By RotherhamMan

Thor was lowered onto The Destroyer’s cock and screamed as he was stretched beyond his imaginings. Thor was mercilessly impaled on the phallus, no care taken for him or notice taken of his flailing legs and cries. He would not beg but he couldn’t stop the noises of pain that came out of him. But the pain didn’t last. As he was stretched to his limit he also felt the shaft hitting every nerve inside his ass and every fibre of his prostate as it was squashed by the invader. It was pleasure mixed in with the pain and Thor couldn’t help but think that this was something he might come to like. The men of Earth must have done something to him for this experience to be even remotely enjoyable! He could learn to focus on the pleasure and ignore the pain, even as the machine forced its way in deeper and he was screaming out uncontrollably. He could see this being an enjoyable experience in other circumstances.

There was a whistling and a metallic thump and the Destroyer’s head jerked to the side slightly. Thor saw a blur that might have been a stick bounce of its head and both man and machine turned—not very well for the man, held by the throat as he was—to look.

Clint Barton stood in the middle of the street. While everyone else was running away he stood his ground, armed with a bow that was reloaded with an impressive speed and a well practised hand. Another arrow disppapeared from his bow as he released it and bounced off the Destroyer’s faceplate with what would have been expert aim if the machine could be taken down, or even phased, by such a basic weapon. This was either great stupidity or great bravery.

“Clint, run!” Thor cried as best his could but it was no good. Knowing he would now need his arms he put all his effort and strength into an effort to break them. Every muscle in his arms, back and chest were engaged in the effort, fuelled by worry for his friend and the pain/pleasure of the metal cock inside him. The chain gave way to the strength of the god of thunder and Thor cried out in victory as his arms were freed.

The Destroyer let go of him, but he was still impaled on the cock and hung there comically as the machine turned to face the smaller man. He felt the last of its phallus enter him—how could there possibly be more?—and he was incapacitated again by the pain/pleasure of it. Thor couldn’t see what was happening and tried to heave himself up, grabbing the giant’s shoulders. He lifted himself up about a foot off the base of the cock but his grip slipped and he slid back down with a cry. His prostate was grazed all the way and his cock hurt so bad as it tried to get hard inside the cage.

“Clint! Run!” he yelled again, fuelled by the pain and the panic. Above his head he saw the Destroyer’s faceplates open up and the insides glow with fire. It was going to kill Clint! Ignoring everything—especially the heat and pain—Thor grabbed the open face of the machine and braced his feet on its thighs. He heaved himself up and was face to face with the machine by the time the tip of its cock left him. All the cum that was still left up there was now either on the Destroyer’s cock or gushing out of the worn out hole. The emptiness was an ached Thor could never have dreamed of but he overcame it, now was not the time to think with his cock.

The light and heat dimmed slightly as the machine seemed to be unwilling to fire with him in the way. The silver arms lifted to grab him but Thor now threw himself away and landed hard on the ground, managing to roll out most of the impact. He could handle this, he had been trained hard and could ignore the pain and discomfort when he needed to. He got up and ran for Clint. The fool hadn’t moved, still trying to get a shot off at the machine. The face of the Destroyer glowed with the light and heat again, resuming its intent to kill the archer.

Thor wasn’t thinking. He barrelled into Clint as the blast of fire was unleashed. He felt the heat burn his back and engulf his body, getting so hot so quickly there wasn’t much time to feel the pain before it all went dark.

Clint hit the ground and was crushed by a dead weight landing on top of him. He struggled to catch his breath and get the unmoving load off him, he had to help Thor and stop that thing from fucking him to death! With a heave Clint pushed the weight off him and as it fell away he saw what it was. Thor’s dead body landed on its—his—back, hiding the burns that disfigured an otherwise perfect body. He was covered in dirt and bruises from the machine and however many men had taken advantage of his honest nature.

Clint was frozen, staring at it in shock. He hadn’t even been able to give the man the key to the cage when he needed it. The one man Clint had ever cared for despite never doing more than just eating and laughing together. He hadn’t had chance to apologise for saying nasty things and abandoning him but the guy had thrown himself in the way of certain death for him anyway.

He really must be a god to be so good and kind hearted to give his life for dirty scum like Clint.

The silver giant dispassionately took in the scene before turning to leave with equal disinterest. Clint was glad, as it meant he could hold the body without having to worry about it. He hugged the now unmoving muscle as he should have done the whole time they were together. He wasn’t crying yet but it was only a matter of time. If nothing else the god awful smell of burned flesh would set him off and no doubt give him nightmares for years.

