Gaining Thor's attention, Loki entices him with his wiles and together they use a slave boy...harshly.
Warning:
Contains graphic homosexual male sex.
Contains teenager having sex.
Tags: devotion, kissing, homoeroticism, gay sex, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, hand jobs, orgasm, masturbation, love, verbal abuse, sadism, licking, rough sex, oral sex, anilingus, anal play, anal sex, anal fingering, sex toy, spit kink, threesome - m/m/m, double anal penetration, choking, face slapping, physical abuse, sexual abuse, come eating, adolescent sexuality, teenager, dildo, rope bondage, lube, emotional/psychological abuse
Training day was enjoyable. Under the hot sun men weaved and bobbed, pummeling each other with sparring blows. Adrenaline flooded the God of Thunder's veins as he wielded Mjolnir at his partner. Thor found it hard to keep his massive strength at bay as his competitive nature thrived. Using restrained hits with Mjolnir was hard as Thor had a lust for spilling blood. Few things in Thor's life compared to the thrill of battle, besides the fruit between a slave girl's thighs.
Exhibiting great dexterity, Thor kicked his partners legs from under him and he fell to the dirt on his back. A squeal of delight erupted from across the ring and Thor beamed a dopey smile at his girl clapping her hands with her buxom chest bouncing. Donthia was adorable in her blue trimmed black slave tunic and red sash that all Thor's slaves wore. One of a kind, she was a natural slave from Midgard and fell into her role with ease. Loki called him a fool for selecting her as his hand slave, saying she was a distraction.
A dreamy smile remained on Thor's lips as he thrust Mjolnir in the air and uttered a victorious call. A slice of pain zipped across his arm and a thump on the ground caused him to lower his head. Glittering in the sunlight, the steel of a throwing shard laid by his foot.
A frown crushed Thor's face. There was one person at the palace who used those. Would he be bold enough to try to kill him in the open? There had been several attempts at his life, and Thor was sure that bastard of a Jotun was behind them.
Thor spotted Loki leaning against a short stone wall with his back to him. The likelihood that Loki was foolish enough to commit the deed and remain at the scene, showing his back, was preposterous. As absurd as it might be, Thor reared his arm and sent Mjolnir flying toward his brother. Expecting his brother to topple to the ground, Thor frowned as the hammer sunk through the image and slammed into the stone wall, cracking several bricks. The illusion disappeared, and Thor summoned Mjolnir. Gripping the hammer in his hand, Thor whipped his head around, searching for his bratty little brother. Catching a black flutter out the corner of his eye like a crow stirring its wings, Thor faced the sniggering brat who poked his head beyond a pillar.
"LOKI!" Thor thundered and charged.
Loki mouthed the words, 'Oh shit,' and sped along the walkway.
As Thor charge after Loki, Donthia squealed and raced behind him.
Loki was in Thor's sight, but his slim form flew along the walkway with great agility and swiftness as he was light on his feet.
"LOKI!" Thor shouted, thrust Mjolnir, and sent a stream of lighting at the sneak, but he was elusive and dashed into the palace.
Following Loki, Thor burst through the door, expecting his form darting along the corridor, but it was empty except two guards stationed outside the armory.
Reaching her master, Donthia breathed, "Master what is wrong?"
"Silence, girl," Thor ordered, moving along the corridor with careful steps. "Loki, stop your games and come out so I can give you a beating!"
"Master are we looking for Prince Loki?" Donthia inquired.
"Shut your mouth, girl!" Thor roared. "I won't tell you again!"
Clasping her hands over her mouth in fright, Donthia acquiesce to her master's demand.
Standing before the guards, Thor addressed them, "Have you seen my brother?"
"No, my Lord," one guard answered.
"You are the only one we have seen enter through the door," the other guard added.
Thor narrowed his eye at the guards, moving from one to the other. Loki might be one of them and ordered the other to conceal his identity.
"Open your mouth," Thor ordered.
"My…Lord?" The guard hesitated.
"Do you need your ears cleaned?"
The guard parted his lips without uttering another word. Thor sniffed the guard's breath, getting a sweet whiff of mint. Olfactory illusions were beyond Loki.
