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/rent boy 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 4
After a long morning of work. A far longer than expected morning. Of Finally getting all the paper work he had to do out of the way, Haddock finally found himself being able to pay full attention to his young companion. By the time he'd finished his paper work they'd swopped Tintin's plug several times. Tintin having at one stage come over one of the pages he'd been working on resulting in the need to work on a copy of that page which took extra time. Though the sight of Tintin's head thrown back stretched around a plug. Haddocks finger gently probing and prodding at the ring of flesh wrapped around the black rubber plug watching him carefully makes it worth it. Of course that had resulted in a further spanking to Tintin's already abused backside.
Nestor's entered his study twice with the wanton little fox doing something that makes Haddock want to pound him. The first to deliver a message from his ship letting him know that they've already resupplied and left. Tintin at that moment having been straddling his chair arm rubbing himself against the slick supple leather the butt plug obviously moving with every motion of him rubbing against it.
The next to bring lunch. Tintin passed out over the same arm of the chair. His backside now taking on a more reddish purple hue, his cheeks red and wet from an obviously hard thrashing that he's practically been begging for since the last one. The look of serene happiness on his flushed wet face belying the fact that he's obviously been punished. Lunch comes with an ice pack. Which once Haddocks moved the clingy boy to rest on the couch on his stomach. He places with a great amount of sadistic pleasure onto Tintin's steaming backside. Watching Tintin jump about a foot in the air clawing at the furniture and shouting such profanities that would even make him blush.
Haddock wondered briefly what would it take to get a reaction out of Nestor. The stony expression and perfect posture giving nothing away. Leaving several orders with him before he left with the lunch tray regarding the afternoons activities, Haddock quickly got through the remainder of his work as Tintin finally seemed to have been warn out.
By the end of the day he'd spent far more time than he normally would at work as Tintin Created such a distraction. Though he couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed himself at work so much.
It was getting toward early/mid-afternoon when he'd finally finished his work. Tintin had been asleep on the couch, the largest of the plugs seated within him finally having settled down. Haddock left to make sure that all preparations were in order. Preferring the intimate setting of his bedroom for this than the bottom of a dusty basement he hadn't been in for years. Thinking he really should have gotten his life organised before he went looking for someone to take his mind off his own troubles with.
Haddock disappeared into the bedroom to make certain that all was set. His room placed on the 2nd floor would make certain that no one walking by would see in. Not that he cared. Opening the window to allow for fresh air and light to enter, The leather padded bench that he'd instructed Nestor to bring in placed perfectly so as to catch the light, deciding that he'd much prefer to be able to see Tintin in all his glory than hidden in a dark place just for mood.
Bringing his sea trunk with him. Making certain that everything should be where he wanted it. Having done this once before but so long ago he was having difficulty remembering with whom. Waking Tintin with a gentle nudge. Sending him off for another clean up before heading back to the Bedroom testing the bonds on the bench slipping out of his shirt trousers and boots. Deciding that he didn't need to be clothed to show the lad who's boss.
Tintin managed to clean up and appeared in what even Haddock would state as record time. Pulling Tintin close to him fingers running down his back to his crack to see if the plug was placed back in working the plug out of him before replacing it with his fingers pleased to find him properly stretched "you feel so hot lad… going to love slipping the rest of this hand into you." He whispered into Tintin's ear, lips brushing against it moving toward the bench. Having installed stirrups into it specifically for this kind of play
"Alright lad. I'm gonna strap you in and you wont be able to move. The only thing you'll have to think of is my fist up your arse. If you feel like you want to slow down just say yellow. If you want it to stop safe word. I want to make sure you come at least twice tonight so cum when and if you need to Tintin. Alright?" Tintin found it hard to breath hearing that. Of all the men he'd slept with as a rent boy It was the first time he'd actually been of the impression that someone may actually care for him. Looking down at the hand that was wrapped around his waist feeling the fingers slipping into him like that "Please sir…" was all he could really manage even though his mind was racing with things he wanted to say.
Haddock gently pushed him toward the bench, placing him on his back wanting to watch his face. Pulling a low stool down to the end of the table before standing up to pull the lads legs into the stirrups, the light filtering through the window making Tintin's skin almost glow a golden glow that he couldn't quite work out how he could be so utterly perfect.
Leaning forward placing each of the boys hands into fleece lined cuffs, while firmly devouring his mouth growling in a low gruff tone as he devoured Tintin's mouth hungrily claiming it for himself. If it weren't for the powers that ran the establishment from which he'd rented Tintin and the penalties therefore he'd have decided to steel him away for himself. Each freckle seeming to glow in the brightness of the room.
Moving away to place his feet in stirrups, pulling his legs apart as far as he could manage to do so, before clipping them into place. Moving away for a moment to place some gentle music on in the background wondering about perhaps one day if Tintin would stay. Putting on a piece of music and beating Tintin to the rhythm of it, the boy seeming to enjoy pain to the extent of craving it. Wondering if Tintin would trust him enough to do it.
Walking to the bathroom to scrub his hands looking out the door at Tintin who's head was raised trying to watch him, snickering at the slightly taken aback look on his face at being caught watching him, moving in again before grabbing the large tub of lubricant he'd chosen ,making certain that Tintin was comfortable making sure that he could at least see his face past his cock before gently probing at his entrance with two fingers making certain that everything was alright after having removed the largest of his butt plugs..
