Warning for Haddock/Rentboy!Tintin, Dirty Talker!Haddock, Whipping/Spanking, Fisting, D/s

(From Tintin Kink Meme)

Summary: Archibald Haddock was a lonely old sea dog who once stumbled in a pub and met a young stripper/rentboy who was singing/strip teasing/things like that on the stage. Stunned by his beauty, he rented him for several months. Love grew in time, and Haddock realized that he only wanted Tintin for himself.

Chapter 1

It had been his very last trip as captain of the Karaboudjan. Already pretty sloshed out of his mind, he managed to make it to the next dock pub. An upmarket if not still seedy spot. Alan the new captain of his ship already making plans for the next shipments, had left him to sort himself out. The official exchanging of power had been done earlier in the day and his trip to Marlinspike Hall, having sorted all his own needs out, he was now in need of a good time, before he allowed his mind to start to wonder and think.

Slipping into the pub, barely noticeable amongst the other burly men around the pub, the room as dark as any other pub in the area. But as far as finding a good time. It supplied all the viewing pleasure he may want while sitting down to a pint. He'd been here previously several times, and knew to head to the back of the bar to get a private viewing room to view that nights offerings.

Seating in the small but classy box seat, a blank window before him ready for the show. A bottle of the finest Rum placed beside his seat, a chilled glass beside that with a box of cigars. All set for a night of enjoyment.

Having just sat down to enjoy his viewing, the window opened to reveal the first of the nights entertainments. His heart sinking slightly to reveal a muscle bound dark haired boy his only interesting feature would be the bright green eyes. Haddock found more pleasure in a glass of his rum rather than the boy, but someone else had clearly taken an interest and the boy was sold quickly.

The remainder of the night was much the same. Uninteresting boy after Uninteresting boy. The finest quality of entertainment but nothing that suited his attention. Each putting on a show for the pleasure of the customers. Each being bought for purposes that didn't really interest him. The smooth voice behind the box speakers introducing each boy in turn. Their names, their "interests" perhaps a specific speciality of the boy dancing before him. Sometimes a bidding war would happen and the boy would become more and more raunchy perhaps stripping and revealing more of themselves. Haddock would have thought he'd at least find one person to take his interest.

By the end of the hour he was fairly pissed, and loosing hope of finding someone to peak his interest. The bottle was half through as the brunette before him that had managed to get a bidding war of note between 3 buyers finally went off the lot. When a Short lean little Red-haired** fox walked onto the centre of the stage. The announcers smooth voice rocked over the speaker like song, His interest that peaked that the glass that was half way to his lips remained there.

"This is Tintin. This /boy/ loves being on the wild side of life. Adventurous and Energetic he lives for excitement, A wild lust for life. Priding himself on his eclectic tastes. He'd love to share your interests. A warning comes with him though. He is Hard Headed, Stubborn and may be in need of taming. This is a private entry into our Auction However he has been on the floor before. Bidding Starts at…"

Haddock raised an eyebrow at that while pressing the bidders button without thinking, a private entry into such an auction meant that this Tintin Character (If that had even been his real name) had entered himself into the Auction.

Usually there were house boys and girls: Regulars that worked for the pub not indentured but using the house for their protection. The Auction house took 10% of their winnings. The contract would be signed only after the boy was sure that he was comfortable with the Bidder, Each Bidder would have to submit medical forms proving themselves clean. The boys and girls were guaranteed to be clean.

However all the Regular boys and girls all signed contracts with the auction house for a certain amount of time. This protected both the Auction house and the Bidders . The perks for the Rent boys and girls would be room and board. They wouldn't be expected to join an auction against their will, but would have to work the floor as waiters and cleaners and strippers for the pubs displays up front. Most of the Auction "Items" were there because they didn't want to work and preferred quick money.

The Private entries were usually Rich little boys and girls wanting a thrill ride. Or seeking quick money to solve a problem. The Auction house would usually charge 25% for this. They always insured that the entry was clean. The proof of residents and all forms of legal documents would have to be submitted for this.

