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"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE??!!"
Gasps filled the throne room as the Grandmaster's angry voice reverberated. He glared at the guards and various hangers-on.
"I don't know, Grandmaster," Loki said soothingly, looking up at him. "I don't know if anyone really knows…"
"Sakaar is the meeting point of different dimensions, different universes. We have relatively stable wormholes in our atmosphere. I accept that, I always have. But WHY and HOW does one pop up in the middle of my throne room and steal away my newest toy?! She was going to be the star of my orgy tonight!!"
Loki looked up at him, pained. It had been awhile since *he* had been the GrandM's favored toy for his orgies. "Can you scan the area? At least, set up a warning system when–"
The GrandM waved him off. "Scans show what's going on but not why, or if it will go on or stop. Really, Loki, you–" and his words melted into a weird noise as blue light swept the room. It abruptly stopped, and they were no longer in the throne room. "Ye gods, what happened?"
"I think we're on Midgard," Loki told him, eying the traffic on the street to one side of them. They were on the steps of a huge building that looked to be a hotel. Oddly dressed people milled about.
"Hey, great costumes, y'all!" one person called to them. Loki's expression registered shock as he recognized the outfit the woman wore, as his own green, leather and metal ceremonial outfit.
"Hey, isn't that Tom Hiddleston and Jeff Whatshisface?" called another.
"Jeff Goldblum, dummy," another oddly dressed person told him, and this one looked very similar to the Grandmaster. "Hey, can we have your autograph??"
"I think we'd better go," Loki said, eyes on an approaching crowd.
"Why? This is interesting. Who is Jeff Goldblum?" the Grandmaster asked, and the crowd laughed, thinking he was joking around.
Loki's instincts told him to run and so he did. A portion of the crowd pursued him. The Grandmaster barely noticed as he started signing autographs and talking with these strange but very sweet and flattering people around him.
Loki swiftly moved through the crowd inside the hotel, but unfortunately he picked up more people in pursuit. He spotted another exit and this time ended up in a garden area.
A walled-in garden area. He backed up until he was against a high wall. He frowned at the group of women plus a few men who pressed up close to him.
"I didn't know he was gonna be a guest…"
"I don't think the powers that be know he's even here, or he would have guards, assistants or whatever. They wouldn't have just let him alone like this."
"Hmmm…" said the tall one in the Loki costume, the ringleader, looking him over…
"Hey, I didn't know you were gonna be here, oh this is great, Mr. Goldblum!" said a man in the crowd with a more official-looking badge than the rest. "But what was your fee, and–"
"I charge nothing for accepting the welcoming warmth of this fantastic crowd," he replied grandly. "I only require a nice place to eat and drink and get to know my new friends here…" The crowd erupted in applause.
"How about the con suite? Atlanta doesn't have a lot of decently priced eateries close to the Marriott Marquis," someone told him.
"Lead the way," the Grandmaster told her, and they headed into the hotel.
"Mmmm! Mmmhmmrrr!" Loki mouthed around the gag in his mouth. At the signal of the one dressed as him, the group had wrestled him to the ground. He was staked out, spread eagled, tied down tightly.
"I don't think this is even Tom, just an incredible lookalike," said one, sitting on a bench, looking at her phone. "See, look. This article says this picture was taken of him today, filming the second season of Loki," she said, showing the ringleader her phone.
"Hm. Well maybe mixed multiverses are a real thing, cuz if anything this man is even more Loki than Tom Hiddleston!"
Loki's eyes widened as he looked at the woman. She was looking him over, sizing him up, as well as probably the consequences of whatever she was about to do to him.
She licked her lips, and fear shot through Loki. Lust was palpable in the air, as if it had been building for ages toward this Tom person who looked like him, before the wormhole ever brought them here.
Loki looked down and shivered. His body was betraying him; his erection had grown painfully obvious through his leather pants. It aroused him powerfully to be restrained like this.
"What do you think, C?"
The ringleader grinned. "I think it looks like he's totally digging this," she laughed, and knelt next to him. She unzipped the leather pants and his erection rose to full mast. As one, the other women crowded around him, reaching out for him.
"So this is like one massive party to celebrate me, and, uh, others, in these movies you love so much?" the Grandmaster queried the fans thronged around where he sat in a luxurious suite.
"That's a great description…yes, that is exactly it."
"I am so very flattered. You are all such a creative, attractive group of people," he purred, running a finger across the cheek of the woman closest to him. She was dressed very much like him, and smiled broadly at his touch. "We need some music, to get this party started. Got anything sexy?"
One person scrambled for a device, switched it on, and soft jazz filled the room.
"We need champagne! This is a cause for celebration," another woman said, and held up a room service menu.
"Absolutely," the Grandmaster chimed in. He cocked his head as he thought. Seemed like he was forgetting something, something was missing…something important.
"Mmmhmmm," Loki whimpered softly as the women around him worked. His pants were down, and one woman was sucking him lustily, as another gently rolled his balls in her hands. They had cut his leather top from him, and hands caressed his chest, pinched his nipples. Hands went through his hair, and some kissed his face.
