Five Years Later
Alvcup Week Entry
It had been nearly five years since the Outcasts and Hooligans stood together. Five years since the war and all was peaceful. Hiccup was not exactly anxious to see Alvin again. He had been getting along rather good since the Outcast chief had signed the peace treaty with his father all those years ago that assured the Outcasts would never target Berk or any of their fishing ships ever again with threat of retaliation by dragons. Okay, so Hiccup didn't exactly agree with the last part but he had always been willing to follow through should the need ever arise. So far everything had been peaceful…well with the Outcasts at least. But with Hiccup's father, Chief Stoick the Vast's untimely death Hiccup had taken his place as Chief of Berk which meant it was now time for a new peace treaty and Hiccup didn't trust Alvin to keep to the same terms set upon him by his father. No, Alvin was a Treacherous and would search for any loopholes. So Hiccup spent the better part of a month reading over the former treaty, memorizing everything, making sure nothing was forgotten and that there was no way Alvin could wiggle his slimy way out of it. Politics really wasn't Hiccup's thing.
When Alvin arrived it was a grand fair event. There were many who still feared Alvin, more so now that Stoick was gone than ever before, so they tried to make the former Hooligan feel welcomed and a grand feast was held in his honor as with any other chieftain come to visit Berk. But Hiccup had failed to meet him at the pier, having completely forgotten the day as he rushed off to help Eret calm his angry Rumblehorn that had somehow gotten a nasty throne in its hind foot and had gone about causing chaos while his rider fought for control so he could pull it out. Rumblehorns were not the easiest dragons to tame, especially when in pain or upset. It took nearly twenty minutes to subdue Skullcrusher long enough for both men to yank the offending throne out and another ten to patch him back up. So Hiccup was in a bit of a rush when he finally made it back to the Great Hall only to have Gobber pull him aside, fix his hair and throw one of his father's old black bear fur cloaks over his shoulders, buckle it in place and rush him up to the far too large throne to greet his guest.
Hiccup did not make a very chiefly sight. The cloak was too big just like the throne. He looked more like a little kid play dress up than the leader of his entire tribe.
"Sit," Gobber urged from the corner of his mouth as the tall double doors were thrown open to allow the Outcasts entourage entry. "Back straight. Stop fidgeting."
"Gobber, everything is too big," Hiccup hissed back, trying to adjust the cloak so he could sit comfortably – if that was ever possible.
"You'll grow into them," his mentor said with that silly grin he got whenever he promised Hiccup would grow into something.
"You've been saying that since I was five," Hiccup grumbled. He might have been one of the tallest Vikings now but he was by no means built like one. Too wiry, not enough muscles, and mind often lost in the clouds unless dealing one on one with dragons. "Never going to happen."
"Wasn't talking about your wardrobe."
"Hardy-har har," the young chief grumbled but straightened up nonetheless. Being small and having to deal with people nearly three times his size meant Hiccup often had to make himself look bigger than he was and such things as sitting straight and tall, and having a commanding presence was a must, especially with such people as Alvin. He puffed out his chest a little and kept his head held high. "Alvin," he greeted, his tone even and not showing a hint of the anxiety he felt toward the very large man.
Alvin had lost a bit of weight, or maybe that was his age catching up with him. He was slightly slimmer, maybe twenty to fifty pounds so and while for a three hundred and some pound man that might not seem like much it was noticeable to Hiccup. That and the strips of grey now weaving through the man's untidy hair and beard.
"Hiccup," Alvin purred, his forget-me-not blue eyes regarding the new chief with interest. "You failed to greet me at the pier. Have I offended you?" The scarred face lit up with a crook smile and far too many teeth.
"No," Hiccup answered easily. "I simply had other matters to attend to. I'm sure Snotlout and Spitelout were able to accommodate you. The flatlands outside Berk were selected for your men to camp." It was within easy watching of the Berk guard in case the Outcasts decided to betray them.
"Ah lad, you wound me. No, my men will be staying on the ships. I'll be the only one spending the night…in you hut, of course."
