The Pain Green Eyes Caused

This is the story of what really went on between Loki and Agent Barton, while under Loki's spell.

Every day the memories come back. Details of the horrors come to surface. Clint sweats, eyes darting around the room, he tries to leave them unknown, but every night without fail the scenes play out in his mind. Some still hazy but others, are a little too clear for the archers liking.

Clint lies in bed, which is proving to yet again be useless. The small man wants to just sleep one night without the torchers. The second his blue eyes close they are jolted at the sight of Loki, smiling ear to ear, soundlessly laughing. Clint opens his eyes back to the dark empty room. A shiver sends goose bumps up his back as he turns to lie on his side curling up in the fetal position. He can no longer fight the memories it is almost as if somehow Loki still has control, wanting Clint to see and remember , feel the pain once more. His red teary eyes close. The memories play out…

Clint sitting there blank. He can think like himself but the connection between lips and mind are lost to Loki. The archer is in a cell, the walls are cement and old, yet the big rusty door remains ajar. Why? Because Loki is in control, the idea of the door actually being open is so much worse. Your mind tells you to leave but your body just sits nailed to your cot-like bed, awaiting your next command.

This was his first night. Clint had been there but two hours, long enough to have become used to the musty cellar-like aroma running up his nostrils. If this would have been normal circumstances, the archer would have been confused and immediately start searching for a way out, but right now he wasn't himself. So there he sat hands glues to the bed by his side when suddenly the silence was somehow shattered. No words were spoken out loud however the hawk could hear his master calling him… in his head? Yes, in his mind he could hear Loki's voice. "Come to me, my pet" in a slimy whisper.

There was no clear thoughts in Clint's head his feet began marching to him master, somehow he was making his way through this foreign building. Nothing made any sense. How did he know where he was going? Clint's feet were just stomping fearlessly into the unknown corridors. The place began to go from a dull unfurnished dungeon to more like a beautiful palace. Had Clint been in his right mind he might stop and look around this strange maze. Sadly Loki was in control. His feet stopped at the entrance to a marvelous room, wich was big enough to fit horse stable or two. It was painted gold with green trim to match the cocky god. Hawkeye walked down the three white steps to the marble floor. The green long carpet now cushioned the blows his feet were taking on the harsh cement outside the room. Clint walked up to the god in his chair and kneeled in front of him, his glowing blues eyes looking up to Loki, just waiting…..

One hand was holding his Septor, the other reached out to Clint, stroking the side of his face. "Do you like your new home, agent?" Loki said suddenly raising his eye brows and staring deeply into Clint. "Sir" Hawkeye nodded. The god cupped Clint's chin. "Have I treated you kind?" Clint, still staring through the god answered sharply once more with a nod "Sir." Loki let go of the archers chin and began to stand up, instinctively without words, Hawkeye knew to stand as well. "How shall I be rewarded for my kindness?" The god turned halfway toward the man glaring at him and half smirking. Clint's cold glowing eyes just looked in Loki's direction, no real connection to the feelings or his mind set. The god of mischief was again playing tricks. Clint, in his heart knew Loki's motives, his human emotion was coming through, powerlessly was giving him feelings of fear. Loki could feel how strong the archer was. His heart and mind was strong enough to be aware of what was going on. That has never happened before. This gave Loki the biggest high he had ever felt. The smile on the god's face grew wild. He loved knowing how deeply and intimately he could hurt this person. Someone will always fear him and be beneath him. "Come." Loki waved, Clint obediently listened.

Loki put one hand on Clint's should and drew his finger down his chest. He leaned in and said "I can feel your knowledge." As he pointed to Hawkeye's chest right above his heart. "No one has ever been able to feel indifferent while I'm in command of them." Clint went from a glazed over stare to actually looking at the god. Loki grew more disturbingly happy at this. He could see the fright deep in the archer's eyes. His left eye almost began to welt a tear in the middle. "You feel helpless, do you?" Loki said eyeing the shorter man, "You are I'm afraid." He said grinning again. All Hawkeye could do was just standing there, yet in the very pit of his stomach he wanted to run. The god stood directly behind Clint, leaned in and said "take off your shirt." Still staring ahead Hawkeye did as he was told. "Very good" Loki said as his voice trailed off at the sight of the handsome archer's toned chest, he studied Hawkeye's body with lust in his eyes. Then without warning the god became furious. He marched right in front of Clint put his two hands on Hawkeyes should and screamed "KNEEL!" Before Clint could even move he was forced to his knees. Loki shifted his eyes around the room breathing heavily. The site of the man someone how threatened him. Hawkeye had something Loki didn't. The tall man collected himself and smiled again. "You made me feel rather vulnerable for a moment there." Thoughts of Thor and respected loved men raced through Loki's already scrambled mind. Now he'll seek some solace and revenge on this man simple because he's there and Loki is quite accustom to getting his way immediately. "Now, open your mouth, you pathetic mortal." Loki snarled. As Hawkeye opened his mouth the god reached down unzipped his pants and pulled out his member shoving it directly into Hawkeyes mouth. He gagged and his eyes welt up with tears. "Take it!" Loki yelled. He was violently thrusting into the smaller man's face, grabbing his head to help with his force. It wasn't good enough. This wasn't painful enough. Loki wanted a pound of flesh he pulled away from Hawkeye and pushed him down just as that happened Clint instinctively put his hands put to brace himself before falling flat on his face. The god ripped off Hawkeye's pants. "You leave me no choice!" the god cried "It wasn't enough!" Loki screamed. Loki spit in his hand ferociously rubbing it on himself for moisture, then without warning he jammed his throbbing dick right into Clint as hard as he could. Hawkeye let out a cry and grabbed for the leg of a nearby chair and with his left hand reached behind him in an attempt to push his master away, the pain was intolerable. Loki drew a twisted smile on his face, surprisingly he ignored the attempt at defiance and kept trusting as deep and as hard as he could. He wasn't doing this for sexual gratification; in fact he was almost rubbing himself raw. This was all the power and dominance Loki ever wanted. Unfortunately this epiphany took place on top of Clint, whose blood now began to lubricate Loki as he moved faster. Clint could barely breathe. The full grown man was crying like a child and pleading for an end to the pain, he felt like he was being torn in half. In between gasping and moaning Loki was letting out a sadistic laugh, grabbing the archer by his hips and pushing in as hard as he could until finally he released. Clint felt the ejaculation inside him. Through the spell he was under he still felt dirty and ashamed, as Loki wanted. The god pulls out and stood up, zipped his pants and said "We're finished for now." He plopped on is chair exhausted as if he had done a hard day of work running his hand through his sweaty hair. Clint still stood there. Pants down ass in the air on his hands and knees, then slowly he began to with draw and curl up, tear silently flowing down his face. "Leave my presence." Loki demanded. Clint winced and got up fighting every step through the immense pain, shuffling back to his cell.