I – The Necklace

I hissed as I poked at the purple welt that formed over my right forearm. My uncle Spitelout was in one of his moods again and decided that I'd be better off sleeping in some shed outside his house while him and a bunch of his friends played poker. So instead of doing that, I swiped a few bucks from his wallet and snuck out of the house, just to walk around the town.

Oh wait, introduction time. My name's Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, and I'm an orphan. My mom dissapeared when I was young and my dad died a few years ago. So now I'm seventeen and living with my abusive Uncle and equally obnoxious cousin since dad died. Though my aunt Grenda is pretty nice, she doesn't attack or insult me, but she doesn't really acknowledge my presence; but that's okay with me.

"This is utter bullshit." I said, kicking a stray pebble off the sidewalk. I rolled down the sleeve of my hoodie, covering the bruise on my scrawny arm. See, I may be seventeen, but I still have the body of a child: scrawny, pretty young looking and about five-foot eight. Ok, maybe not the height, but I'm still pretty small.

Anyway, here in the town of Berk: twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing. A fairly large town where the populace are almost indestinguishable from bears. With me as the exception. I was the outcast, the hiccup, and the whole town knew it. So I was pretty much shunned and ignored by everyone except for a select few, and even they had some reservations about me.

Today, as I walked around the sidewalks, thinking on all the times my life screwed itself over and to get my mind off my uncle, I had no clue as to how drastically my life would change in the next thirty seconds. As I tread past a dark alleyway, I heard something strange.

"Hiccup…"

I raised my head, eyes scanning my environment looking for whomever called my name. I found no one. I shrugged and continued walking.

"Hiccup…"

There it was again. This time I heard it come from the alley beside me. I stuck my head around the corner looking around the narrow gap till my eyes fell on something that didn't belong where it was. A shimmering silver necklace lay on the ground, right in the middle of the alley. My eyes widened at the sight of it and I stepped closer, bending over and picking it up off the ground.

It was a silver chain with a red jewel hung on it. The jewel itself was about the size of my thumbnail. The jewel was held inside the open mouth of some creature's face: it had four sharp teeth that clamped the jewel onto its face, preserved in silver similar to the necklace. I awed at the beauty of the necklace, for some reason entranced by it's shine. Normally I wouldn't be into this kind of stuff – jewelry and accessories aren't really my thing – but I just couldn't take my eyes off this particular necklace. Then I thought I should put it on.

I gingerly looked at the entrances of the alley, looking and waiting to see if anyone would come back for their necklace. But after a minute of waiting, I shrugged and hooked the chain around my neck, fastening both its ends together. I held the gem in the palm of my hand, once more admiring its brilliance, that is, until I began to feel a bit woozy. I held my forehead, trying to keep my balance, but I couldn't keep myself from falling over. I fell butt first on the side of the alley – where the ground meets the wall – and sat with my head on the wall to try and gather my composure.

"Thank you."

The voice was back.

"Wha-What?" I asked, barely able to form the word. That's when it happened.

I cried out as my hips shot up into the air. My eyes were wide as a wave of indescribable pleasure erupted throughout my body; especially my crotch. I collapsed back to the ground, breathing hard and head rushing to my face and other areas.

"The… the fuck?" I huffed, wondering what the hell just happened. When suddenly, it happened again.

I once again screamed as my groin was assaulted with feelings that I've never felt in my entire life. It lasted for about a second before I was on the ground once more, breathing heavier and my member getting harder. Then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again until I was sitting against the wall with my eyes nearly rolled all the way to the back of my head. My tongue lolled out as my body started to become hotter and hotter until the heat was unbearable.

"Clothes… too many clothes…!" I said before frantically stripping. I knew in the back of my head that I was outside: that if any random person – god forbid someone from school – I'd be in a very sticky situation. But I wasn't in a very busy part of town, nor did I really care about any of that. All I knew is that if I didn't get these clothes off as fast as possible, I'd explode.

In a frenzy I'd removed everything from my hoodie all the way to my underwear. Now I was sitting in the alley, the cold ground biting my exposed flesh and the freezing Berk wind tickling my skin. However, I couldn't take my eyes off my manhood. At seven inches, it stood in attention, swollen and twitching with every little draft. Like the necklace, I couldn't for the life of me take my eyes off my member, amazed at how erect I was. Until one more tremendous wave of pleasure rocketed through me, causing me to grab my penis and begin to masturbate furiously. I stroked like I'd never stroked before. Sure I've pleasured myself in the past, but never like this. It was like every stroke brought me to the edge of release, but never all the way and my toes curled with every time I even tapped at its head. I was moaning like crazy as my tongue hung out from my mouth – flapping around uselessly – and my eyes were rolled up. I came closer and closer, and after a few minutes, I felt my discharge was imminent.

I braced myself with one last stroke, my hips bucking up into the air and then finally I came. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before. The sheer amount of semen that shot out of my penis was inhuman, but what was even more amazing was the feeling of release, like all the strength in my body was being sucked out my dick, but the pleasure increasing with every spurt of cum. However, my hips continued to stay in the air, as I twitched with every spray of cum that came out. If someone were to see me, they'd see a scrawny kid in an alleyway, bent upwards in an "n" with his dick in the air spraying cum all over himself and his tongue sticking out in a demented, lustful smile..

Finally, the pleasure ended and I collapsed into a heap on the alley floor. My body was twitching from all the pleasure, my eyes were still rolled up and I was breathing very very heavily. My mind was blank as I absentmindedly placed a hand on my necklace, now covered in my semen. The gem was warm in my hand, but I couldn't savor the feeling as my last bit of strength faded, and I blacked out of the alley floor.

End

This fanfic will have lemons. A lot of lemons: boyxgirl, boyxboy, certain kinks, it all goes. I take suggestions.