Chapter 3
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This one was the worst memory that came up most frequently…
Loki really enjoyed forcing Clint to do things he didn't want to do. He also enjoyed the fact that he could feel the pain in the archer's heart, while taking advantage of him. He wondered what else was hidden in that mind of the small blonde.
Loki had devised yet another sick plan…
"Clint?" Loki called and from rooms away sore Hawkeye walked over cringing at every step he took to his master. When will this end he wondered in his mind, and why me…God, or whatever you are up there, I know we haven't talked in a while, if ever. I wouldn't say I'm the religious type but if I've done something to deserve this I am truly sorry, but please make this stop I can't take this anymore. Great, he thought, I'm going insane talking to "someone" in my head, but what can I do he thought to himself I'm dying on the inside. If the archer had control he would definitely being crying right now. He walked right up to Loki who was gazing onto his full length golden framed mirror. As Clint approached, Loki used his reflection to look at his toy. "I grow weary of the repetitiveness of our relations, wouldn't you agree?" The hawk was thinking differently than how he spoke naturally; however his answer was "anything to please you my king." Those words made Clint sick to even know he had just said them. Loki loved to hear it, the fact it was completely fake didn't bother him at all. He knew all of Clint's real thoughts and feelings, including his pleads for help in his head, fueling the gods anger to execute his next move on the defenseless human….
Loki began to walk away motioning the hawk to follow. He did. They walked to a room, Clint had yet to see, but again he had never been told too, they approached what looked almost like a 1940s psych ward. Everything Loki owned was beautiful and far beyond anything Clint had ever seen except this room. This room was dark and eerie with very old fashioned things in it. There was bed, not just any bed almost like a hospital one that had been modified it seemed very strange. On one side of the room there was all these therapeutic/exercise pillows for what reasons though? Again if the blonde agent was thinking normally he would sense the impending danger of this shady room.
"Move over hear my child." Ok Clint knew something was up. Loki patted the bed wanting Hawkeye to come sit. "Now lie on your side." The god said. His expression was evil and voice was chillingly calm. The black haired man then began to fasten these strange glowing buckles around Clint. He had never seen such things before…Must be from Asgard. He calmly put them around the smaller man with such finesse. Smiled after he was done and said "there" patting the blonde hair.
Loki held his hand to Clint's head and pulled his scepter over to his chest again sucking out that blue entity that was controlling him. Hawkeye jerked, pulled, fought and twitched yelling, crying, painting, the works. Finally he was in control of how he moved. Immediately he tried to pull his right arm. This was in vain whatever rope held him captive was built to contain things much bigger than humans. He looked around gasping remembering bits and pieces of what happened to him. He begin to scream painful screams as loud as he could, he knew no one was going to come save him, or even hear him for that matter, he was just yelling out all his bottled up feelings at the time. Tears steamed silently down the side of his face as he remembered why he was feeling such a pin deep in his rectum. His only though was that fucker raped me, making his tears worse.
Out of the silence Clint heard out loud, "NO, my pet we made love. "He looked up and saw in the darkened room the god of mischief himself "I have been admiring thee." Clint still confused, "whats-where am I?" His eyes, now back to their normal pretty blue, were darting around the room. "That too shall be answered in due time my little human." The god smirked as he said that, he could sense Hawkeye was self-conscious of his shorter height.
He strained against the other-worldly rope holding him hostage causing a red line on his wrists. "Arghh!" his face crinkled as he yelled then just began to weep he was no longer mental prisoner, but now physical prisoner. "Loki, what is it you want?" Hawkeye belted out gasping as he spoke. The god smiled ear to ear, that same smile, that fucking big toothed grim is the very one that still haunts the archer's dreams. "Had I told you now, that would spoil the spenders to come, would it not?"
