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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_-_All_Media_Types, Thor_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference, Daddy
      Kink, Cam-Whoring, Kidnapping, Rape/Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Sexual
      Coercion, Violence/Threats_of_Violence, Loss_of_Virginity, bad!thor,
      Little_Loki_Gets_Himself_in_a_Lot_of_Trouble, complete_trash, heed_the
      warnings, D:
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Road_to_Hell...
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-24 Words: 15555
****** Boys Beware ******
by Laydee_Liesmith
Summary
     Loki likes to play online, teasing men in his webcam shows, as he
     dresses up in lacy things, telling them about all the naughty things
     he'd let them do to him if he ever met them in person. Loki's a tease
     and he knows it. He LIKES it. His friends have warned him to be
     careful; you never know who you'll come across out there when you're
     playing with fire. But Loki's always careful. 'What's the worst that
     could happen?' he wonders as he shrugs off their concern. Then, one
     day, Loki runs into Thor.
     Or, bad things happen to Loki in the back of a van.
A/N: So… i wrote this fic about a month ago, and I've been debating posting it
ever since.  Hahha.  It's really trash, guys.  But I'm sharing it with you
anyway, because I think some of you out there might enjoy it ;p.  So, warnings:
this fic is UNDERAGE and NON-CON.  Basically, bad things happen to Loki (I’m
starting to realize I like it when bad things happen to Loki ( * ಥ ⌂ ಥ * )). 
Thor is kinda cray here (definitely bad/dark!Thor, if that’s your kink), and I
have no good reason for it. #SorryNotSorry.  Anyway, please heed the tags!  If
you’re reading this fic, I’m gonna assume you’re consenting to take a ride on
this trash train.  (Unbeta-ed; any mistakes are mine.)  
xoxo
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Loki grinned to himself as he set up the camera on his laptop, making sure it
was tilted just right so that the picture would capture his best traits.  He
wouldn't necessarily call himself vain, but he had been around long enough to
know what he was 'working with.'  And by 'long enough,' Loki meant 15 years.
 Objectively-speaking, that was probably not considered all that long, but 15
years on this Earth had been enough to teach him that he was what was
considered 'pretty.' 
 
Where other boys were rough and boorish, Loki was soft and poised.  He had fine
bone structure, with big eyes and long lashes.  He had pouty lips that were
naturally rose-petal pink.  His dark hair was luscious, wavy and longer than
boys his age usually wore it, framing his cherubic face.  And when he blushed,
it was enough to make grown men squirm. Loki had been taught how to use his
wiles to his advantage.  That's what 15 years had taught him.  And it had also
taught Loki that he loved the attentionit brought with it. 
 
Loki didn't get that type of attention at home (he felt like he was just
'tolerated' by his parents), and he didn't get it at school (the boys thought
he was weird more than anything else).  But he had started to realize the way
that men's eyes had begun to linger on him around the time when he had turned
14. The baby fat, for the most part, had melted away and Loki had grown a bit
taller.  Suddenly he was that nice mix of lean and supple; tall but small;
innocent in the face but with mischievous, knowing eyes full of promises of
naughty things.  And Loki knew he had an ass to kill for, round and perky and
capable of gyrating enticingly if he put his mind to it. 
 
So Loki had begun to pursue this new power of his. At first it started with
posting innocent pictures to Instagram and Twitter.  Nothing remotely
objectionable, but he had started to really like posing for pictures, making
himself pretty, and he had learned to take them from the best angles, to be
subtly seductive.  It was thrilling and confidence-boosting when he saw all the
“likes” and favorites he would get. 
 
Loki had quickly begun racking up a number of followers he didn't even
recognize.  But people would comment, telling him how gorgeous he was. He also
received quite a number of more suggestive comments, people talking about what
they'd like to see him do with those pretty lips of his.  Or some were even
bold enough to send him private messages, asking him if he would send nudes. 
At first Loki was taken aback; shocked by the brazenness of these commenters
and a little disturbed by what they were asking him to do.  He hadn't intended
for anything like that to happen as a result of him posting his pictures.  But
the shock soon wore off, and instead he felt exhilarated; flattered and
beautiful and wanted. 
 
Then the pics got racier.  He moved off of his regular sites to a personal
blog. He pretended to be 18 and he posted pictures of himself in all types of
lewd positions.  Loki never got completely naked (he was still a bit too shy
for that), but he had shown his followers quite a lot of him.  The one thing he
never let the camera capture, however, was his face.  Loki liked to tease,
pretend he was someone he wasn’t; bolder, more in control, and with a better
understanding of sex, and what it meant to besexy, than he actually had.  But
he never wanted anyone to be able to recognize him.  He went to a parochial
school, for crying out loud.  He knew he'd be expelled if anyone found out, not
to mention his parents would probably each have a stroke.
 
Leave it to their imagination, he always told himself.   
 
But Loki didn't actually leave all that much to his fans' imaginations.  He
received requests every week.  Lately they often involved him dressing up in
women's lingerie. 
 
Loki had hesitated at first when the requests had started to come in, but, in
all honesty, he really didn't mind.  Secretly, he had always had an urge to try
it, feeling as if that might be more complimenting to him than the boring
clothes made available to boys.  On top of that, his school uniform was so
bland (the point of it was, precisely, to do away with any sense of
individuality) that Loki had thrilled at the idea of wearing something
completely different.   His best friends at school were a clique of popular
older girls (Loki had been insanely lucky to have found them and have them take
him under their wing), and so he had played around with trying on girls'
clothes a few times under the pretense that he was doing it for their
entertainment.  He liked how he looked in skirts, and the girls had cooed and
praised him for how great his legs and ass were. 
 
And Loki had preened as well under the attention of his followers as they
lauded him for how pretty he looked when he dressed up for them.  He had posted
pictures of his hard cock outlined in a pair of pre-come stained lace panties,
pictures of his plump bare bottom on display while he was wearing a short
skirt, and even a picture of himself with his legs spread and a big red bow
placed strategically between for the birthday of one of his most generous
contributors. 
 
And that had been another benefit to this.  The money.  Loki didn’t understand
why the men online were willing to pay him for these pictures. He hadn’t even
thought about it initially when he started posting.  He had only been posting
for fun; to make himself feel good.  But soon, requests were flooding in and
all of them asked “how much.”  It was easy enough to set up a PayPal account,
and the money ended up being pretty convenient for Loki’s quickly developing
online shopping habit.  Instead of having to borrow frilly things from his
friends (which would require some kind of explanation) or sneaking things from
his mom’s room (the thought of which always made Loki scrunch up his nose), he
could order all the pretty lingerie he wanted—in the right sizes—online. He
wouldn’t have to explainto his parents what he needed the money for.  And it
would all be secret and private. 
 
However, at the back of his mind, it made Loki feel a bit uncomfortable. 
Taking money for showing pictures of his body online felt… a little dirty; a
little cheap.  Thus he didn’t take money often.  Only if there was a special
request that required him to buy an outfit he didn’t already own (he
remembered, ruefully, the Playboy Bunny outfit one requester had asked him to
wear).  And once in a while—very rarely, that is; so far he had only done it 6
times—he would host a limited audience web-show.  Loki was trying to save up
for a new computer.  One with a better camera and graphics, and better
processing speed.  When he asked his parents for the money, they had said there
was nothing wrong with his current computer and they weren’t “made of money.” 
Didn’t he know how expensive his school tuition was, his mother had asked him
with a huff of indignation.
 
Frustrated, Loki had even considered purposefully smashing his computer to
warrant the purchase of a new one, but he knew his mother was too clever to
believe it had “accidentally” broken and he feared she’d make him just do
without one.  They did have a family desktop, after all, and if Loki lost the
private access to the internet he had been so grateful for over the last year,
he was sure he would go crazy.  So… he had decided to “raise the funds,” so to
speak, by doing a few private shows. 
 
The first time he did it he had been extremely nervous.  Taking his clothes off
on camera was a lot different from posing for pictures that he staged himself. 
He wasn’t confident he would be able to look enticing enough.  And he was
afraid they would be able to tell that he was much younger than he said he
was.  That he was an impostor; that he wasn’t “sexy” at all.  He was afraid to
even let them hear his voice.  But that didn’t fly for very long.  Almost all
the requests involved wanting to see him touch himself and hearing him moan. 
 
The web-show operated on a system where patrons could chat with him in real-
time telling him what they wanted to see and he would act it out.  Loki had
been embarrassed by most of the requests, especially those that involved having
to let people “hear” him.  He had never had anyone watch him that way, and even
though he couldn’t see them, it felt so exposing.  He was glad he had decided
to do it when his parents had been out for the night.  And even knowing he was
all alone, he had only been able to do a small percentage of what the guys had
asked him to.   He had lain back against his pillows in a pair of panties and a
small t-shirt.  He had tentatively stroked at his cock through the fabric until
it was hard, exposing and pinching at his nipples as he was instructed to do,
blushing the whole time.  But his first ‘show’ had only lasted about 15 minutes
before he felt too overwhelmed by his embarrassment and had to sign off.  He
assumed people would be angry; that they would want their money back. 
 
But later on, when he had scrounged up the courage to log back into his
account, he found that he had received a ton of messages, all of them asking
when his next show would be.  So many people had told him that they had come so
hard just imagining being able to touch him or hear his moans in person.  They
liked how innocent he looked; liked the way his body shuddered and twisted and
flushed as he worked himself up.  Loki’s face had been on fire reading those
messages, but it had also made him feel less self-conscious about it.   It felt
good to know that he was wanted so badly.
 