"You Jotun bastard!" Thor growled, seized the guard by the top of his armor and reared the hand with Mjolnir. "I am sick of your games, Loki! We are not children anymore! Now drop the illusion and face me!"
The guard's face cracked with fright, his mouth opening and closing like a fish from water. The guard was close to defecating on himself as was clear by his body shaking with terror.
"Drop it now, Loki, or I'll bash your head in!" Thor continued to bellow like a mad man.
"Well, I wouldn't clobber him, brother," a slippery voice slithered into the corridor. "Good help is so hard to find today."
Thor regarded Loki who was leaning against the wall unperturbed with his arms crossed.
Thor pushed the guard against the wall and released him. The ox of a man stormed toward Loki, seized him by the throat, and dragged him around the corner. Cedalore was standing in attendance and she took up sentry, facing the guards.
"You and your damn games," Thor huffed, pushing Loki against the wall, releasing his throat.
"Oh, you know me, God of Mischief and all." Loki smirked with sugared innocence.
"Mischief will get you dead yet," Thor grumbled. "If you were trying to wound me, you missed your mark."
"Did I?" Loki asked in an alluring tone, running a finger over the strip of red sliced across Thor's arm. Placing the painted finger in his mouth, Loki sucked the blood.
Used to all his brother's weird fetishes, Thor remained calm at the blood tasting.
"Oh, you're not trying to kill me now?" Thor asked with doubt.
"No, it was merely a love tap," Loki cooed, gripped the top of Thor's pants, and tugged him close with their groins meeting.
"You've tried several times before," Thor said in a gruff tone, tugging Loki's hands from his pants.
"It's all in the past."
"Loki it was two months ago, and you killed my slave! She was my best girl!"
Grinding his teeth, Loki thump his head against the wall, saying, "That was not my doing. I've told you several times."
"Loki who else would manipulate my slave into sticking me with a poison tipped hair pin, then break her neck in the slave kennel before the truth could be tortured out?" Thor asked. "If it weren't for Donthia coming in with fresh linen, I would have ascended to Valhalla."
Loki sighed and let his head hang. How could he tell Thor it was their mother who tried to kill him? Yes, Loki wanted the crown, and he was jealous of Thor, but they had a lot of fun together. Loki wanted to tell his mother to let Thor live, but Mother knew best. Loki's simple reason for wanting Thor alive was that sex with him was magnificent.
Loki and Thor's love bloomed in innocence when they were children and Berdaita bathe them together to save time. She stepped out the bath chamber for a moment and curiosity took over. Loki started the touching game and Thor joined. Returning to the bath chamber, astonishment struck her, and she separated their bath times. As a slave, she kept a master's secrets and though they were children, they were her masters. A carnal love grew between the brothers.
"I don't know, Thor," Loki replied with a solemn shake of his head. "Just come to me. It's been a while."
Staring at Loki, Thor tried to figure what to do. The top brain said no but the bottom said yes. Viewing his little brother from the eye he had left, Thor took in the hunched brows, the lowered head, the somber expression and let his anger settle.
"Oh, Loki," Thor said, settling Mjolnir on the floor. He gripped his brother by the back of his neck and pulled him to his form. "It does not matter. If you kill me during the throes of our passion, I will know that you loved me."
Laying his head upon Thor's armored chest, Loki sighed in content with his body against his. Donthia observed them.
Loki growled at Donthia and minced her with words, "You simple minded bimbo, do not stand there watching your master expecting his cock to fall out! Go monitor the end of the corridor and call to your master when someone approaches!"
Donthia jumped back and her lips quivered, preparing to cry. Clasping her hands over her face, she ran to the end of the corridor and took up sentry like Cedalore was doing at the other end.
"Why did you make that daft girl your damn hand slave?" Loki asked, using a hot tone.
"Mmmm…she has qualities." Thor flashed his brain-dead grin.
"Yes, like humongous tits. Honestly, how big are those things?"
"Hmmm…" Thor pondered, scrunching his face in estimation. "I'm not sure…I think Midgardians call it a…double D…Yes, yes, I'm sure of it."
"Double D!" Loki exclaimed with eyes wide. "What? You mean one D wasn't enough? They had to add another?"
"I'm…not sure." Thor shrugged. "I don't have breasts."
