Kinktober Day Five: Humiliation

Loki - Tony (MCU)
Humiliation / dub-con / daddy issues / spanking /domination / submission
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“I could show this to the world you know.”

Tony's heart leapt into his throat as he stared at the tape in Loki's hand. He felt almost stupid. Betrayed by a video recorder. On a fucking VHS tape. Not even some state of the art, encrypted video surveillance high fucking tech thing! No! A fucking old school VHS! He smoothed down his mustache. “Well...why haven't you?”  

“Many reasons. I have been on the internet you know. The amount of sheer, unrestrained debauchery that pollutes every corner of it is almost more than even I can fathom. I'm not entirely sure this particular recording is enough to amount to anything.” Loki fiddled with it, pursing his lips, considering. “On the other hand, I've seen some of your...shall we say early work? Impressive, but your youth betrays you. So much confidence for so little result. It's disappointing.” 

“What can I say. I was twenty something, drunk, and she thought it'd be fun to film it. Didn't tell me she was gonna black mail me with it.” He cornered the god with his eyes, sucking his bottom lip in. “Same problem different day.”

“Oh but all you did was fuck her. Entirely consensual. A coarse blow job and a five minuet thrusting session. How dull.” He rose from the chair and let Tony take a good, long look at the black box that contained such...filthy things. “But this...oh the things I could show them all, Anthony. How long would it take the son of Howard Stark to regain his reputation? Hum? Could you ever?” 

Tony stiffened, but said nothing.

“I have some experience with ill repute. And let me be the first to say that money can not buy discretion. Even the most loyal of followers and sycophants will desert you fit the stain that darkens your cloth threatens to spread to them.”

“It's not a fucking stain!” Tony snapped through gritted teeth. “Look it's 2017, asshole. Nobody is gonna care that I'm fucking a guy...”

“Won't they? More importantly, won't you?” Loki knew far too much, and the smug, happy grin on his face said it in plain truth. “Oh yes. Because perception matters to you. Public perception. I think you wouldn't give a wit if the whole world discovered you were gay.”

“Bi. If you're gonna fuck me over you can at least get the sexuality right.”

“As you wish. I do not think it would matter to you in that sense. But it would matter a great deal that they would see you, the powerful Iron Man, Tony Stark, bent over an arm rest, screaming in beautiful pleasure as I fucked you open. I think you would care that you answered my demands and called yourself a a god's bitch. I think it would matter to your admirers, your shareholders, your company, that you lay there as the enemy of Earth bent you over again and again and you cried out for my touch alone.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He whispered.

“How would it look to your Avengers, I wonder, if they saw this?” Loki seemed to come to this realization quite suddenly. “How would your friends feel to see you betray them...”

“I didn't tell you anything! I didn't give you one drop of information!”

“You didn't need to.” Loki reminded him. “I didn't' do this so you would disclose some crucial tidbit of information to me. I don't care about your superhero boy band. I ca,e because I want you.”

“What do you want from me?” Tony stood back. He didn't want to give Loki even a foot of ground, but he felt a terrible sense of humiliation and foolishness crawling over his skin.

“You know what I want. What will keep this for ever seeing the light of day.” The green eyes, green like devils fire, bored into his. “On. Your. Knees.”
 
Tony kept his footing a moment longer, her scrunched up his face as he dropped down, the hard wood rough on him. 

“I know. The fall goes hard on proud folk.” Loki came to him then, smiling as he thumbed the three thousand dollar tie and yanked it off with one jerk. He brought it up to his nose and breathed in, eyes closed as he savored the scent. “Sweet, tender Anthony. You were so pliant beneath my body. So inexperienced. Oh yes. Even the playboy has much to learn. Come now, you know what I want to hear.”

Tony shook his head. Loki's fingers rested on his shoulders, dragging the expensive jacket off and folding it neatly before placing it on the chair.   

“It pleased you well enough to say it only a few nights ago. Surely it won't go that rough on your pride to admit to it again.” Loki sounded like he was trying to be patient, but it was a wearisome task. He removed the belt next, folding it over and snapping it in front of Tony's eyes. “Or shall I punish you in the same manner as your father?”

Tony's heart jumped into his throat. “You sick son of a bi-tch!”

Loki's foot was now on the back of his head, shoving him face first into the carpet. He struggled briefly, only to feel a calm hand rub down his back and yank his trousers off in one tug, exposing his white briefs and rounded backside.

“Humility is a becoming quality in a pet.” Loki informed him, wrapping the buckle into his fist as he steadied himself. “You confided in me that you once feared your father's belt more than a bullet or bomb. That you heard the sting of his disappointment in every strike. Must I show you my disappointment, Anthony?” 

His face turned red and he could feel the gentle, probing touch of Loki's corrupting fingers sliding down his cheeks. Thats what had pulled him open last time. Loki had caressed him, stroked him, whispered to him ever secret fantasy he'd never dared to breath aloud. And then he'd given it to him.   
 
“Or I could show you other things. Why not make these moments pleasant, Anthony? Why not make them golden?” Loki brought down the belt once, twice, three times, striking with such precision as to make Tony whimper and jump with each damning connection. “Say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and I will make you croon for me. You know I can.”   
 
Tony bit his lip and withstood as long as he could. He grit his teeth, fingers clawing into the rug. His hips jutted up as the belt fell, trying to avoid the bows and succeeding in getting his thighs popped in vicious retribution. “Ouh god!” he shrieked, the fifteenth one knocking the air out of him. “Stop!”

“Say it.”

“Fuck you! Stop!” He cried out, his pain turning into a nasty sharpness through his hips. 

Loki made the next blow absolutely cruel, a welt that was sure to swell up by morning left in it's wake. “Say it, Anthony. Say it and let me make you cry out in pleasure.”

Another snap and he screamed. “Fuck! I'm your bitch!” he bleated, a tear falling from his eye as the foot lifted from his head. “I'm your bitch.” he gasped as the underwear was pulled from his body.   
 
“There.” Loki folded the clothing up and laid them with the others. “Now then.” he laid the belt with them. “Let's have a bit of fun.”