Chapter 1
"Brother, won't you have some pie?" Thor was standing amidst the mountain of stacked pies of every flavor. Loki smiled slightly - his brother was like a child, always so easily pleased. It was the middle of the night, and Thor had been complaining non-stop about how he was distracted by Loki sucking his cock at the feast and not enjoying nearly enough food. So, of course, Loki had to use his staff to open up the pantries, and Thor had dove into the meats. Now finally, he was finishing up his meal, and had gotten to the desserts: hence the fruit pies.
"No Thor, you may enjoy yourself." Loki leaned on the racks. He wondered how all these pies stayed here without rotting. But he was a bit sleepy and not willing to think about it.
Suddenly, a pie was flying through the air towards him. Had he been anymore awake, Loki could've easily dodged the missile or deflected with his wand. As it is, he opened his eyes a little second too late and the pie - crusting, jam, strawberries, cream and all - slammed into his chest, slowly smearing down to his stomach and thighs... in perhaps not an uncomfortable way. Still, Loki looked up in fake annoyance: "Thor! Brother, you are childish as always." Thor walked towards him, grinning: "Sorry Brother, I couldn't resist. You were looking so serious and... clean." Loki saw his brother's eyes gleam with lust. He looked down, slowly disrobing himself of his dark green suit, and realized that through all the pink and red cream, he was raging an erection.
Thor looked at his little brother, all messed up by him. He, too, had noticed the rather obvious bulge between Loki's legs.
Loki felt his face redden. This, was surer proof than anything - he had felt turned on at this idea of being ruined and dirtied by his brother's hand. He looked up to Thor again. "Oh, Loki," Thor was looking at him in a strong way. He walked forward and palmed Loki's erection, making Loki moan softly - ah, that feeling of his brother's rough hand on his cream soaked erection through thin fabric.
"Look at me, Loki." He looked up, eager to listen to his brother. "You want to be messed up by me, don't you, brother?" Thor's voice was rougher and deeper than usual, "You are a naughty little thing, my little brother. You would love to be covered in all these delicious pies and creams," Thor flicked a little bit of cream off Loki's trousers, tasting the sweetness of the jam mixed with the rich cream, "You want to be dirty." Loki's mind was starting to haze with lust, but he found himself fully awake now, anticipation and Thor's words making him leak precome into his fabrics. "Oh, yes, brother, please!" He summoned a cord of rope with his staff, the coarse, rough kind, and handed it to Thor. "Please," Loki begged, emerald eyes staring into his Brother's sky blue ones, "please knock me unconscious, tie me up like a dame, and mess me up."
Thor's eyes widened for a second, then clouded over with lust. The last thing Loki saw was his brother swinging his hammer towards his head and he didn't dodge at all, smiling stupidly and letting himself fall into darkness.
***
When he came to, he was bound on a metallic chair with his summoned ropes. They were coarse, he thought; it was a good choice, rubbing and burning on his wrists as long as he moved. His clothes were left on, but his shirt was now unbuttoned and his lower fabrics evidently slashed down the middle, revealing his now completely erect cock.
Thor looked at his baby brother: Loki looked like some poor sacrifice, pale skin exposed, with cream from that first pie still clinging to some of his shirt and chest. His little brother was helpless, and his cock sputtered precome onto the chair before Thor had even done anything.
"Loki, son of Odin", Loki looked at Thor, who had suddenly appeared a few feet in front of him. "My brother", Thor walked a little closer, closer to Loki and closer to the sky-high pile of pies. "You have done wrong," Loki almost groaned in anticipation and nervous lust as Thor finally got his hands on a pie; Cherry flavoured, he thought, seeing the dark purple jam of it making a beautiful pink with the creams on the top. "And you WILL be punished!" Boomed his brother.
Loki leaned his head back, to feel as much impact as possible. He waited, his cock was throbbing, his mouth was watering and SPLAT; oh, how the creamy, sticky substance felt against his weeping cock! Thor had hit a perfect mark: the round pie struck Loki directly in the groin area, rendering his thighs, cock and balls into a wet mess. Loki looked up at Thor and in a second, his vision was obscured by a pie thrown into his face: he tasted lemon, and sweet orange in this one, and he leaned even further back, letting the cream and the juices run down his chest, touching his nipples on he way. He shuddered, shivered and moaned "Brother, I am so sinful! Please, more!"
