through the hole. As a child he had seen how large and strong it looked and wished to be just like it when he grew up—a goal he had believed to have accomplished until now. Now he felt small and powerless as one of Asgard’s defenders was turned on him.

The Destroyer. Ten feet tall of silver metal shaped like a man—a very muscular one, because the maker had had a sense of making the machine look powerful—but with a helmet instead of a face. It used its other arm to now hold him by the throat, bringing his face close to its. He knew it could blast fire from its face and kill him now, very easily, in this mortal form he wouldn’t stand a chance.

But the machine had other plans.

As something touched his lower body Thor struggled to look down and discovered a modification had been made to the machine—if it hadn’t always had it in secret from the start. The Destroyer now had a cock, large and hard to match the rest of its body, and it was erect and the tip was now brushing Thor’s balls as he was held by the machine. None of the cocks he had been fucked by, not even the handle of his own hammer, came close to the size and thickness of this thing and now Thor felt terror at the idea of it going inside him. He would rather another round with every man he had had so far than just the one with the Destroyer!

It seemed only natural that the Destroyer would shift him so he was positioned over the metal manhood. Everyone else had fucked him, why not a machine built by his father to defend his most treasured possessions—that apparently no longer included his son. Thor still struggled, not wanting that thing inside him. It had been one thing to take mortals, however large they had been they had still been mortal, but this cock was the size of a man’s arm and as hard as steel!

The Destroyer’s other hand grabbed his hips and held him still and there was nothing his mortal body could do to stop the cock pressing against his entrance. He was loose from men fucking him for twenty-four hours and lubed from all their cum and there would be no trouble for the machine to enter him.

No trouble at all.

To be continued…

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