It had been a couple of days in Stark Tower, Loki had been sleeping on the sofa for those nights. He awoke to a painful ache in his lower back and neck from the uncomfortable furniture but he could hardly sleep from the fear of being found either by the Chitauri or Thor. It was a surprise Heimdall had not found him yet, but Loki was glad of it.
"Morning, point break's brother. Fancy a bite to eat or are you full up on hate and violence?" Stark called out as he exited the lift to get himself his first drink of the day. Loki almost yelled at Stark for the mention of 'brother'. How dare he. But he had not eaten or drunk anything in over a week now and his throat was giving in. As much as a God can survive for longer without sustainance, Loki still needed to wet his tongue for the sake of his voice. Mortals were ridiculous. Tony Stark was callous and too sarcastic for his own good, Loki would change that.
That night Loki had decided upon taking up action against Stark's ways. He needed training, he needed to obey. Loki searched for him and found the man in his bedroom, staring at a photograph.
"What is that?" Loki asked, cocking his head slightly at the man.
"Nothing. What do you want? A little bit of company?" he mocked but soon regretted it as he felt Loki's forearm right up against his throat and a threatening look in Loki's bright green eyes. Tony froze, only being able to look at the collar attached to Loki's neck which blinked a flash of red every now and then. It was active then, but what did it do?
"That's a nice piece if jewelry there, what's it do?" Tony asked casually, not wanting to anger a man who already had a clean shot at his windpipe. Loki simply rolled his eyes and pulled the arm away with expert speed.
"Jewelry is one way of putting it, but I do not see a reason for you to know. I am sure you have assumed I did not choose it to be there" Loki replied, stepping back from Tony. The man looked… tempting. His shirt had been pulled out and his tie was askew, a few buttons on his shirt had been opened revealing the tender skin underneath.
"Something to do you your magic stuff right?" Stark asked, gesturing in the air a slight wave of the hand which apparently represented magic.
"Who's a clever boy?" the God replied with quickly, fed up of the shit. If Tony knew what it did then that would be a fault, a fault indeed. The man would know Loki's weakness and he couldn't be having that, oh no. Suddenly Loki lunged forward and had a grip on Tony's wrists, he knelt down a little to rest his own knee on Tony's crotch, adding a little pressure. Tony squirmed and tried to back away, but was locked in the position. Loki only smiled, watching the man fear for the worst was a beautiful sight. The way the arc reactor lit up a part of the room and the fear was wild in his eyes. Beautiful. Loki pulled the man up forcefully.
"Strip" he ordered, standing back and waiting. Tony almost had a heart attack. Do what?! He wasn't sure he was hearing right. He wanted to throw a comment but nothing came. This was crazy. Loki only got impatient.
"Strip now or I will punish you for taking so long" he stated, folding his arms expectantly. Tony shuddered at the thought. So what now? The God of Mischief was going to rape him? Loki growled and shot a hand up to hold onto Tony's throat.
"Do it now or I will do it for you" he threatened and let go of the neck quickly, almost throwing Tony backwards. The danger was real. Tony could not just laugh this off. He slowly pulled off his tie and ripped off the shirt, placing them on the bed. Next, he undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zip. He couldn't believe this was happening. It was a nightmare. It had to be. The jeans were pulled down and Loki smiled, focusing on the bulge showing through Tony's briefs. Stark hesitated before pulling down the briefs to reveal his length and balls. Loki licked his lips and pushed Stark down onto the bed.
"Now I see why those other mortal girls fawn over you so much, and admittedly I do not blame them" Loki said, teasing at Tony's right nipple with his finger. A slight moan escaped Tony's lips as he felt the God get nearer; he could feel the icy breath leave goose bumps on his own skin. Loki worked away at Tony's ear, nipping and licking the shell before moving down to bite and kiss the soft skin of the neck. The hand was still working at the nipple, all combined leaving Tony feel a surge of passion run through him. Until he remembered who it was. Shit. Fuck. Get off. But something made him hold it back.
Loki leant back and pulled something out from his pocket. Tony lifted his head to look only to be pushed back down and ordered not to. It sent nerves up his spine. He was drenched in fear. What was Loki doing? Why the hell was he doing it? Oh God, it was just some trick, something would happen and Loki would escape. This was all wrong. But Tony was pinned to the bed, he even missed the touch, needed the closeness. Loki dismantled the cockcage.
"This is a gift from me to you, admittedly it is second hand. I was forced to suffer with it throughout the time I had with the Chitauri, throughout the time I was on Midgard and only managing to remove it in Asgard. So please enjoy the present" Loki mocked, clamping the ring into place over Tony's length and behind his balls. He then took out the cage and eased it on and over the length to attach it with a small padlock where it connected with the ring. With a final click that sounded louder than it should have, the cockcage was complete. Tony felt something strange over his balls, he felt an item hover over his length. SHIT. What was it? Panicked, he sat up to see a metal item clamped over his own length.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?" he yelled out, trying to fiddle with it to find a way to get it off. He found the padlock and looked up to see Loki tuck the key away which was on a chain around his neck. "GET IT OFF. NOW!" he screamed, charging at Loki and pushing him over. Loki only laughed, a horrible mocking laugh that sent shivers through Tony's body.
"It shall be removed once I return. Than you for the hosting, I have had a wonderful time. Now, if you excuse me I must be off to flee from the retort that is Thor. He will undoubtedly come back here, looking for help WHEN he fails, send him off on his way and you will be rewarded by my return. After that we will see what happens" Loki smirked and winked. He pushed Tony off of him and suddenly disappeared from the room.
"FUCK- JESUS CHRIST" Stark yelled out, red with anger, how the hell was he supposed to cope with this? What the fuck would he do now? He had to remove it. He had to do something. It was restricting and uncomfortable. And what the hell did Loki mean by 'second hand'? The idea horrified Stark as he sat on the bed, his length locked away for however long Loki would be away. Well fucking done Stark. Should have called for help, should have gotten S.H.I.E.L.D to arrest the crazy bastard before something ridiculous like this would happen. He pulled on his briefs carefully, the bulge even bigger now he had something over his privates. The jeans were put on and… you couldn't actually see a difference. Well thank fuck for that. Tony moved to get his shirt but felt the metal lock touch his balls. He almost fell to the floor in shock. This was insane. Idiot Stark. Idiot.