And so he had gotten a little hooked.  It had become much easier after that. 
To the point that Loki actually got kind of a thrill from being a “tease.”  He
had started to earn a reputation.  He talked dirty; explicitly telling his fans
what he wanted them to do to him.  But he very rarely showed them all that much
skin.  If anything, depending on his mood (and if he had been drinking a
little), he would show them just a glimpse of his cock.  Or suck his fingers,
pushing them deep into his mouth, pretending he would do the same to one of
them if he ever met them in person. 
 
But that’s what Loki liked about it.  He never would meet any of these guys in
person. So it was okay to tease.  It was okay to tell them he wanted a strong
Daddy-type to dominate him. To push him down and fuck him until he cried.  To
pull his hair and slap him around if he didn’t behave.   Talking like that
always got Loki so hard.  It made the shows better, the more Loki got into it. 
He’d grind against his palm until he came all over himself.  And his fans
obviously liked it too, joining in and telling Loki their fantasies. 
 
Sometimes it was a little scary. The thought that there were men out there who
fantasized about doing bad things to him.  But that scariness never stopped
Loki from moaning and bucking his hips.  Spreading his legs and letting them
see how hard they were making him.  Besides, they were where they were.  They
had no way of knowing who Loki was or how to find him.  None of it mattered. 
It was all just for fun.
 
Finally satisfied with how he had setup for tonight’s show, Loki situated
himself on his bed.  Tonight he was wearing a small white camisole with a
matching pair of sheer white panties that were laced up on the sides by silky
green ribbons.  His long legs were outfitted in a pair of thigh-high white
stockings.  He shifted until he got into one of his preferred positions, knees
drawn up to his chest with his plump bottom on display between his stockinged
feet,  making sure he looked pretty and innocent, just like he knew they liked
it. 
 
With a smile, he double-clicked to initiate the chat, pleased to see that there
were already 22 “patrons” waiting patiently for him. 
 
As the video came on and he could see his pale body displayed on the screen, he
felt his cheeks heat up and his cock start to stir, thrilled by the idea of all
those people watching him.  It was almost like a high.
 
“Hello there, boys,” he purred as he parted his knees.  
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Two weeks later, Loki was walking into the house of Natasha Romanova. After
saying hi to her mother, giving her his cherubic smile, he let himself
upstairs, knocking on the door to Natasha’s room.
 
“Come in!” he heard from inside, and with a grin he pushed open the door and
walked into Natasha’s luxe bedroom. 
 
Everything was white with red accents.  From the white shag rug to the numerous
pairs of blood-red shoes on display in her white closet, he loved everything
about her room.  Well, he loved everything about Natasha, really.  She was a
force to be reckoned with.  A beauty with a poisonous tongue, Natasha took shit
from no one.  You were either in her good book or you were on her shit list,
there were no gray areas with her.  Loki was lucky enough to be on her good
list.  In fact, he’d be confident in saying he was on her very short extra-good
list.  And the thought made him beam. 
 
Along with her, he was also friends with Sigyn and Amora. They were all
extremely different, but for some reason had come across each other’s paths and
seemed to have found some sort of balance (a truce, Loki had imagined) which
made it so they could all coexist. And now, as seniors in their prestigious
private school, the three of them were a formidable pack.  People would kill to
be friends with them.  And Loki had the honor of saying all three of them would
probably draw blood for Loki if they had to.  He was like their baby. 
 
Loki had been awkward and quiet when he started at St. Augusta’s Preparatory
School.  He didn’t fit in.  But that was nothing new.  He hadn’t fit in in
middle school, either.  He was too snarky, and his tongue too sharp, for the
“nice kids,” and too “above” the pettiness of the meaner kids.  Overall, Loki
was bored by most of the people he came across and he had been sure he would
spend his four years in high school simply trudging through it.  But something
about him had stood out to the three girls, all beautiful, statuesque and
apparently respectedin the school.  They had taken him under their wings almost
immediately.  And Loki was floored—three juniors all of a sudden wanted to be
friends with him. 
 
Loki didn’t care that being in good with them meant that he practically
guaranteed that he would be isolated from everyone else.  People were either
jealous of him for having their attention or thought he was weird for being a
boy who was hanging out with a bunch of girls.  And those who weren’t
eitherseemed too intimidated to approach him.  He was able to interact with
other students in his classes, but no one ever got close.  Loki was fine with
that, though.  Kids his age weren’t interesting enough for him to want to waste
the time on them.  And hanging out with mature girls like Natasha, Sigyn, and
Amora would prepare him to dominate at college.  Loki’s confidence had taken an
extreme boost from hanging out with his three best friends (in addition to the
activities he got up to online, but he wasn’t going to be sharing that
information with anyone—not even his best friends). 
 
Loki had gone from a shy freshman to a smug sophomore.  And even though he knew
the three girls would be graduating at the end of the year, he was also
confident that he could find his own clique if he tried.  He had enough
vicarious influence from having been favored by Natasha, Sigyn, and Amora. 
After they left, he was sure others would scramble to him to find out what it
was about him exactly that had made him so intriguing to the three girls.  And
that would be enough to keep him sufficiently entertained until he finished
high school.  But, for now, he was going to bask in the fact that he had such
great friends to take care of him.
 
“Hi, babe,” Natasha said as she turned around from where she was facing her
vanity, red-painted lips curving up in a genuine smile.   
 
Loki returned her smile with a wide one of his own.
 
“Damn, you look killer,” he purred at her as he situated himself on top of her
white and red comforter.   
 
Natasha rolled her eyes, but it was clear she liked the compliment.  It wasn’t
like she had picked her outfit just so she could be ignored. The girl knew how
to dress, and in a tight black turtleneck with a red and black plaid skirt and
sheer black tights, all her best assets were on display. 
 
“Hmm… I’ve got a date, but I’m trying to figure out if I’m going or not,” she
said with a playful hum. 
 
Loki laughed.
 
“How lucky for you… and I guess, unlucky for him?” he asked with a grin.
 
She let out a sound that sounded almost like a snort as she tried to hold back
her laughter.
 
“I just don’t know if I take him seriously or not,” she explained. “He’s such a
clown half the time, like everything’s a big joke to him.  Even with the way he
asked me out.  I mean, I still said yes, but I kind of want him to work for it
a bit more.”
 
Loki shook his head.  That sounded very much like Natasha.  She didn’t date
that often (not for lack of guys trying), but when she did she made sure that
the guy really knew what a privilege it was even to get that kind of chance.
 
“But,” she said as she eyed Loki up and down.  “You didn’t come here to hear me
whine about my boy problems, did you?”
 
Loki blushed a little as he shook his head, being reminded of what he had asked
Natasha for earlier.  Natasha smiled at him as she reached down to a plastic
bag that Loki hadn’t initially noticed when he came in. 
 
“Here’s that uniform you asked for,” she said as she held up the bag.  
 
Loki’s eyes lit up as he grinned at her. 
 
“It still bothers me that you can fit into one of my old uniforms.  I can
barely even get this on anymore,” she said as she gave the clothes a feigned
wistful look.
 
Loki giggled as he rolled his eyes.
 
“Yeah, that’s because this is your freshman uniform and since then you’ve grown
a great rack and a figure girls would kill for.  You should be happy you don’t
fit into it anymore.  This size is really only good for someone who looks like
a teenaged boy,” Loki teased playfully.
 
Natasha scoffed at him, trying to hold back her smile.
 
“You are the king of backhanded compliments, Loki,” she said.
 
“Well that’s why you love me, isn’t it, Nat?  I’m pretty sure I remember
someone telling me she never thought she’d find a boy with as much sass as she
had, when we first met,” he told her.
 
Loki then reached his hand out to her, expectantly, waiting for her to give him
the bag. 
 
Natasha gripped the bag a little tighter, as if she was rethinking the decision
to part with it.
 
“Just… be careful, hun,” Natasha said as she gave Loki a meaningful look.
 
Loki flushed.  He knew exactly what Natasha meant. Natasha was the only one of
the girls he had confided in about liking to dress up and post pics of himself
online.  He felt the most comfortable with divulging personal secrets to her. 
Not that Sigyn or Amora would necessarily give him a hard time, but Natasha
could listen to anything and be objective.  Loki felt less embarrassedtelling
her. 
 
But while Natasha hadn’t tried to make him stop it, she had her reservations
about it and had warned him, on more than one occasion, about not knowing what
he could possibly be getting himself into.  She didn’t think it was necessarily
safe, especially since it seemed like the only people who were looking at the
pictures were adult men.  That concern he saw on her face whenever they talked
about it was precisely the reason he’d never tell her that sometimes (when he
was feeling especially reckless and needy for attention) he video-chatted too. 
 
"Nat, come on.  How many times do we have to go through this?  They'll never
see my face.  There's noway they could ever find out who I am.  I know enough
to keep what I do online strictly online. It's just a little bit of fun.  I
mean…it's great that you and the girls think I'm pretty but...but sometimes
it's nice to hear boys say it too," Loki admitted, somewhat bashfully.
 
Natasha paused, as she considered his words.  She could see that admitting
something like that was embarrassing for Loki.  And she understood where he was
coming from. Loki was different.  The girls had taken him under their wing, but
that didn't mean it changed anything in his love-life.  Loki hadn't dated.  She
knew it was partially because the girls were so protective over him, but also
because Loki often said he just wasn't attracted to many of the boys at their
school (almost solely because they were just that—boys). 
 