He was quickly disturbed by a rumbling in the distance. Hating this new interruption of his grief Clint looked into the distance to see the noise come from the crater where the hammer was. A shock-wave rippled out from it, visible from all these miles away, and something rocketed into the sky. At first he thought Shield had fired a missile at the machine but it was far too graceful in the way it arced through the sky… and hurtled straight for him and—

Clint suddenly understood. He didn’t stop to question anything but released Thor’s body and flung himself away as the hammer returned to its master: the God of Thunder.

***

Thor came back to life with a roar of power. It was sudden consciousness with a surge of energy, as if his previously mortal form was inflating with all the power of the God of Thunder returning to it. Thor let out a primal war-cry before he even understood what was happening to him and flexed every muscle in his entire body. His cock went to full hardness and the metal cage that had been confining it shattered as he flexed his manhood to full hardness.

He was on his feet, breathing heavily through his nose as he ground his teeth, taking stock of his surroundings. Clint was lying on the ground at his feet, looking up at him in shock. The Destroyer was turning to him from where it had been walking away. Most importantly of all, his hammer was in his hand—where it belonged.

The Destroyer was quickly heading back to him, powering up for a blast of fire to finish its mission but Thor was too quick for it now his power was restored. With a swing of his hammer he was flying towards the metal man and knocking it to the ground on its back. Springing back from the impact Thor grabbed one of its legs as it was momentary raised and lifted it even higher. It looked as if whoever had modified the machine had given it the full works, he could see the previously shaped but flat metal of its ass was now fully rounded with an entrance between the two cheeks.

Thor had gone too long being fucked and not having a proper orgasm and for once he was in the middle of battle and thinking with his cock.

He dropped his hammer on the Destroyer’s chest—it gave a metallic wine that might be pain—and grabbed both legs with both hands, heaving them back and apart to expose its ass. Without needing to guide himself in Thor perfectly thrust inside on the first attempt, the metal parting for the cock of a God. It offered no resistance like a real hole would, it was made to be fucked and was designed for easy entrance no doubt. But once inside Thor’s cock was gripped by tight warm metal that was surprisingly pleasurable for such a hard material. Whoever had made it deserved his complements.

Thor fucked the Destroyer, determined to destroy it and make it feel what it had done to him. It surely had no feelings but Thor didn’t care, this was about his revenge and not about it. This one fuck was revenge for every time he had been touched and taken advantage of the men of this town, now he was the one in control and showing anyone watching what a fucking from Thor, the god of thunder, looked like.

He threw his head back and roared again at the top of his lungs as he fucked out his orgasm into an ass like so many had done to him. All the Asgardian seed that had refiled his balls shot out with all the power of a thunderbolt. It tore through the Destroyer and this time it was cum that spilled from its open face rather than fire. It jerked as cum filled it up and seeped through the seems between the metal—before being overcome and bursting apart, splattering Thor’s seed out from its remains.

Thor now stood over the ruins of the machine sent to humiliate him, his cock drenched in his own cum and with the remains of the metal ass falling away from it. A shame it had to be destroyed, it could have been used again for his sexual relief. But it had been worth it, he had never felt so satisfied by a fuck or as powerful as he did now.

For the first time since his return to life and power Thor came back to his full senses. He turned to look back at where Clint had been. Clint was still there, now stood and gaping at him, his crotch tented and wet from where he had cum from the mere sight of what Thor had done.

But behind Clint stood everyone. The whole town and the agents from the military base were stood staring. Among them Thor saw every man who had thought him a bottom bitch and used him as such, gone out of their way to humiliate him, degrade him. They had all seen him beat the Destroyer and fuck it until he destroyed it with the power of his load. Let that be a lesson to them.

He stood, tall and mighty, as the god he was, and flexed in a power pose to show them how mighty he was. Those men who hadn’t cum before did now. Thor made a whole town of men cum, without touching themselves, just at the sight of him. He reached out and his hammer returned to him. The hammer no one could lift, the one he had been made to defile himself on, now with its rightful and deserving owner. He raised it to the sky and was met with a bolt of lightning, surging through the hammer and into him. Seemingly from nothing and nowhere the armour or a prince of Asgard formed around him, clothing him in garments worth of his position. See if anyone could look at him and think him as someone to use.

Feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had since he arrived on Earth, Thor strode up to Clint, the one friend he had on this world. Clint was looking at him as the God he was and Thor hoped the look was mirrored on his own face. He was a God but Clint was a true prince among men.

Thor clapped his hand on his shoulder and pulled him in close. “Clint Barton, you have been a true friend, and… I hope to see you again, but I have work to do back home.” It killed him to say it but it was true. He had to make amends for what he had done and find out who had sent the Destroyer. He had much work to do and as much as he wanted to spend time with his new friend he had to put his duty first.