"Oh!" Hiccup's face lit up. He hadn't thought of that. Last time Alvin was there for the peace treaty it had only been him after regaining his tribe from Dagur the Deranged. So he had spent the night with Hiccup and his father, claiming it was like old times for them and being a surprisingly welcomed guest despite their old feud. Of course Hiccup wasn't around for the "old times" but he gathered that Alvin and his father had once been pretty close. Now Hiccup was alone but that didn't mean he had to be rude, he now had a guest room he could spare. And if that didn't work out he could always bunk at Astrid's. "Of course," he said quickly. He really didn't like this idea but had to play the part of the perfect host.
Alvin gave another toothy grin and bowed his head in thanks.
The proceedings went on as they would when Stoick was still chief. Hiccup, along with his cousin Snotlout who now served as his second in command, and Spitelout, who was replacing Gobber since the blacksmith had other duties to accomplish and really didn't want to spend any more time than necessary with Alvin, gave the Outcast chief the tour of Berk. It had changed a lot since the last time Alvin visited. There were new stables for the dragons, as well as feeding stations and a large hanger gutting out of the side of one cliff with a second being built on the other side. Hiccup chattered on about all their new accomplishments, unsure what else to talk about with the man and unspeakably thankful for his cousin and uncle to fill in the dead air when he had nothing more to say. And for the most part Alvin wasn't acting weird or trying to convince Hiccup to train his dragons or any other silly demand he once would have made. Indeed things went far better than Hiccup ever dreamed and he began to relax.
The peace treaty was signed. Alvin barely even took time to read it. He simply flipped through the parchment and scribbled his name at the end after Hiccup explained everything and then Hiccup signed his own. Hiccup was starting to feel and more and more at ease.
Even the banquet went off without a hitch. He Hiccup expected trouble so had the Berk guard on full alert. Astrid led them and those on dragon back made endless sweeps around the village and island while those on foot stood guard in watchtowers and patrolled the village. But not one Outcast stepped foot on the island aside from Alvin as hourly reports were brought to Hiccup. Still security was something Hiccup wanted for his people and the guards patrolled the entire night.
Usually Toothless came home at night so that he and Hiccup could spend some quality time together but since becoming the new alpha he had duties of his own to attend to and was sometimes gone days on end. After the banquet Hiccup waited by the front door for nearly half an hour to see if his dragon companion would come home but as it had become more and more of late, the Nightfury did not return. Hiccup sighed and shut the door, automatically throwing the latch so it wouldn't blow open with the early morning wind.
"Your dragon doesn't come home much anymore, uh?" Alvin asked from across the room where he had cracked open the barrel of mead Hiccup had been saving for a special occasion.
The young man held back a sigh and shrugged. "Well he's got his duties as well so…"
"Ah…" Alvin answered with a nod. His keen eyes looked over Hiccup as they had many times since his arrival, as if trying to drink every inch of the boy in. "Five years have done you, lad. Not so scrawny anymore. Still lithe but not scrawny. I like it."
"Eh…thanks," Hiccup murmured as he hung up his father's clock on its hook. "You can take my fath…ah, the master bedroom. I'll take my old one." Actually, the upstairs loft was still his room, he simply couldn't bring himself to take over the master yet. He hadn't even entered it since Stoick's death. Gobber had tried clearing it out for him but that was too heartbreaking so everything was left as it was the last morning Stoick woke in his bed.
"Ah, lad, this isn't how it works," Alvin purred, stopping Hiccup as he mounted the first step, his thick fingers grasping the boy's thigh. That twisted crook smile was back. "I made a little change to the treaty before I signed it."
Hiccup's brows rose. He didn't see any changes and when would Alvin have had a chance to change anything, he was surrounded by Hooligans the entire time. "What?"
Alvin's grin grew. "The last paragraph where it says the peace treaty shall be celebrated by a grand feast I added 'and by the mating of the elder chief to the young'. You really should learn to read things before you sign them."
"What! I never agreed to that."
"Your signature is right below mine, lad. Why don't you check?"