The towering god approached the defenseless mortal, and laid is long hand to his chest. He wanted to see just how fast his heart was racing. "How does it feel? To know you belong somewhere else yet it's ripped from your very grasp. I know that feeling too well. I am king yet I was ripped from MY rightful thrown!" Loki's nails began to dig into Clint's chest "The pathetic inhabitants of my very planet are too naive to know what a true ruler is!" The gods face now flooded with rage, his scepter was glowing and ringing in Clint's ear to a painful point, his face winced at the feelig and the god's hand was push him almost off his side had to ropes not been there. "Let me go and we will go easy on you." Clint, trying to mask his fear, demanded. "I feel you, small mortal, you are nothing, where are these so-called-friends anyway?" He laughed as he removed his hand. "You do not intimidate me; you are just a mere mortal." He pointed the scepter at Hawkeye. "You ever attempt to threaten me again I will end your pathetic existence, but right now I'm not done playing with you." Loki grabbed a glowing gold knife it was wavy. He came over to Clint and began to slice his clothing off as if they were butter. Unable to move the archer inched around attempting to fight back. He was stripped in a matter of seconds.
"I hear you'll fuck anything, didn't you give birth to an eight-legged horse?" Clint was making things harder on himself but that was his usual M.O. Loki quickly ran up to the archer and rammed him in the stomach with his scepter. "You find yourself amusing?" Loki growled. Clint was winded from the blow. "You mean to tell me you sucking my dick and me fucking you twice didn't break your spirit yet?" The blonde was quiet for a moment he didn't really remember that yet. That big smile painted Loki's face again. "Yes, you despicable jezebel, you begged for more!" Clint looked down and shame. "You know I didn't want to-to…do that." He said fighting back tears. "Then why was it you begged me for more and I won't even discuss the fact you yourself becoming erect I suppose." Turning red with embarrassment and shame, the blonde wasn't even sure if it was just a mind trick because he couldn't remember yet. Once more the god smiled. "You comfortable?" The blonde just continued to stay in the other direction ignoring him. The god hopped up and straddled the smaller man. This is a new position, my parting gift to you. Clint lay on his right side nude. His face was red with a big pronounced vein protruding from his forehead from crying. Agent Clint Barton had not shed a tear in years. The fact he still is not in control filled him with rage. Even though should be. The god inched himself back and slapped Clint's ass as hard as he could, leaving a big red hand print, causing the archer to jolt in pain letting out a small yelp. He decided to stop playing tough guy, after all it was useless. "Please, Loki, please don't do this." The pain in his eyes was enough to get sympathy from even the meanest of men, but not Loki, he didn't give two shits in fact he loved it. He couldn't wait for the reaction of the smaller man when he actually did entered him. He was going to scream at his own free will it was going to be great and dominating! Loki was drooling at the idea
Slowly Loki undressed himself this was going to last as long as he could make it. Every movement shall be drawn out for Loki's hunger to cause pain. The pale god was now nude kneeling behind Hawkeye's quivering body. "I'll do anything he pleaded." closing his eyes tightly. "I know!" The god said looking up and down the muscular tan body. "And you're going to." Loki licked his lips. He took his long hand and ran it on the inside on Clint's thigh wrenching it up. Attempting to fight back and seal his legs together, the god pushed them back with such force he heard a pop, followed by a screech. He was only human and couldn't withstand such force Loki actual broke the poor man's hip. The blonde was bellowing in pain at his floppy limb. This didn't faze Loki one bit. He probed the throbbing leg back up for access to the smaller man's bottom. "This is why you squirming mortals shouldn't attempt to fight a god, NO A KING such as myself!" He then grabbed his non-lubricated member and jammed it into Clint's already sore ass. The archer was screaming at the top of his lungs as his sore leg was being shifted back and forth and Loki's throbbing penis ripped his healing anal fishers open again.
The pleasure Loki was feeling was only a bonus to the satisfaction he was getting out of hurting this man deemed "hero" he was a pathetic being just like everyone else, except Loki of course. He was ramming as hard as he could, panting at the excessive movement he was forcing himself to make. Clint thought he would never stop until he felt the release abnormally deep inside him. The god remained connected to the blonde still throbbing inside. He grabbed his scepter and with one touch he fixed the broken hip. He could have done that all along but he wanted him to suffer while he humped him like a dog in heat. Clint's breaths were hitching from the sobbing still, is body aced deep inside and he was a broken man. "Now thank the scepter." Loki said slyly. "What?" Hawkeye said confused. Loki shoved the scepter in the small man's face "open your mouth and show your gratitude." Before he could answer it was shoved in his mouth. Then to his horror what looked like the scepter disappeared and Loki with his head arched back was before Clint's eyes. He played one of his games again. In reaction Clint bit down he heard a yelp for a minute before being struck in the head. Everything went black.
