*Trigger Warning: rape* I feel awful that I really like torturing Tony.
"Tony!" Pepper screamed and tried to run to him as SHIELD hands wrapped around his arms and pulled him back towards a car. He struggled against them as they held her as well. "Tony!" she cried again and he managed to kick one of the men holding him before he got punched in the stomach and felt the cuffs around his wrists.
Taking a painful gasp for breath, he watched as an agent hit the back of her head with the butt of his gun and heard the thud as her body hit the ground as they pulled a black hood over his face.
Tony woke up in a cold sweat, his sheets soaked through and his clothes sticking to his body. The dark that had become so comfortable in the last few weeks was gone and he looked to the open door of his cell. He stood carefully, his body protesting every step. His last punishment had been gentler somehow, no cuts, and smaller bruises that were almost gone now, but they had kept him awake the whole time. He had to bite down the bile every time he was forced to come over his stomach, fucked until his body stopped listening to him.
He took slow steps towards Bruce and Clint's room and saw them already awake. "Hey" Clint said as Bruce helped him stand, still weak from the medicine. "No alarm this morning." Tony nodded, seeing that the man's split lip was healing up as well. He knew that Bruce's sides were bruised to almost deformity but now, with their clothes on, they looked like almost normal patients.
"Maybe they forgot." He hummed. "I'll get the other three, can you manage?" Bruce nodded.
"Yeah, we're okay." He said, his movements as stiff and awkward as Tony's, but they held onto each other as they began to walk out. He hated watching them, becoming more and more disgusted at his own jealousy as he moved towards the last room. His lips curled up in anger as he looked into the room.
The three beds were lined up together and the three ex-avengers lay curled up together. Thor was pressed up to Steve's back, his face buried in the now shaggy blonde hair and arm hung loosely around his waist. Natasha was curled into Steve's chest, their arms tucked between them and their legs tangled lightly. Their covers overlapped over each of them and in the light, Tony could see the damaged floor, where the beds had been repeatedly pulled and pushed back into place. "Hey" he barked at them and felt satisfied as he saw them startle awake. "It's morning." He didn't wait for their reply, just turning to walk back to the common area.
He looked at Clint and Bruce, curled up in their regular position, and felt disgust again as Bruce carded his fingers though his hair. He sat down and flinched as the large steel doors opened and guards walked in. "What the hell?" he hissed at them. "I haven't done anything!" he scrambled back on the couch, recognizing two of them from his increasingly regular punishments. He didn't miss their smirk as they glanced at him but they didn't move, standing at their positions. He looked at Bruce and Clint, their faces showing a similar fear. Things were changing again.
There was the dim sound of a TV as Loki approached the ward. He felt the card key in his pocket, his fingers running over the smooth edges as he walked down the empty hall. He took a breath before swiping it over the sensor and pushed the door in.
"Brother!" he heard a forced voice and looked over at a large blonde man. In another life, Loki thought, the man may have commanded attention, but now he looked like a husk of a person. His eyes were dull and his body slumped against another man's as if he needed to be held up. "Loki?" he said and Loki frowned.
"How do you know my name?" he asked and one of the guards snorted.
"It's on your name tag." He said, as if Loki was stupid. "They've made up stories about you since we told them you were coming." He added.
"Stop lying!" The blonde man hissed. "He's my brother! A prince of Asgard." He looked at Loki's face desperately, looking for something that Loki didn't have.
"You stop it." Another guard said and hit the man in the stomach with a thick nightstick. "You'll scare him." Loki flinched at the blonde man's grunt of pain and went to him.
"This is how you treat patients?" he hissed, glaring at the guard, and pat the large man's back as he tried to breathe. The guard smirked at him.
"You'll learn fast. This is how we do things in this ward. Don't like it, transfer out." He said and returned to his position with the others. Loki crouched by the man and watched the man's breathing return to normal.
"What's your name?" Loki asked curiously, ignoring the cautious eyes of the other patients and the missing pair of brown eyes that had begun to haunt his memories.
"Thor." He said breathlessly. "Thor Odinson." That made sense. Thor and Loki were names from legend; it would be easy for Thor to believe they were brothers in his sick mind, even if they looked nothing alike. "Loki, you don't remember me?" he asked him and saw the man was close to tears. He saw the other blonde man's hold tighten on Thor's arm, as if trying to protect Thor from Loki's mere presence.
"I'm sorry, I don't." Loki said and stood. "But you are welcome to try to remind me." He said and stood, going to check on each of them. He saw them all tense as his hands passed over them, even as he bandaged them.
"No, don't." Clint hissed as Loki got to him and pressed closer to Bruce. "Not you." He looked away from Loki.