She was sure he would have no problem finding someone when the time was
right—when he was a little older, even—but, for right now, the kind of
attention he was getting online was probably a much-needed, and extremely
potent, confidence boost.  And Lord knew Loki needed that.  On the surface he
was bratty, snarky, and witty.  But Natasha had spent enough nights up late
with him listening to him talking about all his insecurities.  How he always
thought he wasn’t goodenough in so many areas of his life.  And she knew that
those pictures he posted online were one of the only areas where he received
nothing but positive feedback. 
 
Natasha had never actually seenthe pics (and Loki hadn’t offered), but she had
at least made him promise that he wasn’t going to get naked.  She would hate
for something like that to be tracked back to him 5 or 10 years later when he
would truly regret it.  She couldn’t help but be protective. Loki was 15.  He
was like the little brother she never had and the idea of something happening
to him, even if it was humiliation and social-derision (if someone he knew ever
found those pictures), was enough to make her stomach twist with misgivings.
 Not to mention how nervous she was that he could come across someone who meant
to do him harm.  Loki played a tough game and liked to tease, but he was
actually unbelievably innocent.  He hadn’t ever even kissedanyone yet,
something he had bashfully admitted to her a few months ago. 
 
But Loki had promisedthat he was only playing around, that the pictures were
all “safe for work,” and that he never gave the guys any information about
him.  So she took a deep breath and decided to try to be less of a worrywart. 
Loki said he was being safe. And she wanted to believe him. 
 
Letting out a sigh, she placed the bag of clothes in Loki’s outstretched hand.
 
Forcing a smile, she said “Well… have fun, I guess?”
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Loki didn’t actually end up using the uniform until almost a month later.  It
had been a special request from one of his followers, but the guy had recently
gotten very aggressive and pushy in his comments and Loki had ended up having
to block him.  With no actual reason to wear what was supposed to look like a
“Catholic school girl’s uniform,” Loki had tossed it to the back of his closet
and ultimately pushed it out of his mind.  That was until he stumbled home
around 9:00 on a Friday night after having spent the greater part of the
evening at Amora’s house taking shots of flavored vodka with the girls.  His
parents were out at a show in the city and weren’t set to be back until
somewhere near midnight.  
 
The shots had left him feeling warm and fuzzy-headed.  And that also led him to
feeling pretty horny.  And as he sat on his bed in his jeans and sweater he
idly began rubbing at his stirring erection through the rough fabric.  Biting
at his lip, Loki found himself wondering if anyone was online right now. 
Someone who would help him come just by telling him how pretty he was; how
badly he wanted to fuck him. 
 
Loki usually only ever did scheduled shows, but the idea of doing a “special”
event suddenly had him feeling even friskier and as he racked his brain for a
way to make tonight’s show different, his mind strayed to the crumpled up bag
in his closet.  Grinning mischievously, he reached over to his laptop and, with
clumsy hands, typed out a description of his show and started a countdown. 
He’d give them 15 minutes and he’d close the show to only 25 “special guests.”
 
Giggling, Loki got to his feet and scampered to his closet.  
===============================================================================
Thor tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth as he sat down in front of his
computer.  It was late on a Friday night and he was bored at home.  He had
turned down his friends’ offer to go drinking.  He had a project to work on the
next morning and had to be up at 7am.  Getting hammered was out of the
question, but spending the next few hours jerking off to porn?  That would just
help him get to sleep faster.  
 
He clicked through a number of sites, obligatorily scrolling through the most
recent videos.  But nothing was really whetting his appetite.  After about 15
minutes of pretty lackluster offerings, Thor hesitated for a second before
typing in the url to a blog he had been following for the last few weeks.  
 
The blog belonged to a sweet-looking dark-haired boy who posted suggestive
pictures of himself in varying stages of undress and often in pretty, frilly,
lacy things.  Thor had never seen the boy’s face—not much more than his pointed
little chin or sometimes his pouty pink lips, but the boy seemed suspiciously
young-looking.  He “said” he was 18, and a college student, but Thor didn’t
know if he should really believe it. 
 
The boy was small.  Not exactly petite, but he was thin and lanky, his skin
soft and creamy-white.  He still had baby fat in some places, most notably in
his tantalizing thighs and that delectably rounded ass.  And while Thor
couldn’t see his face—the boy was adamant about not showing it—he had noticed
on occasion that even the boy’s cheeks looked rounded and plump.  He looked
like he still had some growing to do.  And even though the boy was already
pretty tall, Thor imagined when the boy was his age, they would probably be
close in height.  But that meant the kid probably had a good 15 or so years to
go before that happened.  Thor was almost 33.  
 
But that wasn’t enough to stop him from looking.  Clicking through the boy’s
recent pictures, Thor licked his lips.  When he had found the site a few weeks
ago, Thor had tried to stop himself from coming back.  He had been a little too
enthralled by the site the first time he had stumbled upon it.  He had gone
back through every picture the boy had posted, watching as he got bolder and
bolder as the weeks went on.  It seemed as if the boy had been posting for
almost a year, moving from innocent pictures to racier ones.  But Thor liked
that the boy only showed glimpses; teased just enough to get his imagination
going but never giving too much away. 
 
He liked the innocence of the pictures.  But it brought out something dark in
him.  Thor had his fantasies, yes, but he had never thought he’d ever see
something as perfect as this boy.  The fact that this boy existed—somewhere in
the world—and looked exactly how Thor had always wanted, made him almost crazy
with want.  And even crazier because he knew he couldn’t havehim.
 
When Thor had seen a (now expired) link to a live web-chat on one of the boy’s
older posts that Thor had missed because he had been trying to keep himself
away from the site, he had wanted to kick himself.  He didn’t know the boy did
live shows.  And the thought that he had missed hearing and seeing that sweet
mouth forming around moans, and that others had been able to see what he
hadn’t, infuriated him.   Grumbling as he thought about it, Thor continued to
click through the pictures from the past week, hand moving down to stroke at
his already-interested cock as he looked at a picture of the boy’s heart-shaped
ass, presented to the camera and taking up most of the screen, in a pair of
black panties with a bright pink bow on the back.
 
He moved his mouse over the image intending to enlarge it when some sort of
announcement started blinking in the upper right corner of the screen.  As Thor
watched the number in the box change from 15:00 to 14:59 and then 14:58, he
realized it was a countdown of some sort.  Eyebrow arching in confusion, he
moved the mouse from its position hovering over the boy’s picture to click on
the flashing numbers.  And when he realized what it was signifying, he gulped.
 
The words read: Special Limited Edition Secret Show! ;p Only $20 for one of 25
spots. Don’t you want to see me be a naughty schoolgirl?  Click Now!
 
Thor’s cock literally jumped at the words.  He wanted nothing more than to
click on the link and watch the show.  This was his chance!  What were the
odds?  How could he be this lucky??  
 
But he also felt a little anxious, especially with his gut telling him this boy
was almost definitely underage.  What if he clicked on it and it was some kind
of sting and the Feds came kicking down his doors? 
 
But even though the thought of that was sobering in itself, he also knew he
would never forgive himself if he missed seeing him in action.  It looked like
the last time the boy had done a web show wasalmost two months ago.  They were
rare occurrences.  There was no telling when the next one would be and
apparently even the one that was being advertised tonight was a “special
limited edition.” 
 
Thor thought about his options.  The boy was charging $20 for an access link
and was going to stop it at 25 viewers.  The timer indicated that he had less
than 12 minutes to make up his mind.  Frowning, Thor watched on as the “waiting
room” indicator signifying the number of people who were waiting to enter the
chat went up from 14, to 15 and then 21.  And before he could stop himself he
was clicking the link, selecting PayPal, and checking out.  His decision had
practically been made for him. 
 
As Thor sat and waited, he felt nervous energy thrumming through him.  It
wasn’t as if the idea of watching a live webcam show was anything particularly
titillating. Thor watched all kinds of porn in his free time, and had paid for
a few live shows over the years.  And often when the “free” offerings
weren’t…fine-tuned enough to appease his particular tastes, he had found
himself paying for other types of sites as well.  So, he was well-versed in
what the world of porn had to offer.  But… this boy?  There was something about
his mysteriousness that made Thor’s want him badly.  The not-knowing was part
of the appeal.  In addition to the thrill of danger involved with knowing that
he was doing something wrong by looking in the first place.    
 
Before Thor could let himself wanderany further into his own fantasies, he saw
the video screen fade from black to show him the expanse of what looked to be a
run-of-the mill bedroom. 
 
“Hello everyone,” a dulcet-sounding, yet giddy, voice breathed. 
 
And immediately Thor’s cock throbbed with want.  He groaned as he rubbed at his
cock through the fabric of his jeans.  The boy’s voice was coming from off-
camera, somewhere above and behind the webcam, and Thor watched on as the
camera shook, as if the boy was trying to reposition it.  And then, a few
seconds later, the boy finally came into view.  He was in a traditional private
school uniform.  White, button-up short sleeve Oxford shirt, tucked into the
waist of a burgundy, gray and white kick-pleat skirt.  And, God, knee-high
white stockings. 
 
Something about that uniform, though… it stood out to him.  It looked like the
uniform from St. Augusta Preparatory School.  His best friend Sif used to go
there and he was familiar with seeing it.  Thor’s family could never have
afforded to send him there.  And even Sif’s family had only been able to afford
it for her on scholarship.  The uniform was iconic, particularly because of the
gold crest over the right breast pocket.  What this boy was wearing… it didn’t
seem like a costume.  Was it the real deal?  
 