"Breasts? Thor those are udders," Loki continued debasing the slave, pointing toward her.
"No, they're breasts."
"Udders, Thor, udders. If you take the cow's tunic off, they'll fall to her knees."
Smiling with amusement as Loki ranted like he was prone to, Thor silenced him by crushing his lips to his. Loki's slender form melted in his brother's arms. Pressing close, Loki enjoyed the taste of ale in Thor's mouth and the scratching of his beard. A soft moan passed Loki's lips. Thor's strong hands squeezed Loki's buttery soft cheeks concealed beneath his dark green leather pants. Abandoning Loki's lips, Thor trailed his mouth along his elegant neck, enjoying his enticing scent of citrus oil.
"Mmmm…you gonna fuck me in the corridor, brother?" Loki inquired in a sensual daze as Thor slipped his hands beneath his pants.
"If I must," Thor mumbled against Loki's flesh. "You're wearing my favorite pants."
"Oh, am I?" Loki asked in a sugar drenched tone.
"Yes, you are," Thor muttered, his breath quickening with his mounting arousal.
Gripping Loki's slender waist, Thor flipped him, pressing his front against the wall. Taking Loki's smooth hands in his, Thor raised them and pinned him to the wall. Pressing his pelvis against Loki's enticing rump, Thor ground his erection against him, breathing soft pants in his ear and pressing butterfly kisses against his skin.
"Oooh," Loki groaned, grinding his posterior against Thor. "It's been long…a long time."
Laying his head against the wall, Loki closed his eyes and succumbed. Releasing Loki's hands, Thor trailed down his brother's luscious form and knelt on the floor. Taking the band of the leather pants, Thor tugged them below Loki's rump and placed a kiss on each of his cheeks. Gripping Loki's cheeks in his hands, Thor kneaded them like a baker working dough, enjoying their softness. Parting the supple cheeks, Thor buried his face between the soft mounds and began lapping Loki's back hole like a dog quenching its thirst. A shudder convulsed Loki's form as his brother treated him. Thor's prickly beard against Loki's delicate flesh sent electrical sensations along his pelvis all the way to his manhood.
"Fuck, brother, eat me out." Loki gasped, pressing his hips back against Thor's buried face.
"Mmmm," Thor mumbled, pressing his face in Loki's rump as he pressed back.
Loki's soft groans and Thor's lip smacking danced in the air. A bubble of lust surrounded them, growing hot every moment. Pulling his face from between Loki's cheeks, Thor slipped in two of his thick calloused fingers, filling him to the knuckles.
"Oh, shit! Mmmm…mmmm…" Loki groaned deep and clawed the wall as he flexed his anal muscles, gripping the intruding digits and trying to draw them deeper inside his tunnel.
"My Lord Prince Loki," Cedalore alerted.
Thor snatched his fingers from his brother's posterior and yanked his pants over his rump. Drunk from pleasure, Loki leaned his back against the wall for support as his legs were mush. Loki held his hands over his lap to conceal his erection, and Thor did the same as he leaned against the opposite wall. They were both bothered, Thor jittery and Loki gelatin.
From around the corner came two nobles who greeted them with the bow of their heads and continued pass. Once the nobles passed the end of the corridor and disappeared, Thor advanced on Loki, seizing him by the hips and pressing him against the wall.
"Brother, brother," Loki protested, batting Thor back. "We can't do this here."
"Yes, you're right," Thor agreed and stepped back.
"Let's share a slave, we haven't done that in a long time."
Thor's eye blazed and a wide grin shot across his face.
"Sure, sure," Thor nodded his head with enthusiasm. "I'll send Donthia for Havardr."
"Oh, no." Loki gripped Thor's hand. "He's too big. We'll get one of my boys."
"Loki I'm big."
"Yes, imagine me in the bed with two lugs. You aren't going to crush me in the middle."
Thor's face brightened and his eyes sparked.
Squeezing Loki's hand, Thor said, "Here I thought you liked being in the middle. Two cocks…"
"Shh." Loki halted Thor's words by placing two fingers on his lips. "We'll get one of my boys and I know who."
"Oh?"
"Viggo, he needs some miles on his ass."
"Oh." Thor frowned. "I can't place him. You have too many boys."