Hiccup glared at him. This was some joke. Hiccup would never in a million years agree to sleep with Alvin the Treacherous. There was no way he signed anything of the sort. Besides, how could Alvin alter anything in the peace treaty without someone noticing? Alvin had signed it right before Hiccup and the Elders and then Hiccup had the treaty with him right up until they reached the hut. It was still on his person!
He yanked the scroll from his belt and stalked toward the table to open it up completely. "Agree to help either tribe in case of war against rival tribes," he murmured to himself, quickly reading through the parchment. "Outcasts will not train dragons for purposes of war or enslave and dragon for amusement." He flipped through to the next page and then the next, seeing nothing out of order until he reached the last page. It was written in a messy scroll and in Latin, a language most Vikings would not recognize let alone understand. At a quick glance one might think it a hastily scribbled signature but it was indeed words. His chest tightened. He should have seen this. He should have spotted it and read it before signing because what was written was damning.
"Chief Hiccup will entertain Alvin the Treacherous upon every visit to Berk," Alvin purred in Hiccup's ear from behind. "He will bow before his elder in private and do all he is commanded be it of a sexual nature or not."
"I didn't agree to this," Hiccup insisted.
"Ah but you did, lad. Your name is right there, is it not? The same ink and quill were used." Alvin's large hands moved to either side of Hiccup's narrow hips. "Are you going to break the peace treaty not a day after it was signed in front of your own men? Tsk, tsk. I thought you had more honor than that. Should I send up a flare?"
Hiccup inhaled sharply. "That's why your men didn't come to shore? You'll were planning to break the treaty if I refused you?"
Alvin chuckled and pressed his groin into Hiccup's backside. "Technically, lad, you'll be breaking the treaty by refusing, not me. So what is it, boy, a friendly roll in the hay or fiery catapults destroying the village while I fuck you anyway? You've got no Nightfury to protect you and even if you did I still win."
Hiccup's hands fisted against the table. Alvin had him. Either way Alvin was going to win. How he had managed it was still beyond Hiccup but somehow the man had done it. "If I agree then everything else in the treaty is still valid, yes?"
"Of course." Alvin rubbed his growing erection into Hiccup's leather clad rear.
"You'll help us defeat Drago if he ever attacks again?"
"Yes."
"You won't start your own dragon army?"
"No."
"What proof do you offer?"
The Outcast stopped grinding his front into the young man's rear. "I signed your silly treaty did I not?"
"Proof Alvin, I need proof…something more binding that parchment. A blood oath."
Alvin chuckled behind him. "A blood oath? Are you certain Hiccup? For me to give a blood oath then you're going to need to be fantastic in the sack."
Hiccup took a deep breath and stared down at the parchment before him and those damning Latin words that bound him to the treaty, his mind still whirling on how Alvin had accomplished such a feat in front of so many. "Why? Why do you want this so bad?"
"Why indeed, lad? Why does anyone want a mate? Why do people fuck? It brings pleasure and pain and lust and desire, and I've waited five long years to get between your legs. But your father bound me with a contract not that different from this, one that forbids me from going near you. Ah, he must have known I took quite a shining to you but now that he's gone I'm no longer bound by that and since you couldn't exactly had that into this new one as chief…well let's just say I'm planning on making up for lost time tonight."
"He made you agree to not touch me?" Hiccup asked, a little surprised his father had done such a thing and thankful…if only he was still alive then THAT treaty would still be in effect. "Ah…well what if we wrote a new treaty and I ah…maybe train some domestic dragons for you? You know, ones to help rather than fight?"
"My Screaming Death is fine enough," Alvin purred.
Hiccup gave a nervous laugh. "Oh yeah…forgot about him. Ah…is there something else I can help you with?"
One large hand cupped the young chief's rear and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Five years…even this developed. Not so bony anymore. Has anyone been playing with it? Other than that pretty little girlfriend of yours?"
Hiccup swallowed. He wasn't going to answer.