Distracted, Thor’s eyes quickly scanned the little accents he could see around
the room.  It all seemed pretty standard for a boy’s room; maybe a little
prettier than Thor’s room had been when he was growing up, but still nothing
particularly telling.  And then his eyes narrowed in on a pushpin board to the
left of the bed.  There was a banner, seeming to come from a sports rally, with
the letters “S.A.P.” in gold filigree printed on a familiar burgundy
background. 
 
Thor felt his heart hammer in his chest.  Not only was this boy in the same
countryas him (he could tell from his accent), but he quite possibly lived in
the same town??  Thor couldn’t believe it.  Now he really was starting to
wonder if this was a trap; could he really be so lucky?  But his attention
(and, along with it, his rising distrust) was shifted as the boy started to
rock his body in front of the camera, putting on a little dance for his
viewers.   
 
Thor’s eyes watched the lithe figure as he twirled in front of the camera a
bit, bending over a little to show how the short skirt curved over his ass. 
Then he giggled and sat down on the edge of the bed, with one long, pale leg
crossed over the other.  All Thor could see above his neck was his shoulder-
length wavy black hair and half of his smug little smile. 
 
“Aren’t you all lucky ducks?” the boy asked, laughing softly.  “You know I
don’t do the video shows often.  But I just got home from hanging out with my
friends and I feltso horny.  And I knew that you boys could help get me off. 
Do you want to get me off?”
 
Thor gulped at the question. The boy had lightly run his fingers across his
covered nipples when he said the word “horny,” before he had dropped his hands
primly back into his lap.  Thor watched on with curiosity as it appeared the
boy was leaning closer to the screen as if reading it. And then the boy
laughed.   Thor glanced down at the bottom of his screen, eyes drawn to the
white field that had been empty only a few moments before but which now was
filling with letters. Someone named Looking4Baby had written: I would get you
off ten times over, baby.  Can Daddy touch your cock?   Thor frowned.  He
hadn’t known it was going to be interactive. 
 
“Oh… I see,” the boy said, that soft voice showing his clear amusement.  “It’s
a little early for that, isn’t it Daddy?  If you touch me there so soon, I’m
gonna blow my load.  You know you have to ease me into it.  Don’t you want to
take it slow with me?” 
 
More responses filled the screen and they seemed to please the boy as he
giggled again. 
 
“You think I’m pretty?  You think I look sexy like this?” he asked the viewers,
lips quirking up into a smirk. 
 
Thor watched as the boy practically preened under the attention, moving a bit
from side to side, purposefully letting the skirt slip up his thighs and
showing more of that smooth, white skin.  His face was flushed but Thor could
tell that it wasn’t purely from his shyness or embarrassment.  Not only was the
boy giggling after almost every statement but he rocked a bit every time he
moved, as if he was trying to get his bearings.  And then Thor felt his brow
furrowing as he realized the boy was intoxicated, and Thor wasn’t happy about
that. 
 
It wasn't even that the boy was dabbling in substances that Thor took issue
with (Thor wouldn't mind plying his boy with something to help him to relax),
but it was more that he was out there being reckless.  Such a little thing like
him shouldn’t have been drinking so much that even sitting up straight was a
problem for him.  And based on what he had told them, the boy had just come
home.  Anything could've happened to him on the way back, looking all innocent
and defenseless like that.  Behavior like that was what badboys did, and Thor
had thought he was such a good boy.  Thor already found his fingers itching at
the thought of 'teaching him a lesson.' Of showing him structure and
discipline, because clearly he was lacking it.  The boy needed someone to keep
him in line. 
 
Thor felt himself growing harder at the thought.  He imagined the boy as a
wayward youth, needing guidance.  What if he was too innocent and naive to know
any better and Thor had to give him a good, deep dicking to show him what other
men wanted to do; to teach him not to tease and put himself on display like
that.  That he only belonged to Daddy.  But, on the other hand, what if he was
an unapologetic little slut, letting himself be used by whoever asked?  Thor
would have to teach him a lesson then, too, but it would have to be rougher and
crueler.  He would pound into him until the boy could only think of him; would
only want him, and would never desire another man again.  In any scenario, the
boy ended up his.  The boy belonged to him.  And that's what he wanted.  Thor
knew it was fantasy, but he couldn't stop thinking about what he'd do if he had
his own boy to keep. 
 
Attention being drawn back to the boy of his literal dreams, he watched as the
boy coyly began to unbutton his white button-up shirt, apparently upon request
of one of the other viewers.  Thor looked on greedily as pink and creamy skin
was revealed to his eyes.  He was wearing a small white lace-trimmed bra.  It
was probably a training bra because the boy was thin and obviously flat
chested.  Seeming to find himself a little ridiculous, the boy let out a small
laugh as he hunched his shoulders, squeezing his pectorals together to feign
cleavage for a moment before he laughed louder and sat back. 
 
He then shifted position so that he was kneeling on all fours on the bed, long
body on display, dark hair hanging over his shoulder.  The boy was so small,
Thor thought as he watched his little tummy expand and contract as he
breathed.  Thor’s eyes followed his thin fingers as the boy traced them up his
thigh, pulling the skirt up teasingly before dropping it, then tracing over his
ribs and finally resting to cup his chest, pulling briefly at his nipple
beneath the fabric.  A small mewl escaped his lips and Thor watched as more
enthusiastic messages flooded the comment box.
 
Then the boy changed his position again, this time turning so his ass was
directly in front of the camera, and slid down until he was on his elbows, back
arched beautifully, causing the skirt to slip up over the rounded curve.  Thor
groaned as the boy’s delicious bottom, clad in white panties, came into view. 
The boy rocked his hips from side to side, teasingly, giggling as he did so. 
Turning back around, the boy scooted toward the screen again to read the
messages.  This close, Thor was allowed a beautiful view of the boy’s skin as
it filled the screen. He could even see the tip of one of his pink nipples
peeking out from behind the loose fabric of his bra. 
 
“So you want me to take this off?” the boy asked to the screen as he pulled at
the strap of his bra.  “You guys are impatient huh?”    
 
But it didn’t seem like the boy minded all that much as he crawled back to the
head of the bed and Thor watched as he reached behind himself and unhooked the
bra, tossing it off toward the side of the bed.  It wasn’t like Thor had never
seen the boy shirtless before; his pictures barely left anything to the
imagination. But now, watching his flushed skin as he panted and moved, it was
even more scintillating.  And Thor couldn’t help it as he squeezed at his own
hard cock at the thought of watching the boy touch himself.    
 
The boy leaned back against his pillow, head tilted back as he put his long
neck on display.  Thor listened on as moans slipped from his lips while the boy
rubbed and pinched at his nipples until they were both hard little peaks,
standing at attention.  The boy’s legs spread, seemingly on his own, and Thor’s
mouth watered as he saw the hard little cock standing up between his legs,
tenting the fabric of the thin panties.  And almost as if the boy knew exactly
what Thor wanted him to do, one of his finely-boned hands moved down in between
his legs and started to massage his straining cock.  The boy moaned loudly,
bucking up into his hand, as his other hand continued to twist and pinch at his
nipple. 
 
“Mmm, do you like this?” the boy asked, voice almost a whimper as he continued
to play with himself.
 
And clearly the viewers did like it, based on the influx of comments.  Thor
hated that he had to share this boy with them, and although he there were a
number of things he’d like the boy to do for him, they were only for him. 
 
The boy stroked himself a little longer before he pulled his hand away, almost
regretfully and pushed himself up, crawling back to the screen to read his
comments.  He giggled and blushed, his skin reddening around his neck and
chest, seeming to like what he was reading as he said a breathy “Thank you.” 
  
But as the newest request came up Thor could see the boy’s mouth turn down in a
frown as he read it.  Punisher: why don’t you stop playing around and take
those panties off. Show us your pretty little hole.  You never give us more
than just a glimpse of anything.  Are you just a tease? 
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Loki considered the words.  Maybe it was the atmosphere.  Maybe it was because
he was still rather tipsy.  But for some reason he found himself moving his
laptop on to the bed and changing the angle of the webcam, tilting it further
up so more of the room came into view.  Then he was hesitantly scooching up to
the head of the bed.  He had showed his bare bottom before.  And sometimes he
had worn thongs and g-strings so tiny that they left little to the
imagination.  But he had never so wantonly showed off what was between his
legs.  His shows had always been about teasing.  About fantasy.  He wanted them
to imagine for themselves what he looked like.  But… tonight, for some reason,
Loki felt reckless.
 
Looking away from the camera, he reached under his skirt and hooked his fingers
into the plain white panties quickly tugging them down and off.  He let out a
little sigh of relief as his hard cock was freed from the confines of the
fabric.  But even though he was now exposed and bare, the skirt was still
covering him.  But that’s not what his fans wanted.  And Loki didn’t want to
disappoint.  
 
He made a show of balling up the panties and tossing them toward the camera. 
And then he raised his knees to his chest and shyly parted his legs exposing
his hard cock, and the small, pink hole nestled between his pale cheeks.  Heart
thumping in his chest, he squeezed his eyes shut as he let them look their
fill.  The thought of all of those eyes on him made his cock twitch, and he
shuddered, bringing his hands down to spread his cheeks himself, showing off. 
===============================================================================
Thor was floored.  Not only had the boy agreed to do this, but it seemed he
didn’t know that by changing the angle of the camera, he was no longer
anonymous.  For the first time Thor saw his whole face.  It wasn’t a clear
image, but the boy was so pretty.  And young.  Definitely young.  Dark lashes,
and finely arched dark brows, with a straight little nose that turned up at the
end.  The boy was closing his eyes almost immediately after he had decided to
take the panties off, so Thor wasn’t sure—were his eyes green? Were they blue? 
Whichever color, they were beautiful.
 