"I have too many boys?" Loki exclaimed taken aback. "Exactly how many girls do you have?"
"Ugh…" Thor rolled his eyes to the ceiling, trying to estimate.
"Exactly," Loki pronounced. "You just fly around with that hammer and your dick out, dropping in anywhere."
Thor beamed at Loki.
"Come on, brother," Thor urged, lifting Mjolnir.
Nodding his head, Loki ordered Cedalore, "Go retrieve Viggo."
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki." The girl dipped her head and rushed down the corridor.
Pushing from the wall, Loki led Thor to his chambers.
"Stay here," Thor ordered Donthia after entering Loki's chambers.
"Yes, Master," Donthia said with a foolish smile on her face.
After rolling his eyes at the girl, Loki climbed the stairs to the top level of his chambers with Thor following. Entering his bed chamber, Loki opened his armoire. Inside the armoire were an assortment of sex toys.
"You and your damn gadgets," Thor remarked, setting Mjolnir by the door.
"Oh, come now, you complain but I know you love how they make me cum." Loki gave a sweet smiled.
After removing a length of black jute rope and a huge dildo from the armoire, Loki closed it.
"Besides," Loki said, his lips curling into a devious smirk, "who said it'll be used on me."
Tossing the items on the bed, Loki removed a ceramic pot from the drawer of his bedside table that held a lubricant ointment. The ointment had a thick texture like grease but melted into a slippery consistency when applied to flesh. After setting the ointment on top of the table, Loki addressed Thor.
"You know," Loki began. "I still prefer you with long blond hair."
"Why, so you can try to rip it out of my scalp?" Thor supposed, standing in front of Loki.
"Exactly," Loki confirmed, wrapping his arms around Thor's solid form. "Well, at least you let it grow out evenly. I mean, really, why the hell would you walk around with lines cut in your damn hair? Did you ever dye your pubes to match your…"
Loki's words ended in incoherent mumbles as Thor conquered his lips. Their tongues thrust in each other's mouths, swirling, and mingling the taste in a pot of lust. Their eager hands tugged and pulled at each other's clothes, dropping each article to the floor. Once bare, Thor pulled Loki to the bed on top of him. The larger brother's form was smooth like a doll's made from a casting and hard like steel. The smaller brother was soft with a nice slight build yielding to the stroking of the other. Grinding their hips together, their swollen members throbbed with the stimulation. Thor's strong hands moved along his brother's spine, causing his back to arch. Trailing to the favorite part of his brother's body, Thor slipped his fingers between the crevice of Loki's rear and rubbed at the circumference of his hole with teasing probes.
"I am here, my Lord Prince Loki," a delicate male voice spoke after entering the bed chamber.
Breaking the kiss, Loki regarded the sweet-faced adolescent boy with a luxurious mane of healthy light brown hair. Viggo had the persistent expression of a pout on his face which accentuated his beauty. A timid Midgardian, Viggo was trying to get a hold on his new life.
"Well don't stand there, boy," Loki snapped. "Take your damn clothes off and be pleasing."
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," Viggo replied.
Undoing his sash with trembling hands, Viggo let it flutter through his fingers to the floor. Tugging the tunic over his head, he discarded it. The boy had long legs and wispy arms like a girl.
Crawling on the bed, Viggo eased between the masters' legs. Used in several threesomes with his master and slave brothers, Viggo knew to fit in wherever needed.
Thor held Loki's cheeks apart as he continued to tease him. As if this were an invitation, Viggo placed his face between the soft mounds and ran his tongue over his master's back hole while his delicate hand grasped Thor's scrotum and gave soft tugs and massages. A rewarding groan came from the masters prompting Viggo's confidence. Thor's hand gripped the back of the boy's head and pressed him into Loki's posterior, grinding against his face. The musty flavor of his master spread across Viggo's tongue and his rod stirred to life, his form responding the way Loki trained him. The tip of Viggo's tongue trailed along the length of Loki's valley, causing him to quake with passion.
Breaking the smoldering kiss with Thor, Loki breathed, "Good boy."
"Thank you, my Lord Prince Loki," Viggo responded.