He was already trying to work Tintin out as the boy danced before him like a piece of meat needing to be eaten. There were several other bidders for the young fox. His finger having stopped when he saw the bidding war erupt. Tin Tin danced like a professional. Not dressed in fishnet stockings and heals like some of the boys. But rather a almost see through silk fabric shirt, and leather trousers that showed every bulge and curve the boy possessed his feat bear. The shake of his backside to the viewer's nearly undoing Haddock who heard the announcement of the last call for the purchase of Tintin.

Pressing the button waiting to see who ever buzzed last would do the same. The answering buzz in reply told him so. The two buzzes went on the next 2 minuets. Before finally the answering buzz stopped the auctioneer seeming to pause longer than normal before the sale went through for this Tintin boy. The entire place seemed to be silent as Tintin was lead off the stage. "Our next boy for offer is…"

Haddock looked at the total amount that he'd waged for wondering if he should have read the auction leaflets rather than gone with what he heard. Opening the book briefly to find out exactly what he'd bid for. Finding Tintin fairly quickly toward the front of the book. The offer having been for the entire weekend. Starting on the Friday night and ending the Sunday evening. The thought making the Captain feel abit better . He was hardly in a sober enough state to use Tintin as thoroughly as he would like for the amount he'd be paying. That would be if Tintin would even accept his bid.

He had put his book down pressing a button to close the curtain no longer interested in the auction waiting for Tintin to enter. He was just about to resume drinking when Tintin entered with a fairly large body guard behind him, Haddock not bothering to rise, looked over his shoulder pointing to a spot before him with a finger before taking a sip. The bodyguard staying at the door for the moment.

"Your name is Tintin?" He asked as he finished the last of his glass, turning the light on a tad brighter so he might go through the contract that had been placed in laymen's terms obviously for ease of trade. "Yes" was the only answer from the boy, looking up somewhat amused to find the boy staring straight at him, 'clearly not a broken toy then' he thought to himself as he stared into the eyes that bore a flame that went right to his blood.

"Do you have a last name?" he muttered already reading through the contract trying to scan through a last name but all he found were the names and signatures of the owners of the bar and the "Item number" in question. Clearly the contract was to protect the property. Tintin looked him over before smiling in mock sweetness "Anything you want it to be" Haddock could only snort not really paying attention though the smirk on his face was purely sadistic as he said "Fair enough, will just have to come up with names for you Poppet." Watching Tintin's face fall when he was called that was just about worth what he paid for the weekend.

"Right I agree to all these terms. What do you draw the line at Poppet" Tintins face looked about ready to kill at being called that but managed to hold his tongue "I like most things. If I don't like something I'll let you know. My safe words are listed. But I won't play rough if you're inebriated. Sex is one thing. Trusting you drunks another. Do we under one another…sir?"

Haddock had to admit that the boy had a point though he wouldn't have admitted it. He hadn't really planned on much more than a show and a blowjob tonight anyway though his hand suddenly itched to smack that fine looking Rump. "Captain actually. And you'll be whatever I want you to be sweet little thing. I plan to use that fine dirty lil hole of yours, I'm gonna make you take as much of me as ya can and then some. I'm gonna turn you inside out and upside down. Mark your flesh, make you hurt in places you didn't even know you had. And when I've kept you on the brink for hours on end on end I'm finally gonna let you cum. And you'll know you've come only when I'm wiping the floor of the goo that you'd have become. And I'm gonna be god damned sober when I do it. Do you have a problem with that boy?"

Tintin had to shift to check that he had indeed not cum in his trousers just listening to those promises. The taste of a real threat in every word. Like playing with fire. "Ah…Aye Aye Captain. That sounds just Dandy" Haddock smirked stood up signing the contract and pushing it over to Tintin "Do I get to take you home for the weekend or we have to do it here?" he asked pulling his black jacket on. "Your place is fine. But you need to get me back by Sunday midnight" Tintin said managing to keep his voice steady as he signed his weekend away. "Very well. Cars outside. Lets get outa this hall of mirrors shall we?"