It didn't matter to Alvin. He rubbed his hand over the round globe enjoying the way in fit in his hand where five years ago it would have been too small. Five years is a long time to wait to be with the one you desired. Alvin had fantasied about having his way with Hiccup for a number of years now. Truth be told it had started the moment he first saw Hiccup riding his Nightfury. First there was fascination and then greed because he wanted what the boy had, dragons under his command, but then it became more, especially after they rode together on the Nightfury. Yes, he towered over Hiccup, he could break Hiccup in two without too much force but the boy was stronger than him in so many other ways. He had power over dragons and Alvin wanted it and to have it he had to have Hiccup. For him this was not an issue of rape but control. He may have agreed to not raise an army of dragons but that didn't mean Hiccup couldn't and to battle dragons they needed dragons so Alvin needed Hiccup and regardless what Hiccup thought he needed Alvin as well, he just didn't know it yet. Manipulation was an art form and not one to be taken lightly.
The boy was trembling slightly. "Shh…don't call out for your dragon or help and I'll follow every word on that treaty. You never know, lad, you might enjoy this. Your father used to."
A low, animalistic growl rumbled through Hiccup. "Don't talk about my father like that. He would never…"
"What? Bugger another man? You and I both know what he and Gobber used to be up to. Every young man experiments, Hiccup, your father was no different than the rest of us. Now stop stalling. The faster we start the faster I'll leave." That wasn't exactly true but it wasn't meant to be. He planned on staying right until morning and have Hiccup give him a proper send off. He took Hiccup by the arm and pulled him toward his father's old room.
"What are you doing? No!" Hiccup objected only to be thrown on the large dusty bed. It had been months since he was in this room and not even his mother would enter it for fear of awakening old ghosts.
"I've seen your bed, lad. It made hold you but it'll never handle what we're about to do," Alvin responded as he began dropping his armor on the floor. "Now start undressing or your mouth is getting my first load."
The boy was still in quite a bit of shock. For a moment he could only stare at the man, completely flabbergasted by what was going on and feeling as if he was trapped in some horrid nightmare that he couldn't awake from. His father's room was dark but it still felt like his presence was still there, watching him, condemning him for letting this happen and so Hiccup sat frozen on the bed, barely able to make out Alvin's form in the dim light coming from the kitchen. With numb fingers he removed the leather armor on his chest until he was only in his tunic and pants.
"I'd rather keep my clothes on if it's all the same with you," he said, finding his courage once more.
Alvin tut-tutted. "That wasn't our arrangement, lad. I gave you a command and you are to follow it."
"Yes…but that wasn't really agreed upon. You tricked me."
"Rule number one about being a chief, Hiccup, read everything given to you with a fine tooth comb even if you wrote it," Alvin purred.
The bed dipped as the large man climbed on, moving like some big cat up the length of it as if he could see in the dark when Hiccup could not. "And since you refuse to do as told I get to punish you."
"Punish me? That wasn't in the treaty."
"It's implied under the follow commands section." He reached for Hiccup's left leg and then, before Hiccup had a chance to realize what was going on, his prosthetic was removed and dumped over the side of the bed and the youth was pushed down onto the bed. "Don't need you trying to escape or using that as a weapon."
"Okay, look, I'm very comfortable with this. Isn't a peace treaty supposed to be for our mutual benefit not for you to get your jollies?"
"Was the last one mutual?" Alvin countered. "Did I get what I want, one night alone with you? No! I had to make do with him and I tell you, I'm not a bottom."
"Okay…that should have been on a need to know basis, as in I never ever needed to know that." Hiccup absently wondered if there was such a thing as brain bleach that would erase that particular image from his mind.
Alvin only chuckled and began groping Hiccup's crotch. "Oh, I can tell you many things about your old man you don't want to know."
"Please don't."
"He gave head as good as he took."
"Oh gods! Please stop," Hiccup begged, covering his ears, feeling them more important than the gentle touches to his neither region but Alvin was never one to stop when he got going on some rant.
The large man opened Hiccup's still clothed legs wider and began nuzzling his crotch, breathing moist hot hair against the slight bulge to awaken Hiccup's manhood. "He liked toys, big toys. Not just for himself but his partners as well. I'm sure Gobber and your mother must have stories." He traced Hiccup's bulge with his tongue.
Hiccup pressed his hands harder against his ears, trying desperately not to hear a word being spoken and no longer paying any attention to his body's responses to Alvin's teasing. His mind swam, his head ached and the pounding of his blood was all he wanted to hear.