Continuing to use his mouth to please, Viggo gobbled one of Loki's orbs into his mouth and nursed it while his fingers pulled Thor's rod from between their bodies. Viggo's fingers flowed along Thor's hefty length with soft strokes. This was the first time Viggo touched Thor, and he was eager to satisfy. Lifting his hips, Thor pumped his rod through the fingers circling his pole. Thor breathed soft pants as the tender digits around his head tightened and loosened on their path along his pole.
"Mmmm…that's enough," Loki groaned, rolling off Thor.
Gripping the boy under his arms, Loki hauled him to the head of the bed and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Lying between the two masters, Viggo's breathing quickened as they devoured him with their gazes. Loki kissed Viggo and Thor's lips. A passing of Thor's calloused hand over Viggo's sensitive nipples caused him to gasp and arch his back. An icy tremble stirred Viggo's form as his master's long fingers circled his manhood and tugged on him.
"You trained this slut well," Thor complimented.
"Yes, he responds deliciously, doesn't he?" Loki responded with pride.
"Indeed."
Releasing Viggo's length, Loki reached pass the bodies and retrieved the pot of ointment from the bedside table. Removing the cap, Loki coated two fingers and placed them at Viggo's entry adding pressure.
"Ugh," the boy groaned, nipping Thor's meaty bicep.
"Yes," Loki breathed, pushing his long digits inside the silky-smooth tunnel. "You're so fucking tight."
"Oooh," Viggo continued to moan, closing his eyes.
Thor cradled Viggo's head, trailing his fingers along the boy's cheek in soothing strokes. Seeking Thor's member, Viggo grasped it and tugged. The boy's delicate fingers glided along the thick veiny meat with his thumb rubbing at the underside of the head. Thor groaned at Viggo's talented fingers exploring him, his lips falling to the boy's cheek as he continued to cradle him.
"Ah!" Viggo squealed as Loki forced two more fingers inside him.
The boy's body tensed and writhed, his tight hole stretching.
"Yes," Loki said with satisfaction, filling the boy with four of his fingers and began probing with deep jabs.
Thor groaned as Viggo's grip tighten on his rod. As the boy's body twisted, Thor placed a hand on the hollow of his stomach to steady him. Removing his fingers from the boy's posterior, Loki lubed the dildo. Gripping the boy's thin thigh, Loki pushed it back against his chest, allowing Thor to take hold of it. Placing the dildo at the boy's entry, Loki eased it into his passage. The dildo was thicker than Loki and Thor's members combined, and Loki delighted in how it forced the boy's tight hole wide.
"Ah!" The boy cried and started to raise his upper body, but Thor gripped his hands, restricting him.
"Take it, you scummy little slut!" Loki growled as he continued to load the dildo into the boy.
"Please, my Lord…" Viggo pleaded with his eyes smarting and pressure building in his anus. "Ah…"
Seizing the boy's jaw, Loki spat in his face and growled, "You filthy bitch, you should beg for me to use you."
Whimpers crawled out the boy's throat and growing annoyed, Thor slapped him with a bear paw of a hand. Viggo yelped with the pain stinging his cheek red.
"Do what your master says, boy," Thor ordered.
"Please use me," Viggo begged in a sobbing breath. "Please use me, my Lord Prince Loki."
Pushing the dildo deep within the boy's passage, Loki jabbed it with hard angered thrusts. The thrusting quickened and the boy began to pant with his stomach heaving, his body erupting with fire. A pressure built in his abdomen as the large dildo stabbed at his guts, filling him to his colon.
"Yeeesss," Loki breathed. "Yeeesss, my little slut."
There was something delightful about a boy's body writhing that fed Loki's need. Lithe bodies twisting and arching, the sensation overcoming them as they succumb to their master's will.
"Enough, Loki," Thor dictated.
"Oh, I was having so much fun." Loki gave a playful pout, tugging the dildo from the boy's opening that gaped wide.
"Top or bottom?" Thor asked.
"Bottom," Loki said, flopping to the bed on his back.