And when he spread his legs like that, shyly at first, but soon reaching his
hands down to give them all a better look, Thor couldn’t help but to gulp.  The
boy’s face blushed, his chest heaved with stuttering breaths, but it was clear
he wanted to be watched. Thor’s hand was on the buckle of his jeans almost
immediately, undoing them and reaching down into his underwear to grab at his
throbbing cock as he watched the boy. 
 
Then those big eyes fluttered open, and the boy licked his lips as he looked at
the camera. 
 
“How’s that?  Do you like it, Daddy?” he whispered. 
 
Thor found himself whispering out a strangled yes, as he began stroking his
cock, as if the boy was talking directly to him, instead of 20 other anonymous
strangers on the internet.  The boy coquettishly closed his legs, switching so
he was laying on his stomach in front of the computer.  Thor’s breath stuttered
in his chest as his face came into focus, finally clear. 
 
Thor’s eyes roved over his face trying to take in every feature like a starving
man.  Big greeneyes, a fine dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose,
slightly crooked bottom teeth that peeked out when he opened his mouth to lick
at his bottom lip.  The boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the newest comments.
 
An endless stream of requests had come in from the viewers: 
 
Now finger yourself!
 
Fuck yourself and pretend it’s my big cock
 
I want to see you stretch and stuff your hole
 
The boy blushed and actually covered his face with his hands, as if the sheer
thought of it was embarrassing.
 
“I’ve… I’ve never done that before,” he whispered. 
 
More responses came in, many of them asking for clarification.  Did he mean
he’s only ever let someone else touch him but had never touched himself like
that before?
 
“No… Nobody’s done it to me either,” he replied.
 
Thor’s eyebrow arched at that.  Did the boy really mean…?  And it seemed his
fellow audience members were of the same curiosity, as more questions appeared
at a rapid pace. 
 
“I haven’t… I haven’t “done it.”  Any of it.  I’m… you know, waiting for the
right guy…. Waiting for the perfect Daddy,” he said, smiling shyly.
 
Thor’s eyes widened and he stared dumbfounded at the beautiful boy, face
illuminated by the light from the computer screen.  This delectable, sensual,
and tempting creature was untouched. The comment box filled with the word
virgin, as if it was some rare creature; like a unicorn.
 
The boy blushed as he read the comments.
“Um… is that a…a good thing or a bad thing?” he asked hesitantly.
 
Thor had had enough.  He had to answer. 
 
Heavy_Hammer: Baby, I love that you’re a virgin.  It just means Daddy gets to
teach you everything you need to learn.  Daddy likes it when his babies are
innocent little things like you are.  And you’d be a good boy, wouldn’t you?
Letting Daddy suck and finger your little hole until you were nice and sloppy
wet and then Daddy’d slide his big cock into you.  You’d let him, wouldn’t
you?  
 
Thor watched the boy pause for a second as he read the words.  He was unable to
hold back his groan as the boy’s eyes became half-lidded as he bit down on his
bottom lip and nodded. 
 
“Y-yes,” he said breathily.  “Only for you, Daddy.”
 
Thor groaned as he began to type, one hand on the keys, the other stroking at
his straining cock.
 
Heavy_Hammer: Tell me what you want Daddy to do to you, baby.
 
The boy whimpered, body shaking as if the words were enough for him to get off
on.
 
“Anything you want to do to me, Daddy,” he said as he began to rub at his stiff
nipples. “I want you here, right now.  I want you to touch me.”
 
Thor found himself nodding.  The boy was so obedient.  Such a good boy.
 
Heavy_Hammer: Daddy can’t be there with you right now, baby, but I want you to
suck your fingers, get them nice and wet.  And then I want you to rub your hole
while you stroke your little cock.  And tell Daddy what you want him to do to
you when he comes and gets you.
 
The boy moaned as he all but threw himself down on his pillows, immediately
sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and spreading his legs wide for all
to see.  Pulling his fingers from between his wet lips with an audible ‘pop,’
he brought them down and rubbed them against the tight skin of his pucker.  He
let out a small gasp and bit his lip at the sensation before bringing his other
hand down to close around his hard cock. 
 
“Ooh, Daddy, it always feels so much better when I think about you touching
me,” the boy whimpered out as his hips bucked up.  “I always imagine what
you’ll do to me when you get me alone.” 
 
Thor groaned as he stroked his own cock in time with the boy’s, watching as his
ruddy knees bounced and his thighs quivered. 
 
“I think about you.  I imagine what you look like.  You’re tall, and muscled
and mmm… you have big hands that can cover my whole body.  A-and you hold me
down when you’re fucking me because you’re strong.  You’re so much bigger than
me and you know how to discipline me when I’m being bad and you know I needit,
Daddy.  And you rub your beard against me when you eat me out, and it’ll leave
me all raw but I’ll love it,” the boy said, words punctuated by breathy gasps. 
“I’d do whatever you want Daddy.  You’d just have to ask.”
 
Thor was already imagining it.  The boy liked to be dominated?  He liked the
idea of being held down?  How was he so perfect?  How was he exactly the kind
of boy Thor wanted?   Thor felt like he could come just at the thought of being
able to touch this boy in real life.  To lick those pretty lips, pull that
hair, and shove him down.  To push apart those fleshy thighs, spread his little
hole and stick his tongue in.  Then his fingers.  Then his cock.  He could just
imagine how the boy would cry.  He’d cry, but he’d ask for more at the same
time.  Because he wanted it.  
 
Then a muffled voice coming from off screen cut into his fantasies and he
watched as the boy jumped up from his position on the bed and scrambled off of
it.  Thor listened with a furrowed brow at what sounded like the boy stumbling
over things.  But suddenly the voice was closer as a knock sounded through the
room.
 
“Loki!  We’re back.  Do you need dinner?  We brought leftovers!” a female
called.
 
The boy, voice seeming to be coming from other side of the room, called back
“No, I’m fine!”
 
“Are you sure?  It’s your favorite from Panne e burro!” the woman continued.
 
“Mom!” he shouted back, sounding frustrated. 
 
“Alright, alright, but don’t blame me when you come sniffing around for it
tomorrow and it’s all gone…” she returned.  And then it sounded like she
continued to talk as she moved further away.  
 
After a moment it was silent again, and then the boy’s flushed face was filling
the screen.       
 
“Holy shit!” the boy whispered, half-giggling.  “That was close!  I forgot to
lock the door, haha!”
 
The boy glanced over his shoulder again, as if to make sure the door was really
locked, before he turned back to the screen and gave them a more serious look.
 
“Unfortunately, it looks like we’re going to have to cut this short.  Sorry
boys,” he said as he gave them a dramatized frown.
 
“But… hopefully a lot of you were able to… ‘finish’ with my help,” he laughed
as he winked and blew them a kiss.  “Sweet dreams, and I hope they’re all
filled with me.”
 
Then the screen went dark and the chat closed.   
 
Loki, Thor thought to himself as he sat back in his chair, still reeling from
what he had seen.  His cock was still so hard and he began to stroke himself
languidly as he closed his eyes and thought of the boy.  Loki with his big
green eyes, plump lips, and that wavy black hair.  Lokiwith that mischievous
smirk and tinkling laugh.  Lokiwho was shy and innocent, but an impossible
tease all at the same time.  Lokiwho seemed to live very, very close…
 
Everything Loki had said he was looking for in a man—the man he wanted to give
himself to—was embodied by Thor.  And Thor, now having seen Loki’s face for the
first time, knew Loki was perfect for him too.  He could just imagine what Loki
would do when he saw him.  Thor was 6’4,” almost 220 pounds.  He knew he was
big enough for Loki.  And if the boy needed to be dominated and controlled,
well…Thor would happily do that.  The thought of it was enough to make his cock
literally twitch in his hand.  
 
And as he thought about what that would be like, he came harder than he had in
a long time.  He had to meet Loki. 
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Almost two weeks later, Loki was walking home by himself from school.  Usually
Natasha or Sigyn would offer to give him a ride, but Natasha had ballet that
afternoon and Sigyn had left school early for an appointment.  Amora’s license
had been impounded for the last month by her parents when they realized she had
racked up a credit card bill in the four-digits.  As he trudged along the quiet
street, cutting across side-streets to shorten the distance home, Loki thought
about his situation.  It was rare that he was ever just “on his own” like this,
but he figured it was probably time he started to get used to it.  The girls
were graduating in less than four months and he would have to learn how to
exist without them.
 
Frowning, he shifted his backpack over his shoulder.  Things had been… weird
for him lately.  Following his most recent cam-session, Loki hadn’t made any
attempt to host another one.  He hadn’t even posted a pic of himself since
then.  It wasn’t that his show hadn’t done well. It had gone extremelywell, to
the point that his inbox had been flooded with almost a hundred messages.  He
had been as sick as a dog the day following the show, dealing with a massive
hangover, and although his parents hadn’t found out he had gone out and gotten
himself drunk, he took his miserable situation as his punishment for being
uncharacteristically stupid. 
 
When he finally got around to viewing the messages, he was floored by how many
he received.  People telling him how much they liked the show.  Some of them
also said they really liked having seen his faceand that made Loki nervous.  He
hadn’t intended to show his face, but, at some point, he knew he was aware of
the fact that he had let himself get caught up in how fun it felt to throw
caution to the wind and he wasn’t being as careful as he usually was. 
 