"He always wanted to top. I had to really manhandle him to get him to be bottom. Your mother though…all she ever had to say was she wanted to ride his dragon and he'd lay still and let her do what she wanted. Hear tell that's how you came about. She tamed his dragon just like you're going to tame mine."
The boy didn't hear him, didn't give a damn what he said now and didn't even notice when the ties to his trousers were undone and prick gently pulled out.
"Oh…now his was not nearly as pretty as this," Alvin cooed, inspecting his prize while Hiccup continued to hum to himself and not pay attention. His dark eyes rolled up to the boy in amusement. The boy had always been amusing with his quips and quick wit but even he couldn't escape a binding contract like a peace treaty. Before the night was over Hiccup would be riding him and taming a whole new species of dragon.
While watching Hiccup face he gave the young chief's length and experimental lick along the underside, focusing his attention on the largest vein before pulling down the foreskin to like the head where a little pearly dollop of precum had already formed from all the groping. There was no reaction, as if the boy had put up such a wall that gentle touches would not break through. Well that was okay, Alvin was not known as a gentle man. He swallowed Hiccup's semi-hard cock deep into his throat and gave a hard suck and it was like hitting the boy with the full force of a Gronkle in the stomach. Hiccup gave a cry, his hands falling away from his ears and eyes opening wide in shock, his hips bucking forward of their own accord.
"What are you… No, stop! That's not yours…I mean," Hiccup babbled in a panic, desperately trying to shove Alvin's head away from his privates only to be bitten. He gave another yowl only to have a large filthy hand slap over his mouth and silence him.
"What did I tell you? You're to keep quiet and NOT call out for help," Alvin hissed in Hiccup's ear, his large belly pressing into Hiccup far smaller one. They waited, both staying still, Alvin's hand muffling Hiccup's voice as they listened to see in any man or dragon had heard the boy. When no one came charging into the hut Alvin moved his hand. "One more sound and I'll throw open that window and let out a flare for my men then as they murder every last man, woman and child in this forsaken village I'll fuck you to their screams, do I make myself clear?"
Hiccup only glared at him.
"Then once I'm done with you I'll do the same to your little Astrid AND your mother."
It couldn't be seen in the darkness but Hiccup grew very pale at that moment. Both women were accomplished warriors but he wasn't dumb enough not to understand what would happen to them if either were captured.
"Good boy," Alvin purred once more in that chilling seductive voice. "Now do away with the remainder of your clothing so I can get a good look at you."
Reluctantly Hiccup did as he was told. He pulled off his tunic then wiggled out of his trousers and underpants, feeling horribly exposed and praying that Toothless would come charging in at any moment. Where was that stupid dragon when he needed him?
Alvin didn't so much as get a good look at him as much as a good feel. His big fat sausage fingers ran over every inch of Hiccup starting from his stump and working their way to Hiccup's good leg. He was surprisingly gentle, his finger kneading tense muscles and working down until he reached Hiccup's foot. There he stopped and did something no one else had ever done and suckled his toes, his thick tongue working between each and lathering them with saliva and making them curl as jolts of pleasure rocked up Hiccup's leg to his groin.
"Oh gods!" Hiccup whimpered not sure what to think.
"See, Hiccup, this new arrangement can benefit us both," Alvin cooed as he lowered Hiccup's leg back to the bed and peppered kisses and small nips up his leg, avoiding the boy's ever growing erection to press dry cracked lips to tone belly that trail of auburn hair like a sign to Hiccup's neither region. This wasn't going to be rape, he reminded himself, slowly down whenever he felt he might lose control and screw the lad blindly. Oh no, he was going to make Hiccup want him and beg for everything Alvin could give him. He was going to make the boy wiggle and squirm and cry for him. Hiccup would be his, the boy just didn't yet realize it. And once Hiccup was his then so would be Berk and all his dragons.
Hiccup was panting and shaking when Alvin finally leaned him, having spread a trail of kissed and licks up the length of his slim body. "How?" the boy asked, his voice shaking as his body betrayed him. "So far you're the only one I see benefitting from this."