"He's okay, just drugged." Bruce said. "You two don't have the best past." He said, even though Clint's fingers dug into his arms, knowing that if the other had nails them would have pierced through his skin. Loki frowned but stood.
"They're in terrible shape." He glared at the guards. "Does Fury know you're doing this?" he demanded and the guards smirked at each other.
"It's a necessary evil." One replied. "It keeps them calm and from fighting and hurting themselves and each other." Loki was about to argue when a door of one of the rooms was ripped open and Tony ran out.
"No!" Tony yelled as he was caught around the waist. He saw Loki and elbowed the man's face, creating a sickening crack on impact, but the arms wouldn't let go and another man came and hit him in the back of the head. Loki's eyes widened as they began to drag him back into the room and he ran to them but a guard stopped him.
"You can play nurse with the other ones." He said with a sneer. "This one is a special case. He'll be let out when he stops misbehaving." He smirked and stood at the door until Loki walked back to the others. Their faces were dark, looking down with some kind of sick knowledge that Loki didn't have.
Tony was thankful when one held him down from behind, a knee pressing down on his legs, holding them closed as he was forced on his knees, hoping that meant they wouldn't take him from behind today. "Why do you have to make things difficult for us, Stark?" the one behind him asked, his hands keeping Tony's shoulders squared forward so he couldn't move. "You realize that just mean that things will be worse for you right?" The guard that stood in front of Tony laughed and got down on his knees, his crotch at Tony's face making it clear what was about to happen even before he began to undo his pants.
"Clearly he doesn't." he said and began to stroke himself as he smirked at the other man. "Better for us, right?" Tony struggled but knew he wouldn't get far and winced as the man's strong hard forced his mouth open, his thumb and fingers gripping his jaw until he felt it begin to bruise and open. The cock in front of him was shoved into his mouth hard and fast until Tony's nose was buried in the patch of hair that peeked out from the man's undone zipper. "You're getting better at this, Stark." The man above him chuckled, fucking his face with a hand holding the back of his head in place. "You're hardly gagging anymore." Tony closed his eyes, the words cutting deeper than what was happening and felt his stomach turn as the man's pants go louder.
"He really is getting good isn't he?" the man behind him asked and Tony whimpered as a hand came around his waist and forced itself into his pants. "You're starting to like this, aren't you Stark?" he demanded in his ear as he began to stroke him. "You like being taken like this, like a bitch." The strokes were hard and painful but Tony felt tears burn hot down his cheeks as his body responded. He felt the man behind him begin to grind against his ass and whimpered as his mouth was filled with the bitter taste of come. He knew the man above him was close, the hand behind his head was almost ripping at his hair and the thrusts became more erratic. "Hurry up." The man behind him urged, his voice dark with lust, and was almost thrusting his clothed erection against Tony's ass and stroking him with each hit.
Tony gasped and gagged as the man gave a last thrust, forcing himself into the back of Tony's throat as he came. "Fuck" he almost purred as Tony was forced to swallow. "So good." He hummed and pulled out. He tucked himself back in as Tony wheezed, spit and come dripping from his lips as his head hung down, his eyes closed as tears crawled down his cheeks.
"Stop it." Tony begged as he always did but it fell on deaf ears as he felt the front of his body pushed down, his cheek pressed to the soft rug and his arms held down by the hands that had been in his hair a few minutes ago. "Stop please." He said a bit louder as his pants were shoved down and he heard another zipper come undone.
"I don't think you want us to, Stark." The man behind him sneered and gripped Tony's length hard, making him cry out. "You want to come too. You enjoy this." He said and didn't even give him time before he pressed in hard. Tony screamed but it was cut off by shoving his face down onto the ground. "Still not used to it, Stark?" The man breathed and pulled out an inch before shoving in again, forcing Tony open slowly. Tony closed his eyes tight as his legs were held tight, nails digging into his thighs, the bitter taste of come still on his tongue. The more the man pounded into him, the more his cock hardened and his breath came out harder between each howl of pain. Minutes dragged on like hours and Tony felt himself close to the edge of passing out, only the sharp pain in his ass bringing him back. He felt the hand wrap around his length again and a pathetic moan escaped him, his stomach knotting in forced pleasure. "Come for me, Stark." The man hissed and pounded harder into him until Tony felt his bodies give up, coming painfully, his scream muffled by the rug. "Oh yeah" the man hissed and it didn't take long before he was filled, his legs about to give at each hard thrust.
Tony felt his mind go numb before his body hit the ground, vaguely seeing and hearing the men move around to clean themselves before cleaning him, wiping off his stomach and cock, and pulling new pants on him before standing, leaving him on the ground. "Good job" one smirked and nudged his side with his foot. "Can't wait for next time." He said and walked out, locking the door behind them.
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