Flipping the boy on top of Loki without a care, Thor took position behind him. Burning with pain, Viggo was in a daze, lying on his master's chest. Gripping Loki's rod, Thor eased it into Viggo's opening. Taking his own rod in his hand, Thor stuffed it into the boy's crowded hole. The two hard members crowded Viggo's already aching hole. Viggo began to whine but Loki seized his throat, silencing him. Placing one hand on the boy's hip, Thor used the other to grip his long hair like the reins on a horse and drove him hard. Grasping the boy's waist, Loki bucked into him, gasping at the sensation of his brother's pole stroking against him as the boy's tight slicken tunnel enclosed him. Viggo shuddered as they hollowed him. Tears trickled along the boy's cheeks as the masters used him in a harsh manner. Fire blazed Viggo's tunnel, burning his hips and abdomen. Trying to ignore the pain, Viggo's mind started to drift, eyelids fluttering shut.
Hot pain shot across Viggo's cheek, stinging down to his jawbone. Blood filled his mouth from a cut in his cheek, having been torn by his teeth. He cried and opening his eyes, he received another blow from Loki's hand sending his head to the side.
"You fucking whore! You like two cocks stuffed inside you?" Loki growled and spat in the boy's face.
Viggo opened his mouth to speak but he closed it and whined, prompting another hard slap from his master.
"Answer me slut!" Loki demanded.
"Yes! Yes!" The boy sobbed with blood trickling from his mouth to dot Loki's chest.
"Yes what?"
"Yes…my…my Lord…Prince Loki…"
Riding Viggo hard, Thor groaned, sagging on his back. The bed chamber filled with gasps and sighs of pleasure and pain, the brothers uniting as they brutalized the slave.
Thor halted his thrusting.
"Don't tell me you're tired now, brother?" Loki asked, wiggling from under Viggo, letting him flop to the bed.
"Did I say anything at all?" Thor asked, staying inside Viggo.
"Good," Loki smirked, taking the rope, and winding it around his hands.
Tugging Viggo to his hands and knees, Thor continued to ride him hard. Wrapping the rope around the boy's throat, Loki gripped it tight, restricting his air. Viggo gasped and struggled for air, panic rising in his form. Loki had choked Viggo several times, but each time it frightened the boy.
"Let me?" Thor asked.
"Oh no." Loki shook his head. "I remember the last time I let you choke a slave. You broke his damn neck."
"Loki, you're exaggerating," Thor replied, halting his thrusting.
"This is a Midgardian slave," Loki explained, growing agitated as he tightened his grip on the rope.
"So, what?"
"So, what? You have big hulking hands, Thor. Midgardian slaves have fragile chicken necks and Asgardians have rubber chicken necks."
"What?" Thor's face twisted in misunderstanding. "How is that possible? What is a rubber chicken?"
"I don't know," Loki snapped as he continued to pull the rope tighter. "It's something they have on Midgard. A slave girl told me."
"What would they do with a rubber chicken? You can't eat it."
Growing frustrated, Loki began to jerk on the rope around Viggo's neck, causing him to squirm under Thor.
"I don't know, Thor, but you're not going to kill another of my slaves again, you Neanderthal, so can we just get back to fucking?" Loki shouted.
The boy squirmed beneath Thor and gripped at the rope around his neck.
Thor alerted, "Loki! Loki! You're killing him!"
"Oh," Loki said, unwinding the rope from the boy's neck.
Thor pulled out Viggo's hole, allowing him to flop to the bed. Putting the rope on the bed, Loki rolled Viggo onto his back. The boy's chest heaved, his mouth gaped, sucking in air, and the blue in his face was disappearing.
"I'm sorry, my boy," Loki apologized, pressing kisses to the boy's face.
Viggo whimpered but wrapped his arms around Loki and held him tight like an abused child clinging to a malicious parent. Loki stroked the boy's hair and pressed kisses to the top of his head.
"Are you alright now?" Loki asked with genuine concern.
"Yes, my Lord Prince Loki," the boy replied in a shuddering breath.
"Good, I'm not finished with you," Loki said, shoving the boy to the bed on his stomach.
Tugging Viggo's hands behind his back, Loki wound the rope around his wrists and ran a length around his neck. Putting Viggo on his side, Loki took position behind him. After pulling the boy's leg over his thigh, Loki gripped his manhood and pushed it into his abused hole. Gripping the rope around Viggo's neck, Loki pulled tight, restricting his air.