Alvin stroked his cheek lovingly. "I'm going to exercise the ghost still haunting this room. I'm going to free you from him. No more condemning yourself for not being like him, of being afraid of never meeting such high expectations. No more being afraid of what you truly are."
"I'm not…"
"You're comparing yourself to a ghost, to man who was great but is gone. You're not Stoick the Vast you are Hiccup, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third and you will be much greater than him but finally learning exactly who you are and what you want…what you really want." He kissed Hiccup's chin and gave him a moment to pounder his words.
"I don't understand," Hiccup whispered, as if the dark had ears and someone might be listening. "You said…"
"I say a lot of things." Alvin pressed his teeth against Hiccup's Adam's apple and bit down, not hard but enough for the boy to arch his neck and give him better access even if that was not his intent. "But I am doing this for your own wellbeing. A chief haunted by the previous will never find their own feet and always second guess himself." He pressed his lips to Hiccup's forehead then down to his nose. "Stop being the little boy, Stoick's little runt and be a man. Take joy in this room. Make it yours and cover it with your scent, your seed."
If anything the kid look even more confused but Alvin didn't stop touching him, keeping each caress soft and caring, to keep him calm and appear nonthreatening. He kept his voice as gentle as his touch, letting Hiccup feel him and not be frightened.
"But," Hiccup began only to be hushed by Alvin's thumb over his lips.
"No buts, lad. It's time to break this bed in."
Hiccup took a moment to catch his breath, his hands on Alvin's shoulders to stop him. "So if I do this you swear you'll stay away from Astrid and my mother? You'll sign an agreement if I set it before you?"
Alvin rolled his eyes. Leave it to this boy to try and pull a last minute deal. "Yes, I'll leave your little wench alone. As for your mother…I swear not to take her against her will. If her and I decide…"
"No, no, no! I don't want to even imagine that!" Hiccup cried out, covering his ears again.
It was sort of adorable in a childish way. Hiccup was a man now, he shouldn't be offended by someone other than his father taking an interest in his mother. She was available now and very beautiful. But she wasn't the one Alvin was really interested in.
"I want you on your hands and knees, boy," he growled, his arousal becoming a painful thing. He needed relief and if Hiccup didn't hurry he was going to be swallowing Alvin's thick meat. Either way the boy was getting filled. He flipped the boy onto his belly when Hiccup didn't do as he was told right away. "You best get a good grip on that headboard, lad. I can't promise just how gentle I'm going to be once I'm in."
Lubricant wasn't something Alvin normally carried with him. He had planned on making Hiccup give him a good old fashion blow job to make him slick but that didn't exactly happen and he knew he'd loss it that moment that snappy little mouth wrapped around his length so instead he slipped three fingers into the young man's mouth.
"Get them go and wet, Hiccup. We need at least a little lube for this. I don't think you can handle it dry." He might loss it if he didn't stuff the boy right away and Hiccup really wasn't very good at following orders. He fiddled with Hiccup's tongue for a very short time until his fingers were moist, even if only a little then spread it over his aching erection. He tugged a few times, drying precum and smearing it over his length until it glistened. He didn't take as much time as he should have prepping Hiccup. He only managed two thick fingers in his tight channel before he could wait no more. Five years was an awful long time to wait for a young lover.
He held Hiccup's narrow hip in one hand while he guided his length to that sweet little hole that had been calling to him for so long. He smeared a little precum over the puckered ring. "Take a deep breath then exhale slowly and stay relaxed. This will only hurt for a few minutes." He waited until Hiccup did as he was told before slowly pushing in. Oh, this lad was indeed a virgin. Alvin shuddered as he pushed in, groaning softly at the way Hiccup's muscles tightened and rippled around him. He was only in an inch and he already filled he might blow his load.
Hiccup whimpered beneath him and held the wooden headboard tightly, his fingernails digging into it.