And it was the one thing he had promised Natasha he wouldn’t do.  The one way
he was guaranteeing he was keeping himself “safe.”  Now that his face was out
there, it had sobered Loki up a little bit.  He had started to feel like maybe
it wasn’t such a smart idea to post pictures of himself online after all…
 
This feeling had also been fueled by some of the messages he received after he
had gone a few days without replying or uploading any new posts.  These
messages were uncharacyeristically aggressive.  And some of them were scary. 
People telling him about all the things they wanted to do to him for being such
a “bad boy.”  They talked about how they wanted to find him and punish him;
hurt him.  Loki had his own fantasies that he would share with his fans
online.  But the way these men talked sounded so much more sinister.  And now,
knowing that they knew what he looked like, he was suddenly far more concerned
that these men’s “fantasies” could be made real. 
 
Online, Loki was a tease, and mischievous, maybe he’d even go as far as calling
himself a thrill-seeker, but he was honest enough to admit that he wasn’t all
that bold when it came to real life. At least not yet.  He hadn’t even been
kissed… Why would he let any of those guys do things like that to him?
 Complete strangers?  When it was anonymous, it was fun—Loki felt in control
and as if the balance was tipped in his favor.  Now that they knew what he
looked like… well, it made him feel completely out of his element.  As if he
really was just a kid playing at a game he didn’t understand.
 
Well, Loki thought to himself as he sighed heavily, maybe that’s a good reason
to take a break from it for a while…    
 
“Loki,” a deep voice called out before Loki felt a heavy hand come down on his
shoulder. 
 
Jumping in shock, Loki spun around on his heel, a frown tugging down the
corners of his mouth. 
 
He came face to face with someone he didn’t recognize.  It was a tall,
intimidatingly muscled blonde man wearing a plaid shirt and jeans.  He had
startlingly blue eyes and a trimmed beard.  He was smiling, the skin around his
eyes crinkling warmly, his teeth straight and white.  He was very attractive,
Loki found himself thinking fleetingly.  But that did nothing to cause him to
relax or feel less cornered by the man’s sudden appearance on the otherwise
deserted street.  And, Loki noted with a niggling sense of discomfort, the man
was standing way too close for someone who was a total stranger.  
 
“Do I… Do I know you?” Loki asked, trying to keep the sneer out of his voice. 
 
He looked around him.  They were on one of the back streets tucked between two
rows of houses and surrounded by backyard fences.  They were in a good
neighborhood, but the street was empty at this time of day. Loki had dawdled
almost a full hour after school because he knew he’d be bored going home, and
now he had missed the crowds of kids that often tended to walk home in packs
soon after school let out.  He couldn’t even see very many cars around, which
made sense since most people were stil at work at this time, and there was no
one driving by.  His eyes fell on an old dark blue cargo van parked a few feet
away, and he wondered for a second over it.  It looked so out of place here.   
 
“It’s been really hard to get you on your own like this,” the man explained,
drawing his attention away from the worryingly empty street. “You’ve always…
you’re always surrounded by those girls.  So… when I saw you walking by
yourself, I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
 
Loki’s eyes widened as he shifted back one step. He had no idea what this guy
was talking about, but something about him was causing all of Loki’s warning
signals to go off.  He looked at him with wide eyes, trying to size him up. 
The guy had at least a good 4-6 inches on him (and Loki was considered tall for
his age).  But aside from that, the man’s sheer size was enough to dwarf Loki. 
He looked calm enough, but Loki didn’t miss how large his hands were and he
could already imagine what those hands would look like balled into fists.  Loki
wondered if something was off about this guy.  He seemed pretty normal—aside
from the completely bizarre conversation they were having—but Loki knew looks
could be deceiving.   
 
“I… I think you’re confused, man,” Loki tried to explain, keeping his voice as
steady as he could. “I have no idea who you are. We’ve never met.”
 
The man’s brows lowered slightly and Loki felt his heart race in his chest.  He
was suddenly reminded about having learned about the ‘fight or flight’ response
that year in Biology, and wondered if this is what animals felt when in the
grips of a predator.  Because Loki suddenly felt himself getting tense, as if
his body was preparing itself to take off if it needed to. 
 
“We haven’t met, no,” the man said.  “But… you asked for me.”
 
“Excuse me??” Loki asked, this time unable to keep the incredulity out of his
voice. 
 
“Just come with me and… and we can talk Loki,” the man said as he reached out
for him. “It’s too hard to explain this just standing out on the street like
this.”
 
“No fucking way, you psycho!” Loki snapped as he slapped the man’s hand away.
“Like hell I’d go anywhere with you.  Are you mental?”
 
And as soon as the words left his mouth, Loki knew he had made a big mistake. 
Most of the mistakes in his life started when he opened his big mouth, and this
situation was proving to be no exception. 
 
Suddenly, it was like things were moving in slow motion.  They moved quickly,
in reality, but Loki realized his brain was just taking too long to keep up
with what was happening.  The man moved like lightning, surprising Loki by how
swift he was, as he grabbed him, slamming him hard up against the nearest
wooden fence.  Loki felt as if the air had been knocked out of him.  His heart
was in his throat, stuttering in his fear.  But he knew he couldn’t just lie
down and take this.  He struggled against the man’s rough grip on his
shoulders, kicking and trying to twist his body.   It seemed as if it was
taking forever for him to regain the ability to breathe, but once he was able
to, he sucked in a big breath of air, ready to scream for his life.
 
But then a large hand was coming down on his mouth and any and all sound he had
been trying to make was cut off.  Loki was having none of that, and immediately
bit down on the hand covering his mouth; hard.  The man cursed, and pulled away
briefly and that was when Loki saw his chance.  He kicked him hard in the shin,
and as soon as the man released his shoulder to grab at his injured leg, Loki
slipped out from under him and started to run. 
 
He was able to get out one strangled-sounding “Help!” before he felt a forceful
pressure on his backpack, yanking him backward, and then he was being tossed
onto the dusty ground.  Loki scrambled to right himself, but when he looked up
all he could see was a huge fist coming toward him and he instinctively turned
his face away, taking the brunt of the hit on the side of his face. 
 
Loki saw stars, and then he saw nothing at all.     
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When Loki came to, his head was throbbing and his vision was blurry, but from
his position prone on the ground staring up at the ceiling, he could tell that
he was in some type of vehicle.  Slowly pushing himself to his elbows, and then
up into a sitting position, Loki glanced around. 
 
It was a van.  Some big, old, dirty-looking cargo van.  With a tarp rolled up
in the corner and stained paint cans.  But when his eyes continued to sweep
around the dimly lit interior of the large van, his breath stuttered in his
chest when they landed on the figure sitting in the far corner, partially
concealed by the dark shadows.  Loki couldn't see much but he immediately knew
this was the man who had accosted him on the street.  The big, blonde man.  The
one who had hit him and, apparently, knocked him unconscious.  Loki had no idea
how much time had passed since then.  Or, what had happened to him .
 
Looking down with a sense of panic, Loki could see that he was pretty much the
same as he had been when he left school.  He was still in his uniform, and
aside from it seeming particularly rumpled and a bit dirty, it didn't look like
he had been touched.  And other than the throbbing pain in his head, and the
tenderness he could feel at his temple everytime he so much as blinked, Loki
didn't think he was hurt anywhere else.
 
"Oh!  You're finally awake," came the man's excited-sounding voice.  "I didn't
expect you to be out this long.  Guess that hit was harder than I thought,
huh."
 
Loki stared at the man with wide eyes, wondering how he could talk so casually
about striking a teenager and rendering him unconscious.  Loki tried to glare
at him but all it did was cause the bruise on his face to flare up and he let
out a hiss of pain.  That seemed to kick the man into action and Loki stiffened
as he watched the man push to his feet and move toward him.
 
Loki immediately scrambled, trying to sit up more and wishing he felt sturdy
enough to get to his feet.  This guy was huge—at least 6'3 or 6'4—and Loki did
not want him to have any added advantage on him.  He was scared but he wasn't
going to lose his cool.  If the man wanted something from him—money or other
valuables (Loki couldn't begin to fathom what, though; his family did alright
but they weren't rich, definitely not the type of people you'd ransom)—Loki
would try his best to talk his way out of this.  If the man was just textbook
crazy, Loki knew it would be harder to reason with him, but he would still
try.  His mouth was the only tool he had.
 
“Who are you?” he asked, watching the man carefully.
 
The man sidled up closer to him, and Loki pressed himself against the wall of
the van, trying to keep his distance. 
 
“Just call me Daddy,” the man said smiling, a wild look in his eyes.
 
Loki’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, as he tried to process what he had
just been told. 
 
“Call you what?  What the hell??  Who are you?” Loki repeated, heart hammering
in his chest.
 
The man gave him a hard look, as if displeased with Loki’s response and Loki
immediately shut his mouth.

“Don’t be like that, Loki,” the man said in a soft voice. “This isn’t how I
wanted this to be.”
 
Loki watched as he got closer, this time reaching out to touch his thigh.  Loki
shifted, trying to shake his hand off, but he couldn’t move back any further
and the man’s grip on his thigh tightened. 
 
Now he was so close that Loki could see the fine details of his face.  His
electric blue eyes surrounded by thick spiky lashes, his tan skin, the flecks
of gray in his blonde beard.  Loki’s breath stuttered in his chest.  This man
looked completely normal—attractive and well-spoken—but there was an underlying
element of dangerousness about him.  It was unreal.  Loki had never been this
scared before in his life. 
 
“You asked for me,” the man repeated.  “Don’t you remember?  In your video
show?  You said you wanted me to be there with you.  You told me you’d do
anything I asked.”
 
Loki flinched as he realized what the man was actually talking about.
 
“You’re… you’re one of the guys from online?” he asked in a small voice,
voicing the words out loud causing a sinking feeling in his gut.
 