Positioning himself in front of Viggo, Thor took their rods in his large hand and stroked them together, pressing kisses along his face, neck, and shoulder. Like a fowl ensnared in a wolf's maw, Viggo was helpless between the two men. Restricted, Viggo was at their mercy. Loki's large pole continued to assault his hole while his mind drifted with the loss of oxygen. Viggo's head floated and though he closed his eyes, his mind spun with the dizzy bed chamber. The pleasure of Thor's rough hand gliding along his pole added to the spiraling of Viggo's mind.
"Release, you monster," Loki commanded, unwinding the rope from Viggo's neck.
As air rushed into his lungs, Viggo's body shuddered, his head swarming with overwhelming sensations.
"Cum!" Loki growled.
Viggo shuddered and his anal walls clamped Loki's member as a rush of icy fire flooded his veins. Parting his lips, Viggo shouted and cried, ejaculating hard with his body thrashing, and his member exploding goo over Thor's fist. The boy thrashed between the two gods like a wild animal trying to break free. The strong arms of both masters surrounded Viggo as he thrashed, their lips painting kisses on his face, neck, and shoulders. As the last drop of fluid leaked from his lower head and the last cry stirred from his lips, Viggo's form weakened and he laid still, his chest heaving as he panted, trying to get a handle on himself.
Tugging from Viggo's entry once his muscles loosen, Loki rolled him onto his back and knelt beside his head. Thor did the same and the two brothers thrust their rods in the boy's face, their hands rushing along their lengths. Thor clasped a hand behind Loki's head and pulled him close with their lips connecting. Viggo held his mouth open wide, waiting for his good boy delicacy, a hunger in the pit of his stomach filling him with a need to please.
Giving a sharp cry, Loki bit Thor's bottom lip, drawing blood as he shot his load into Viggo's waiting mouth. The warm goo splattered in Viggo's face and leaked into his mouth. Viggo's tongue slipped out his mouth, collecting the juice from his lips. Before Viggo swallowed his master's load, Thor sprayed him with his gunk. The flavors mingled in Viggo's mouth, thrilling him as he swallowed the load with it oozing down his throat to feed his slave belly. Loki and Thor continued to kiss above the boy as he cleaned the semen from their rods and hands.
"Thank you, Masters, for using me harshly," Viggo said with pleasing sincerity.
The gods parted and laid on either side of the boy.
"You're welcome, my delicious trollop," Loki replied, licking the semen from the boy's face.
"Yes, you're most welcome, boy," Thor added, helping Loki clean Viggo's face.
After clearing the semen, Thor rolled on his back, pulling Viggo onto his chest, cuddling him. Moving his fingers over Viggo's bound wrists, Loki untied them. Like logs of timber falling in a forest, Viggo's arms flopped onto Thor's chest.
Laying beside the two, Loki rubbed Viggo's back, saying, "Damn that was good."
"Indeed, it was," Thor agreed, pressing a kiss to Viggo's nose.
"You like him, don't you?" Loki asked with a small laugh.
"Why yes, yes I do," Thor replied. "Midgardian men are pliable."
"Meh, they're alright," Loki said without passion. "Fun to break, but nothing like a long-lived Asgardian."
"What was it about him that you had to have him?"
"Look at him, he's pretty."
"Indeed," Thor agreed, stroking Viggo's hair.
"Mmmm…let's go to the tavern," Loki suggested.
"What?" Thor frowned in disbelief. "How can you have energy after all that? The boy is even worn out."
Peering at Viggo, Loki smiled at his closed eyes.
"I don't know, playing with sluts gives me energy, fills me with vitality," Loki explained.
Thor shook his head at his brother and sat Viggo erect. The boy stirred and opened his eyes.
"Do you think you should be rewarded for a good service?" Loki asked, running a finger over Viggo's smooth lips.
"If you are satisfied with my performance, my Lord Prince Loki," Viggo replied with sheer obedience.
"Good." Loki ruffled the boy's hair. "You can come to the tavern with us and have a fine cut of meat and a tankard of ale."
The boy's teeth appeared with his happiness and he placed a soft kiss on Loki's lips, "Thank you, my Lord Prince Loki."
"You are welcome," Loki replied.
The three bathed together, washing the debaucherous scum from their bodies. After dressing, they visited the palace's tavern to enjoy the rest of their afternoon.
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