Dog Days

Chapter 69

A/N: Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault. I absolutely despise writing this chapter. I receive no joy from this chapter. Skip if you want. This is going to be a long night. For those of you skipping, check back in at Chapter 70. For those of you staying, this chapter contains graphic depictions. You've been warned.

As the video begins to play, he hands me back the bong, but I just hold onto it.

I'm too stunned by the sight in front of me. My heart pounds in my chest and I struggle to breathe as my eyes dart across the screen.

I can immediately identify the body in front of me, but my brain doesn't want to process it.

His nude muscular body lays over the edge of a table. His knees and ankles are tied to the legs of the table. His feet are laid flat on the tops of his feet, but he stirs them softly against the dirt.

His muscular calves and thighs look uncomfortably tight and his ass hangs off the table. His plump ass is bruised and red and his cock hangs against the ledge the table.

His muscular back is lean. He's been starved for food, and it's beginning to show. His back is littered with healing wounds. The whipping from the previous video most have taken place easily a week before this video was shot.

They're beginning to scar over, yet they could very easily reopen. In total, there's probably about a dozen wounds.

His arms lay lazily over the table and his wrists are tied to the legs on the opposite side of the table. They're held above his head and his shoulders spasm at the tension.

His head lays facing the camera. His hair is violently curly against the table top.

There's a puddle of saliva on the table, and he looks exhausted in every sense.

He looks exhausted and desperate. He looks like he's been taken full advantage of by anyone who wanted him.

He looks like he's beginning to give up. He takes wet pants of air, and he looks blushed out.

Heimdall takes a deep breath, before declaring "Now I see the appeal."

In a scenario where he was safely front of me in this way, I would agree that he was absolutely gorgeous, with his beautiful pale skin.

Knowing what has, and will, happen to him, I feel nauseous by the sight. I know he most be in agony.

Thanos steps up behind him, and I immediately want to vomit.

I take a deep breath, before asking "Heimdall?"

He hums and I gag in my mouth a little, only for him to realize "Oh shit!"

He's on his feet, immediately running to the kitchen. He returns with the large pot that Hela and I just finished washing.

He hands it to me, and I vomit into it, before pulling myself together to listen to what's being said.

Thanos rubs his hands over Loki's ass with a dominant tone "I see my men served you well, Variant." He feels down Loki's ass, only to grab his cock "Anything left for me?"

Loki takes a deep breath, only to force out "Fuck you!"

Thanos scoffs at him, before asking "Is that any way to speak to your master?"

I grip onto the pot as I watch the video in shock. Loki forces his head up and rests his chin on the table "You are not my master."

Thanos clicks his tongue at Loki "Hush, little one."

Loki sighs "I lost my virginity at five. You don't scare me."

Heimdall speaks up "Holy shit! Is that true?"