Clint, good man that he was, seemed to understand. He nodded but looked about as happy about this as Thor felt. “You going to come back?” he asked in a small voice ill-fitting his lion heart. It was practically begging for him.

Thor nodded, eager to make sure Clint knew his words to be true. “I plan to, I never got to repay the kindness you showed me.”

Clint reached into his pocket and pulled out the lost roll of bills Thor had lost. “I know what you did to try and pay me back, you owe me nothing.”

Thor took the notes and put them back into Clint’s pocket, where they belonged. He could feel the wetness that soaked them and smirked in satisfaction. Thor looked intently at the archer for a moment, then pulled him in for a kiss, making sure it was one he would never forget. It would have to be, as he was afraid this would be the last time he met the man who had helped him out of the goodness of his heart. He wanted to come back and had already promised to do so but knew it might not be possible. If that were to be the case then he would memorise and treasure this one kiss from the man he had not known for nearly long enough or had the chance to show him how great a night with a god could be.

It was with a heavy heart Thor pulled away. “I have to go, I am needed back home.”

“On Asgard? As the God of Thunder?”

Thor grinned. “Yes, believe me now?”

“Well,” Clint ran his eyes over Thor in his new armour, loving how it complimented his physique. “I might need more proof you are a God.”

Thor shook his head in amazement. The man was right, he was insatiable. Thor hoped he would be enough for such a man. “I hope to show you, Clint Barton. I hope to return to get to know you better.”

Clint smiled back, warm and full of friendship. “You’ve known me at my best.”

Thor stepped back from the man, staring at his face, committing it to memory so he wouldn’t forget the face of a good man. That he held his hammer now was proof he was worthy but if he was ever in doubt he would just think what Clint would do.

“Heimdall!” he cried, raising his hammer to the sky as proof of his right to return him triumphant. Thunderclouds swirled and the light of the rainbow bridge broke through, surrounding him in the light of the universe. For a brief moment he saw the town and everyone there, but it was too brief to see anything clearly. He did see the shape of Clint though, one last time.

The universe rushed past, as if he were the one staying still and creation moving around him, until he saw the Bifrost machine and its guardian stood waiting to greet him.

***

Clint watched as the light reseeded into the clouds and the clouds dispersed into nothing. He couldn’t help but think Thor wasn’t coming back any time soon. But that was better than him being dead, Clint could live with that.

He turned to the crowd of people and was just in time to see that behind them a jeep was speeding away. He was in no doubt that it had Jake, Sean and Eric inside, fleeing the wrath of a God and the wrath of an archer who wanted revenge. He would make sure their records reflected their conduct if nothing else. He could still feel nothing in his ass and crotch but knew he was going to be in for a rough time of it soon and would have to book time off. Once he had recovered though he thought he would hang around. It seemed this town had some pretty kinky and horny men and, once he was up to it, he was going to show them how a real slut could satisfy them.

And maybe make them pay for what they had done to Thor.

***

Heimdall left his place at the sword that controlled the Bifrost and crossed to Thor as he arrived out of the light of the rainbow bridge. “Welcome home, my prince.”

The two embraced, Thor glad to be in the presence of someone who knew him and respected him, someone he could rely on. “Good to be home, Heimdall.” He wished he could relish the peace a bit longer but he had matters he had to see to quickly. He pulled away from Heimdall to ask him, “Do you know who sent the Destroyer?”

Heimdall bowed his head, ashamed to disappoint his prince. “I fear not, my sight was looking elsewhere at the time of its modification and departure.”

Thor was about to tell the man to not feel any shame when he realised what his words meant. “You… know about its modifications?”

With his head still bowed Heimdall looked up at him and smiled slyly. “Yes, I saw them… in action.”

Thor went red in the face, he could feel it heat up. “You saw…” He had thought that he could leave what had happened on Earth there on Earth but no sooner had he come back and he was already met with someone who had seen all of his shaming!

“I saw everything you did on Earth, I was watching very closely,” confirmed Heimdall. He licked his lips slightly, looking at Thor in a way he never had before. Thor had wondered if Heimdall watched people, even himself, in their private moments but was sure the man would sooner die than speak of what he saw, such was his honour.

He found his voice and put on his best royal voice with an air of command. “I would appreciate your discretion, Heimdall.”

Heimdall nodded. “I will not divulge what I have seen… if you would keep me company on these long nights guarding the Bifrost.”

Thor now gaped at his gall, the sheer nerve to say such a thing. “I’m sure that must be treason, you are sworn to serve my family.” He tried to sound threatening but knew it wasn’t coming out like that. For some reason he didn’t feel much need to object to Heimdall’s conditions for his silence.