The man grinned, as if he was pleased with Loki’s deductive skills.
 
“Yes, ‘Heavy Hammer.’  Do you remember?” he asked, as he began to stroke Loki’s
knee. 
 
Loki closed his eyes, feeling tears start to form, and turned away from the
man.  He couldn’t believe this.  How had he ended up in this situation?  He had
been careful.  He had stopped playing around online once he realized how
stupidit was.  He didn’t deserve this…  He gulped as he felt the man’s hand
slide further up, stroking languidly from his knee to the inside of his thigh
and back down again.  The man hadn’t yet said what he wanted, but Loki could
take a guess.  And he couldn’t think of any way to get out of this. 
 
“What… what’s your real name?” he asked in a trembling voice, as he tried to
shift his leg away from the man’s touch.
 
Instead of answering, the man reached up and grabbed his chin, forcing Loki to
turn back toward him. 
 
“Look at me, baby,” the man instructed and Loki’s eyes fluttered open.  The man
was staring at him, as if awed by his face.  And Loki watched as his blue eyes
dropped from Loki’s eyes to his lips. 
 
“You’re only going to call me Daddy,” he told him as he reached up and ran his
thumb across Loki’s bottom lip.  Loki shuddered.
 
“B-but… I… I want to know your real name,” Loki persisted.  “I… I don’t want
you to be a stranger to me.”
 
He tried to flutter his eyelashes, to make the man more sympathetic to him. 
Loki believed that if he could talk to the man outside of his “Daddy” persona,
he could possibly convince him to abandon whatever it was he planned to do.  He
had watched enough procedural dramas to know that that was important. 
 
The man hesitated for a second as he glanced back up at Loki’s eyes.  He
reached up with his other hand to stroke at Loki’s hair, and Loki had to will
himself not to look away. 
 
“My name’s Thor,” he said finally, after a few moments. “But you are not to
call me that.”
 
“Thor, I-” Loki began, but before he could even get a few words out Thor was
speaking over him.
 
“What did I just say?” Thor asked, voice taking on an edge as he tightened his
grip in Loki’s hair causing Loki to let out a hiss of pain.
 
“D-Daddy,” Loki whimpered, as he reached up and grabbed at Thor’s hand, trying
to get him to let go of his hair. “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, just—I just wanted to
know you better.”
 
Thor relaxed his grip in Loki’s hair but didn’t let go.  Instead he caressed
Loki’s jaw and pulled him closer.
 
“Give Daddy a kiss then,” he instructed.
 
Loki flinched.  He wasn’t sure what to do.  If all “Thor” wanted was a kiss,
Loki could make himself do that.  But he wasn’t sure if giving in to that would
make Thor think he was giving in to other things.  And if that was the case,
Loki would rather fight his way out.  But, glancing at the bulging biceps he
could see under Thor’s plaid shirt, Loki was pretty sure he wouldn’t get too
far doing that.
 
“Um…” he said, as he looked back up at Thor. “J-just a kiss, ok?”
 
Thor grinned.
 
“Baby,” he said, as if amused.  “You know you want more than that.”   
 
Loki started to shake his head “no,” but Thor was already pulling him forward
and slotting his mouth over his.  Loki let out a surprised “mmf” and then felt
Thor’s tongue push into his mouth.  His tongue was hot and wet, and Loki
struggled weakly against him.  He was scared and anxious, but what Thor was
doing with his tongue was making him dizzy. 
 
“Come on,” Thor said breathily as he pulled away.  “Let’s get this off.”
 
And then he was tugging at Loki’s uniform and Loki flinched, pushing his hands
away.
 
“Wait! Wait!  We’re not—We don’t need to do that,” Loki argued.
 
Thor laughed.
 
“Baby, why so shy all of a sudden?  You act like you haven’t shown all of this
all over the internet before.  For hundredsof men to see,” Thor said, eyes
darkening on the last words.
 
Loki gulped and shook his head again.  Thor was not pleased with that response.
 
“Stop playing around.  Take these off,” he said, voice brooking no room for
argument. 
 
Thor’s hands were on him again, pulling at the buttons of his shirt, and Loki
trembled as he tried to squirm away from him.
  
“I don’t want to!  I don’t.  Just-  Please let me out of here.  I want to go
home,” Loki sobbed. 
 
"What are you talking about," Thor asked, face darkening.  "This is exactly
what you said you wanted.  I'mwhat you said you wanted.  You teased me;
beggedfor me.  You said you wanted me to fuck you."
 
Loki’s eyes filled up with tears as he shook his head vehemently.
 
“It’s—It was all pretend!  I just said that t-to turn guys on,” Loki said, so
scared he was barely able to catch his breath. “I-I wasn’t serious.  I don’t
wantthat.  Please!”
 
“So, you’re a fucking liar?  Just a tease?  You want me to believe that?  Huh?”
Thor growled as he gripped his arms, hold painfully tight.
 
Loki struggled again, feeling his panic settling in.  Thor was angry.  Playing
nice wasn’t going to solve things, it seemed.  So Loki started screaming and
kicking.  And, face twisting into a nasty scowl, Thor slammed him up against
the wall of the van, causing his head to smack against it painfully.  Loki
gasped, scream dying in his throat, as the air was knocked out of him. 
 
“This is what you wanted.  I saw how hot you got when you talked about wanting
a Daddy.  A Daddy just like me.  Someone to take care of you.  Someone to show
you the ropes," he snarled. “You don’t get to take that back now.”
 
Loki shook in Thor’s grip, terrified and at a loss for words.  Thor had quickly
transformed from a placid, calm-sounding man to an angry and volatile brute. 
Loki wanted to keep fighting, but he knew he wasn’t getting out of this van
unscathed.  The man looming over him was huge, all muscle and hard body.  He
had already showed that he wasn’t opposed to using violence.  Loki’s vision
still swam if he moved his head too fast and the back of his head now throbbed
from where it had hit the wall.  He didn’t want to end up unconscious or
otherwise permanently injured if he got Thor any angrier than he already was. 
He realized he couldn’t talk any sense into the man.  The only thing he could
think of to guarantee himself the least amount of damage was to try to butter
him up, in the hope that he would go easier on him.  
 
As hot tears slipped from beneath his eyelids, he tried to steel himself for
what he was about to do. 
 
“D-Daddy… please.  I… I’m sorry I said that.  I’m just… I’m a little scared,”
Loki blubbered.  “Please forgive me…”
 
Thor was still glaring at him, but his grip on his arms lessened slightly.
 
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered again and this time Loki obeyed, bringing
trembling fingers up to the buttons of his shirt.
 
Thor watched him silently as he slipped off the crisp, white button-down.  Loki
hesitated for a second as his hands hovered over the buckle to his belt.  He
had an idea… the lesser of two evils. 
 
“Daddy?” Loki said, looking up at him, shyly. “Maybe, I can… Um, do you want me
to suck your cock?”
 
Thor’s brows furrowed as he frowned at him.  Loki didn’t understand what he had
said wrong. 
 
“You make a habit of that, huh?  Going around sucking other men’s cocks?  Did I
say I wanted a slut?” Thor asked.
 
Loki flinched, face flushing. 
 
“No!  I’ve never… I’ve never done that before, but… I thought… I thought maybe
you’d like that instead of us…” Loki trailed off as he looked around the grimy
interior of the van.  “I… I don’t want to do it in here.  We… we can have sex
another time, ok?  But I still want to make Daddy feel good, that’s why I-”
 
Thor cut him off with an amused laugh.
 
“Aw, baby, don’t be worried about that.  Here’s fine.  Besides, Daddy’s not
going to wait to fuck you another day.  Do you know how long I’ve been waiting
already??” he asked.  “So be a good boy for Daddy and get those trousers off.”
 
“No!” Loki protested, curling in on himself. “I don’t want to do it here,
okay?  Listen to me, I’ll do whatever else you want, I just can’t-”
 
“No more fucking around,” Thor snapped at him.
 
He then grabbed Loki by the waist of his pants and dragged him down to the
ground.   Loki let out a surprised cry as he was suddenly prone on his back
with Thor above him, those heavy hands all over him.  One was at his throat,
keeping him in place, and the other was fumbling with his pants, trying to get
them open.  Thor was breathing hard, hands rough, and seemingly deaf to Loki’s
struggles and whines, as if his mind was focused on one goal.  He was
terrifying like this; like he had lost all control. 
 
“Wait!  Stop, ok!  Just stop for a second,” Loki pleaded.  “I’ll let you do
it!  I won’t fight.  Please!”
 
Thor paused for a second, looking up at Loki through strands of his messy
blonde hair, panting as he waited for Loki to continue. 
 
Loki averted his eyes as he brought his hands down to his pants and began to
undo them.
 
“You can d-do it… but… It’s my first time, ok?  So… please, please don’t be
mean to me,” Loki whispered as he looked up.  “Don’t hurt me.” 
 
Something changed in Thor’s eyes.  It made Loki’s stomach twist and clench
uncomfortably.  It was as if, for some reason, Thor was even more turned on. 
But it was enough to get Thor to release his hold on his throat as he sat back
a bit.
 
“Take them off,” Thor said as he looked down at Loki’s pants, voice gravely and
laced with lust. 
 
Swallowing nervously, Loki lifted his hips and pulled the trousers down.  His
fingers trembled as they moved up to the waistband of his green and black
striped boxer-briefs, but he knew Thor wasn’t going to let him get out of
this.  So with a deep breath, he tugged them down.  Before he could kick them
off, Thor’s big hands were closing around his ankles, pulling them all the way
off.  He didn’t miss how Thor tucked them in his pocket.
 