Alvin ran a comforting hand down the boy's spine. "Just relax, pet. We're just getting started." He pulled out then pushing back in. In and out, slow and steady, working Hiccup's muscles until he finally fit his impressive twelve and an half inches into the boy's core, stretching him and even tearing him despite taking it slow. His right hand snaked around Hiccup to feel the boy's belly, grinning at the tight little bulge protruding from it. "There we go, nice and snug." He shuddered slightly, thrilled by the tightness gripping him. He had been denied this for far too long.
Hiccup whimpered again as he clung to the headboard. "It's too big," he cried.
"Nonsense, every boy desires a big cock in their tight little ass at least once. Now calm down, deep breaths. We'll both loss our loads before either of us have any fun. Breath, Hiccup. That's it. Wiggle your bottom, get a feel for it. Don't be afraid to tell me if you feel a jolt of pleasure, it's a good thing, that's what you want to feel. There we go, that's a good boy. We have a dragon that needs training, Hiccup, and only our great dragon trainer can do that."
The moment Hiccup began to move was the moment things really took shape. Alvin didn't do anything at first. He wanted Hiccup to feel as if he had some level of power in the situation and forget he was the victim. Slowly the boy began to relax and his tight channel slowly released it's strangle like hold on Alvin's cock. Hiccup would inhale sharply depending how he moved, an obviously sign that Alvin's hard length had rubbed against his prostrate. Alvin grabbed the boy's hips once more to still him.
"There?" he asked, waiting for Hiccup to confirm. The boy gave a small nod and pitiful mew of need. He was breaking. Smirking, Alvin took Hiccup's shoulder and pushed him down until his head was pressed to a pillow then rotating his hips until Hiccup jumped and gasped again. "Ah…perfect. Now hold tight, this first round is going to be quick. I'm not sure how much you'll benefit from it." He pulled out then slid back in, slow at first then picking up the pace as his need became overwhelming. "Five years, Hiccup. I've waited five damn years for this! Ngh…it was so worth it. You're so tight…so perfect." He was bucking harder, unable to control himself any longer. It was a sheer miracle that he had been able to keep it together so long. He didn't last more than a few minutes before spilling his load and slumping over the boy, still hard, cock pulsing with need but he needed a moment to catch his breath. He wasn't as young as he used to be and trying to be patient could be draining. He flopped onto his side and pulled Hiccup against him. "Your turn, lad. Either you're going to climb up and ride my dick or on my face so I can suck that pretty little prick of yours." He grinned widely. "Just remember one has teeth while the other is already slick and ready for you." He laid back, his head resting on the pillow next to Hiccup. "Of course you'll be in complete control either way." Honey dripped from his voice, a soft purr meant to comfort and assure Hiccup he was safe and in charge.
The boy was already confused and tender making him more susceptible to suggestion and going from threatening to sweet was something Alvin had perfected to get what he wanted out of people.
"Why can't I…er…you?" the boy asked innocently.
Alvin's brows crinkled with laughter. "Ah lad, if you were as big as your father perhaps but a weedy little thing like you can't fill me. You're meant to be filled. Now hop up like a good lad and decide what you want, my mouth or cock."
It took another few minutes of silent debate before Hiccup slowly got up and clambered over the older chief and settled over his groin, his tender little ass hovering just above Alvin's dripping length. His bright green eyes met Alvin's and the Outcast held that gaze, daring Hiccup to look away as he lowered himself on that hard thick cock. He only got an few inches in him before screwing his eyes shut and crying out.
"No, no, all of it. Your hungry ass wants it all. I'll give you some toys to help prepare you for next time," Alvin encouraged, groaning in delight as slowly, painfully slowly, Hiccup's greedy little ass swallowed his length until finally every bit of it was in the boy and Hiccup sat on his balls. "How does that feel, boy?"
"It's too big," Hiccup whimpered again.
"It wouldn't fit if it was too big. It's a perfect fit. That's what Stoick feared…that my cock would be a perfect fit and you'd want me as much as I want you." He rubbed Hiccup's bad leg softly. "He was always greedy that way, never liked sharing his favorite weapons." He let his words hang in the air so Hiccup could consider them. In many ways Hiccup's ability to tame dragons had made him a weapon for Berk. Whether he was a defender or a warrior didn't matter; if he told the dragons to kill they would do as he wished without question. "Come on, bounce, rock, do whatever makes you feel good. Cum on me, make ME scream with need."