Heimdall didn’t appear worried, he rarely did. He seemed to see Thor’s thoughts just as he saw everything else. “And I will serve you, if you will serve me in turn, as a royal serves his people.”

Thor took in all of Heimdall’s face and baring. He feared the man was serious in his request but would he really tell anyone what had happened if Thor refused him? He couldn’t believe that, Heimdall was too loyal. But why make the threat if he was never going to back it up, unless he just wanted to use the power to show how much he wanted this?

Thor relaxed slightly with this knowledge and nodded. Heimdall grinned and he almost instantly regretted agreeing to this. To his surprise Heimdall was already reaching for the codpiece of his armour and unbuckling it. Thor watched as it fell away and the undergarments were pulled aside. Heimdall’s cock hardly needed to be pulled out as it was so hard it just about sprang out, nine inches and the head already coated in precum, so much the clothes covering it had a large mark on them.

“I watched very closely, every second,” muttered Heimdall, lightly stoking himself with his thumb and forefinger, not taking his eyes off Thor. “But I knew I would get the most pleasure if I held back for when you returned.”

Thor licked his lips, only realising he was after he had done so but not regretting it. He had never thought of Heimdall like this but was seeing him in a whole new light. Had the man been watching him have sex all his life? Far from repulsed by the idea Thor was aroused by the thought. He dropped to one knee, as one would before a greater man, and touched his nose to the tip of Heimdall’s shaft. The wet head smelled so good and the spot of precum would leave the scent there. Heimdall sighed as Thor licked and lapped at the head, tasting all the precum, before taking the head into his mouth and hugging his lips around the rim. Now he could fill his mouth with the taste.

“I know you can take it all, boy,” said Heimdall. “I saw you take cocks as large as this down to the balls several times. I counted ten times you came in less than twenty-four hours and each time was when you were being subjugated by another man.”

Thor had learned a lot in his short time on Earth but took his time to take in the whole shaft. If Heimdall wanted to savour this then he would make it last. His whole face was eventually buried in Heimdall’s crotch, surrounded by the armour the man was still wearing.

“Your friends are coming to greet you,” said Heimdall mildly.

Thor’s eyes shot open. If he was seen like this by his friend’s then there would be no living it down. But did he want to hide himself any more?

“Either you finish me off quickly or let them see you how you really are,” Heimdall continued.

Thor didn’t want either, but he did want Heimdall’s load more. He could always reintroduce himself to his friends later, on his own terms. He pulled back to Heimdall’s tip and plunged back over and over, not hurrying but not slowly. He knew how to do it just right.

He was rewarded as Heimdall groaned and dug his hands into his hair, jerking his hips to fuck Thor’s mouth as he fired a load he had been working up for a day to Thor’s exploits. Thor swallowed what he had to but otherwise kept as much as he could in his mouth to taste and savour. He could hear the galloping of horses as his friends drew nearer but was sure to get every last drop he could and clean off Heimdall manhood. He sealed his lips tight around the shaft and pulled back one last time to get all that was left as he left it slip from his mouth.

“Welcome home, my prince,” said Heimdall, looking down at the kneeling man.

Thor smiled, still holding what he had been able to catch of his load in his mouth, and stood. He was impulsively tempted to kiss Heimdall and share his own seed with him, but he was selfish and swallowed, making it clear to Heimdall with the bob of his throat what he was doing.

Heimdall’s eyes were filled with lust. They would be doing this a lot more in the future, Thor was sure. “You may be interested to know there are other Destroyers stored in the vault,” he said. Thor felt a thrill of fear and excitement at the thought of that massive metal manhood and knew he would be seeing about having one stationed in his rooms.

“Thor!” A cry from the entrance of the Bifrost made him turn around. Friends from the castle were rushing to him, quick to clap him on the back and hug him.

“Good to see you returned to us!”

“Everyone is looking forward to hearing your story!”

“They’re already planning a feast!”

Thor knew how feasts like these went, he would be expected to tell his story of his noble adventure where he had become worthy of his power. “Well… it is a great tale.”

“How are the maidens on Earth?” asked Lee-am.

Thor called on every braincell to fabricate a story and fell back on his old cockiness to make it believable. “…Very nice. I met one… Jane… she was very kind and helped me.” Thor led his friends out, knowing he would have to return to Heimdall soon to keep his end of their bargain. As he spun his friends a tale of his time on Earth he easily switched in various people for the fictional Jane, but his feelings were all switched from one person.

He hoped to have the time and excuse to return to Earth soon, he owed Clint a debt that he was sure would be repaid by a night in bed worthy of a God.

The End

Metal would like to thank the author, RotherhamMan, for allowing this story to be posted here! To read many more works by him, visit his page at Archive of Our Own by clicking here.