Blushing, Loki let Thor push him flat down on his back.  He closed his eyes, as
Thor came closer, and then Thor was kissing him again.  This time softer, and
slower.  To his embarrassment, a soft moan slipped from Loki’s lips.  He wanted
to tell Thor to stop—if only because he was ashamed that he actually liked him
kissing him—but then he felt the heat of Thor’s hand around his cock and he
gasped. 
 
“Ngh,” Loki whimpered as he turned his face away from Thor’s. “D-don’t…”
 
 “Shh,” Thor whispered against his lips. “I want to see you get all worked up. 
Just like you do online.”
 
Loki tried to fight against the feeling of Thor’s rough hand stroking him, but
it was the first time anyone else had ever touched him like that and, to his
horror, he was hard in just a few moments. 
 
“Mmm, beautiful,” Thor whispered in his ear, his hot breath making Loki
shudder.
 
And then Thor was leaning back, kneeling at Loki’s feet, hands caressing Loki’s
ruddy knees.
 
“Open up,” he said, applying a little pressure.
 
Loki whined softly, putting up a little resistance, but ultimately he let Thor
push his knees apart.  Thor’s eyes on him made him feel like he did when he was
showing himself off online, and Loki felt his breathing speed up slightly.  He
couldn’t believe himself.  He was so ashamed.
 
But then he saw Thor reach in to his back pocket and pull out a bottle and his
stomach did a flip.  He watched with worried eyes as Thor squeezed the contents
on to his fingers, and rubbed them together until they were shiny and coated.
 
“Hold your legs up for me baby, and show me that pretty hole,” Thor purred. 
 
Loki blushed as he hesitantly raised his legs and pressed his knees to his
chest, locking his arms beneath the backs of his knees.  He let out a nervous,
shuddering breath.  He couldn’t believe he was exposing himself to Thor like
this. 
 
“Remember to d-do it gently, ok?” he whispered.
 
Thor grinned at him, and then Loki felt the first slick slide of his thick
fingers rubbing against his hole.  He jumped and whined, squeezing his knees
tighter to his chest.  Thor circled his hole briefly, making Loki shudder,
before he began pressing the first digit in.  Loki gasped, squeezing his eyes
shut, surprised by the pressure and strange feeling. 
 
“Relax,” Thor said as he pressed deeper in. “Relax that little hole and let me
in.”
 
Loki whimpered as he felt Thor’s finger stretching him, touching him in places
he had never been touched before.  He bit his lip to hold back his noises, but
Thor wasn’t as self-conscious, his heavy breathing filling the cab of the van
as he told Loki how pretty he looked.  Loki’s cock stayed hard and he began
panting, chest blossoming into a blush.  When Thor added another finger, Loki
let out a hiss, the stretch becoming more painful.  
 
“Sl-slower,” he whined. 
 
But then Thor’s fingers brushed up against something inside of him and he let
out a startled gasp, bucking his hips involuntarily.  Thor continued to hit
that spot repeatedly, as he scissored and twisted his fingers causing Loki to
whine and moan.  He felt like he was almost about to come when Thor stopped and
slid his fingers out.  Loki couldn’t help the whine of frustration that escaped
his lips and blushed hotly when Thor smirked at him.
 
“Don’t worry baby,” Thor said as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans and pulled
down the zipper. “Daddy’s not gonna leave you unsatisfied.” 
 
Letting his legs down so he could get a better view, Loki watched on,
speechless, as Thor reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock.  It was
thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-come.  At the sight of it,
Loki instinctively closed his legs, squeezing his thighs together.  Thor was
way too big.  But Thor’s hands were immediately on his knees pushing them apart
again, as he slid his body between his legs.  Loki looked up at him with teary
eyes.  Thor was breathing hard, staring down at him, and it made him feel like
prey.
 
“I… I don’t think you’ll fit,” Loki whimpered.
 
Thor let out a soft moan as he began to slick himself up.
 
“I’ll fit.  I can’t wait to get inside you,” he panted.  “Hold yourself open
for me.”
 
Loki blushed, appalled at the idea.  But Thor was being gentle so far.  He
wasn’t sure he would stay that way if he refused him anything.  So with
trembling fingers, Loki reached down and spread himself open, raising his hips
to give Thor better access. 
 
“Gently,” he reminded, starting to feel his panic rising, as he felt the blunt
head of Thor’s cock pressing against him. 
 
Then Thor pushed hard, and as his thick head nudged inside, Loki felt tears
spring to his eyes at the pain.
 
“Ah-! H-hurts!” Loki gasped, as he tried to blink away his tears. “Ugh… Stop! 
Please stop!”
 
He tried to push against Thor’s chest, but instead Thor wrapped one hand around
his wrists, holding them in place as he pushed in further.   Loki gasped at the
burning stretch and started to cry harder, asking Thor to stop over and over
again.  But Thor just kept pressing in, slow and steady until, finally, he came
to a stop.  He wrapped his arms around Loki and kissed at his neck.  
 
“Shh, shh, baby, first times hurt,” Thor said as he tried to soothe him. 
“You’ll feel better soon.  And think about it this way.  You’re giving yourself
to me.  You’ll always remember it being me.” 
 
That didn’t serve to comfort Loki at all, as he continued to cry.  It felt like
there was no way his body would be able to adjust to the size of him.  He never
knew it would hurt this bad. 
 
“Pl-please,” Loki sobbed. “I can’t.  You have to t-take it out!”
 
“You’re being such a good boy for Daddy,” Thor said. “Just relax.  You can do
it.  Come on, give me a kiss.”
 
Loki shook his head and tried to blink the tears out of his eyes, but then Thor
was kissing him, tongue licking into his mouth and he found himself calming
down.  As Thor leisurely licked into his mouth, he released his grip on Loki’s
wrists.  Trembling, Loki wrapped his arms around Thor’s neck.  Then Thor
started moving, mouth still latched on to Loki’s, swallowing down his cries. 
As Thor’s pace picked up, driving into his body over and over again, Loki found
that, instead of pushing Thor away, his hands were scrambling for purchase on
his back.  He clutched on to the fabric of his shirt, he wrapped his legs
around his hips.  He wanted the warmth of him.  He felt so raw and exposed and
vulnerable; scared.  Holding on to him made him feel safer. 
 
The sharp, searing burn had subsided into a dull, achy throb.  Now Loki was
more aware of the hot drag of Thor’s thick cock inside of him, filling him up
impossibly every time he thrusted in.  And as he continued, Loki found soft
moans and mewls escaping his lips along with the whimpers.  He felt dizzy,
surrounded by the heat of Thor’s large body, breathing in his air and feeling
as if he didn’t know where Thor ended and where he began. 
 
“You like it, baby?  Huh?  Tell me you like it,” Thor panted in his ear as he
rocked his hips into him.
 
“I-I like it!” Loki gasped out, hot tears streaming down his face.  And as the
words slipped from his mouth, and he felt his own cock throb in response, he
wondered if he really believed it. 
 
“Say it again,” Thor groaned, thrusts becoming rougher.  “Tell Daddy how much
you love it.”

And Loki did, repeating it over and over again.  The more he said it, the more
he felt it in his body.
 
“Yes.  God, you’re so good, baby.  So tight.  Daddy can’t hold on.  He’s gonna
come soon,” Thor groaned. 
 
Loki whimpered, barely able to hold on as Thor’s thrusts became more erratic,
hitting him hard and deep, touching that spot inside of him that made him see
stars.  Then Thor’s hand was on his cock again, stroking him roughly, and
Loki’s tears now were from sheer pleasure.   
 
As he bucked his hips to meet Thor’s thrusts, Loki heard himself saying “Yes!
Yes!” and “Daddy,” without Thor needing to tell him to.  He was lost in his
pleasure and couldn’t stop himself as he tucked his face into Thor’s neck and
bit down hard as he came.   Thor let out a pleased moan and started to pound
into Loki harder.  Completely spent, Loki held on tight as Thor continued to
use him as he sought out his own release and with one hard thrust that had
Loki’s toes curling, Thor came, grunting loudly.  Loki gasped, blinking dazedly
as he felt Thor’s cock pulse inside of him.
 
A few seconds passed as they both caught their breaths, panting like they had
just finished running a marathon. Then Thor disentangled Loki’s arms from
around his neck and slowly eased his cock out causing Loki to whimper softly. 
He laid there naked, panting and sweaty, as he watched Thor move to sit at his
feet.   Thor looked at him with hooded eyes and Loki shuddered.  He couldn’t
believe it, but after this whole ordeal he found that he didn’t mind Thor’s
eyes on him.  That he actually kind of liked it.  Maybe Thor had been right…
Maybe Loki really did want what had happened to him. 
 
Pushing himself up to his elbows, Loki looked down at himself in awe.  Then he
looked up at Thor, catching his eyes.
 
"Look what you've done to me," Loki said softly, voice scratchy and hoarse from
all his crying.
 
Thor watched, his gaze hot and heavy, as Loki dazedly ran his fingers through
the come already dripping out of his hole and down his thighs.
 
"You've got to take care of me now, alright?  You've ruined me.  I can't be a
good boy anymore, so take responsibility... Daddy," Loki said, lips quirking up
in a shy smile.
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A/N: Ok… I’m gonna go crawl under a rock now O__O 
(I promise I’ll write something nicer/sweeter next time.  I swear I’m not just
a trash-producer, haha *___*  And if you're waiting for an update for my multi-
chapter fic, have no fear, it is coming soon!) 
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