"Mmph!" he cried, as the ringleader suddenly mounted him. She rode him and he thought fleetingly, how clever of her to put a zipper just so, that she didn't have to disrobe to take advantage of him. He strained at his bonds, mewling, as the pleasure he felt was almost too much to bear from all this attention.
"Yeah, this is more like it!" The GrandM cried as he swept one woman down in a dip, then brought her back up and continued dancing. He accepted another glass of champagne offered him, and bolted it down.
A sensuously dressed woman sashayed up behind him and put her arms around his midsection, matching his gyrations to the music. "You're so, so sexy," she told him, pressing up against him.
The Grandmaster grinned slyly, looking almost back to her. "You know it, my dear."
"No actually, I don't know it," she purred. "Show me…"
Without missing a beat, he turned and enfolded the woman in his embrace. He kissed her, tentatively at first, then more passionately as she responded. The people around them ooed and ahhed.
There was a knock at the door. "Pizza's here!!" one person cried enthusiastically and most moved toward the door, leaving the GrandM and his new friend kissing. He pulled her slowly toward the couch, and lowered her onto it. He sat down swiftly beside her and shrugged off his ceremonial robe, baring his chest. They kissed again as the others quietly watched, munching on pizza.
"Mmmmrrrgggh," Loki mumbled as the gag in his mouth was removed and one of the women covered his mouth with her nether region. Half mad with pleasure, he licked and sucked her and she moaned. He plunged his tongue in and out of her, feeling satisfaction at her cries of pleasure.
He had felt the ringleader finish and get off of him. But it didn't take long, with all the hands caressing him, to be hard once more, and another woman started riding his cock. He felt caresses and kisses continue on his legs, arms, head, chest.
"Ohhh," the Grandmaster cried as he thrust in the sensuous woman on the couch, taking her passionately.
The now empty pizza boxes slipped to the floor as the people in the room began to variously dance with each other, grope, or crowd around the pair on the couch.
As both came, the Grandmaster moved her slightly so he could stretch out on the couch. He started to pull the woman on his lap but, blissed-out, she slid to the floor. The women around him moved in, caressing his hair, his face, his chest…and in a short span of time, he had been teased to full erection again.
"My turn!" one of the women burbled, and he chuckled, drawing her onto him. Once again though, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something, to do, or watch for, or ?? It irritated him that whatever-it-was, was taking away from his pleasures with these most enthusiastic new lovers of his.
"Please, I must have a break," Loki muttered as another woman got off his face. Their juices oiled the lower part of his face, and he was panting as yet another woman rode him.
"How about a change of pace…?" a young, attractive man queried him, with a raised eyebrow. He moved close to Loki and took out his own cock, pressing it to Loki's lips. Loki groaned and opened his mouth, licking the member that thrust inside his mouth, back and forth. Loki closed his lips over it and continued to lick as the thrusts came faster. Another woman got on his own cock and started riding. He moaned, unsure of how much more he could bear.
"Loki!" the Grandmaster cried, sitting up suddenly from the bodies coiled around him. "The man I was with when I got here, have you seen him?"
"No…" The woman atop him breathed, then half collapsed as she came.
The GrandM got up, fighting off hands that reached for him. He pulled on his pants, thinking. Now where could that little leather-clad imp have gone?
He went to the hotel balcony for some air, and breathed in a balmy Southern breeze. His eyes swept the landscape down before him and spotted a rather familiar figure, staked out on the ground, being worked at by several people.
"That garden down there, how do I get to it?" he asked in an authoritative tone.
Minutes later, he was going to Loki's rescue in an elevator. He felt disturbed at what had befallen his boytoy, his *friend,* when he'd gotten carried away with all the attention he had received. He'd been pretty hard on his young prince leading up to this too. He vowed to make it up to him, in his way.
The Grandmaster swept open the door to the garden, pushing aside what the crowd had stacked against the doors to keep them shut.
A shot of arousal went to the GrandM's groin at the scene before him. Loki was lustily sucking a young man's member while another woman fucked him hard. Others kissed and caressed him. Like Sakaar cheetahs in heat.
"That's quite enough! It is my turn," the GrandM said loudly, and the people around Loki stopped, startled. Some ran off while others slunk off. The young man ejaculated in Loki's mouth suddenly, and took off.
A few minutes later, the GrandM stood, hands on hips, above a sensuously disheveled Asgardian. He looked at the Grandmaster with puppy eyes, half shut. The older man smiled and released Loki from his bonds. Then he crouched by him and grinned. "I do hope you saved something for me…"
Loki whimpered as he was turned over, his ass lifted up. The Grandmaster moved behind him and thrust into his hole, unused by the crowd. Loki continued whimpering, half in arousal, half in exhaustion as the Grandmaster used him, pumping in and out faster and faster. It felt good to be wanted so much again, even if he felt about to faint.
No, it was definitely not easy, much of the time, to be a dashing, good looking intergalactic prince with Plans and Schemes….