Thor was almost lost in looking at his brother's form, covered in food and mess. At these words, he snapped out of a half-stupor, and raised to hurl another pie: the years of throwing his hammer had given him good practice for this sort of thing. He struck again, aiming for Loki's left nipple.
Loki could barely see past the pie covering his eyes. He jolted in surprise as he was struck again, on his relatively clean chest, and felt the mess merge into his skin, making it burn with lust. Drowning in the sensation, he was again struck by surprise as he was slammed on both his nipples by pies, stronger than a throw; Thor had appeared behind the chair, taking the pleasure of having more direct contact with his little brother's skin. Again, again and again, he was struck by the pie down his body, moaning with pleasure and on some places, Thor rubbed the pie into his skin. However, in this slamming, Thor left one please untouched. Loki's cock whined for attention, but got none after the first blow.
"Brother" Loki could stand it no more, his cock NEEDED to be touched, "Brother, please! one more blow, one more blow to my groin!"
"I don't think you do deserve it, Loki." Thor looked at his little brother, smothered in delicious crusts and creams, wanton and begging, "Perhaps I should stop now."
"Thor, please, please, brother!" Loki begged, "Please one more, and I shall ride your fat cock afterwards."
Thor imagined his brother, riding him in this state. His own cock begun to leak even more precome.
"Do you really want it, brother?" He asked, his voice gravely with lust.
"Yes, yes, please, brother!" Loki was half sobbing. And there it was - a blow, a shockingly hard blow, smashing what seemed like several pies into Loki's groin. Loki cried out, gasping for air for the pleasure he felt was so immense: his cock twitched, achieving climax, and his thick white ribbons of seed mixed with the colourful creams and jams on his body. He shot out jet after jet of white, and moaned, moaned so loud he was sure the whole place was hearing it.
After he had stopped shuddering, Thor untied the bonds from his Brother's body. Loki stood, his legs shaky, his body still covered with the pies, sticky and dripping off of him. He looked at Thor, who sat on the chair where he was sitting before. "Well, pleasure your king now, my little dirty brother." Thor forcefully grabbed Loki, inserting three digits into Loki's well slicked hole. Loki pulled himself up off the fingers, and Thor looked at him, confused. Loki pushed Thor's hand away, and sat himself down, without hesitation, onto Thor's cock in one movement.
They both groaned, sinfully, longingly, at the contact. Loki felt hot and dirty and so, so full, stuffed with Thor's fleshy prick, and Thor felt as if he was in paradise the way his little brother fitted around him, wet, creamed and dirty. Loki begun to ride his brother's cock fast, moaning, groaning at the pace, whimpering himself, he just started and he was already close. Thor was close too - he could feel his cock jumping, readying for release.
"Brother" Thor huffed, his tone choked and unstable, "Brother, are you close to release?" "Yes, Yes!" Loki whined, he was almost coming, almost -
and out of no where, as he sat, stuffed full of Thor's huge, fat cock, Thor managed to summon another pie and slammed into their connecting groins.
Loki wailed, screaming, trembling as hard as a leaf as he released, stuffed full on the inside of his body by Thor's cock and filthy, covered, smothered with the smashed in pie on the outside. His muscles pulled on Thor's cock inside, and the cool cream also slipped into his ass on the outside; In an instant, Thor was also releasing into his little dirty brother, bellowing and almost conjuring thunder in the pantry. He slumped into his now passed out little brother, tasting the pie covering him, and the two fell into slumber, Thor still inside Loki.
***
The next morning, Loki awoke first. He found himself still covered in drying cream, and his brother, oh god, still buried within his sore ass. He was about to wake Thor when he suddenly heard footsteps closing in; he cursed in Asgardian and teleported them to the Bath in Thor's room just before the servants rounded the corner and discovered the ruined pies.