Emerald eyes were searching, as if looking for some trick before thin narrow hands hesitantly braced on Alvin's big belly. Then, taking a deep breath, Hiccup began moving. It was obvious he had no clue what he was doing. He altered between bouncing and rocking, trying to find that sweet spot once more but completely on his own this time. Alvin only rubbed his large hands along the boy's thighs encouragingly. Oh, sweet Odin, this boy was absolutely perfect.
"That's it…that's right, lad. Squeeze your ass…harder, milk me when you rock. Ngh…ugh…bounce…harder, harder…" He reached behind the boy and slapped his ass, a good hard thwack that made the boy jump and tighten impossibly tight. It was a battle not to simply grab Hiccup's hips and slam up into him. Instead he took the boy's dripping manhood and began bumping it, making Hiccup thrust into his hand. They were both moaning and groaning by then and it took only a few firm twists and pulls before Hiccup was crying out his release as his seed shot out over Alvin's belly, his inner muscles clamping hard on Alvin's length. The large man rolled them over so that Hiccup was once more flat on his back. With a few good hard thrusts Alvin filled the boy once more.
It took three or four more times before he was able to empty his seed completely but he did promise Hiccup an all night event and he showed Hiccup the best positions to take a lover, be it male or female. On a side note to himself, Alvin decided to only take half the dose of herbs his mother recommended for a night of hot and hard sex with a boy more than half his age. He was sure both he and Hiccup had friction burn in places that would sting for days to come. But he accomplished what he had come for.
Neither had very much sleep that night and when morning came and it was time for Alvin to leave he awoke Hiccup to deep fingering and blowjob that left a wonderful taste in Alvin's mouth to remember the youth boy by until his next visit. He also kept his promise, not that Hiccup really remembered what that was.
"Don't open this until you're home and by yourself," Alvin instructed, tapping the lid of the wooden box. "And I expect you to follow the instructions to the letter."
Hiccup was still taken back by what had transpired the night before and wasn't quite sure of where he stood in this situation. He felt like a victim in many ways yet oddly empowered at the same time. His mind was a mess of confusion and so he could only stare at the box in his arms. "Okay," he agreed.
"I'll be back in a few months…maybe sooner."
"I'll be here."
Alvin nodded and patted the youth on the shoulder as if nothing had happened the night before and they were merely saying a normal goodbye. "Remember, follow the directions and if you have a problem come a visit me and I'll give better…instruction."
The boy nodded before blinking and realizing what the man had said. "Ah…yeah, okay, but I'm sure I can handle it."
Alvin only chuckled and stepped onto his ship. "We'll see."
Once the ships were gone Hiccup slowly made his way back to his hut, planning to shove the box in the corner and forget it all together. Whatever Alvin had given him he was pretty sure he didn't want it. He didn't think of it again until late that night when curiosity got the best of him. He should have left the box alone.
Inside was a folded letter.
Hiccup,
I made these for you when you were a boy but I'm sure they'll still do the job. I want you to use these to help loosen you muscles. Use them every night before bed. I like my boys tight but if I just gave this then you need practise. The dildos are for playing, the beads of for any time. I suggest keeping them in a few days before our next visit. I'll be expecting to see them when next we meet and being able to pull them out of you myself. For best result I suggest riding your dragon with them or one of the smaller dildos in you.
Enjoy, Alvin
Wrapped in a roll of leather were six different sized penis shaped dildos carved out of ivory and two roll of beads starting from small to large with a little ring at the end.
"No way," Hiccup breathed in shock. He went to put the lid back on but paused and stared at them. They looked huge. There was no way such things could ever fit in him. Could they? He gave a shudder and closed the box. That would be something to think about later. Maybe. He wasn't sure. His stomach knotted. It was too soon to even take Alvin's note seriously. These "toys" would wait until he came to terms with what had happened with the Outcast and if he was willing to allow it to happen again. It wasn't really rape when he didn't fight to save the ones he loved and then did most of the work himself, was it?