"Feel alright lad?" Judging by the low moan and the way that he arched, he'd have to guess that he was more than alright. Fingers rotating and scissoring gently moving in and out adding more lubricant to it, adding 3 large fingers starting to finally feel some resistance "Relax why don't you lad. " free hand moving over the marks he'd left before, feeling Tintin relax into his fingers moaning softly.
Slowly probing deeply with all three his fingers, hand soothing and caressing him, feeling somewhat smug with regard to the way that he's starting to try and buck into the air "Stay still or I'll be forced to take drastic measures." Teased Haddock slipping his finger in deeper crooking them against his prostate smirking "GREAT SNAKES….please sir…please please please more. MORE" Haddock swallowed suddenly very glad he opted for being naked or his trousers would have been forced to explode to accommodate him. "Patience little one. Don't want to hurt you. And if you buck I might just do that. Stay still Or I'll take it out of your arse when you're able to sit again" Tintin made a keening noise trying to stay still.
Gently pressing in a 4th finger adding extra lube, probing and prodding into him feeling his fingers engulfed by Tintin's heat. Fingers mimicking the movements that he was starting to wish his cock could be doing. The movements slowly as he finally judges that he can slip his thumb in, folding it in with the remainder of his fingers.
The plug that had been inserted to open Tintin earlier is hardly the side of his fingers. He's aware of it. Not forcing his fingers in but gently rocking them forward and back, using his free hand to push tintins cheeks apart, very gently scissoring his fingers within him. Having sat up in his chair so that he could watch Tintin's face and reactions. Having expected his erection to subside. But the bright red rod before his face, in direct line with Tintins face, twitches with every move and stretching of his fingers.
Haddock knows he's a large burly man. Watching his knuckles sink just past Tintin's ring shocks him enough to move his fingers out as if not having expected them to even get this far. Looking up at Tintin's face to make sure that he's not hurt him, He's half expected him to orgasm already but he seems to be waiting for something.
Haddock pushing his hand forward again adding more lube to the point its dripping onto the carpet, thumb still wrapped under his fingers, forcing there way in again. The slow slide and the stretch of Tintin's ring around his hand almost unbelievable. Half expecting something unpleasant to give. Half expecting to hear Tintin beg for him to stop. The only sound being Tintin's laboured breaths and a long keening noise as his knuckles finally get passed his ring, his thumb finally making it into him.
Stilling in amazement at seeing his entire hand in Tintin. The look of his dark, tanned and scarred arm normally with a large bulky would NEVER fit into somewhere so tight. Gently uncurling his fingers. The wet volcanic heat around it almost too much. A desire to pull his hand out again just to make absolutely certain that its still attached, but moves forward pushing his hand in stopping to pull it out.
Looking up into Tintin's face, grinning at the utterly satisfied look on his face that could only be mirrored in his own. Fisting his hand again moving it in more solid movements glad that he's enjoying it this much. His free hand snaking up to massage Tintin's purpling balls wrapping around his hot shaft, Squeezing it stroking it.
"I want to see you cum with my hand rooted up your arse slut. And I want to hear it!" He growls knowing Tintin's probably been holding back for his order even though he's been given permission. Silently wondering what's going on in that head. But it seems to be the magic word that Tintin's been waiting for. Throwing his head back Screaming loudly enough to spread myths about the return of a banshee to the area. Before taking another breath The next word shocking both himself and Tintin, as Tintin screamed "Master" at the top of his lungs.
Holding back a yelp as he feels Tintin Clench violently around his arm his cock unable to stop itself spraying the carpet beneath him as if his arm were an extension of his cock. His orgasm rocketing through him. The word master combined with the sensation of the wet velvet heat around his arm Bending down and biting down firmly on Tintin's inner thigh watching the last droplet of cum fall from Tintin's cock not wanting to admit to the fact that he'd just cum like a school boy. Hoping he was too out of it to notice. Wondering without really wondering what Nestor was going to do to him after finding the mess but more concentrating on the face of a winded and passed out Tintin.
Gently pulling his hand out, watching his fingers reappear in the coolish air, wanting to sink them back in but deciding against it. Wiping his hands off on a towel he'd already prepared before cleaning up around him. Gently unclipping Tintin from his bonds, pulling him from them wiping and cleaning him with the towel before deciding that a bath would probably be in order. Gently carrying the still passed out Tintin to it. Surprised to find the bath drawn. A deep desire to see too and take care of the lad leading him into a warm bath, his hands worshipping Tintin's body wishing he were awake for this settling for holding him close after getting to bed wanting to keep him. Feeling a deep seated love that made him nervous to admit to himself but not willing to deny it either.
Tintin awoke feeling pleasantly refreshed a deep ache with in him making everything almost perfect. The warm bulk of heat besides him making it utterly perfect. His mind for once feeling at peace with itself. The normal raging screaming lust for adventure finally silenced enough to allow him a moment to stop and be at peace with himself. Looking over at Haddock a small smile on his face, stroking his hand as he watched him sleeping. The room now darker than he remembered it. Remembering the feel of that fist in him. Consuming him claiming him as his. His mind suddenly stopping remembering something he'd said…the 1 word that he'd never said to anyone he'd ever slept with.
Sitting up with a wince he looked down at Haddock with a dawning horror. He'd called him master. He wanted to get up and run out the room , out into the street and just disappear. How could he have said that to a man he barely knew…he didn't even know his first name. Suddenly wanting the mad whirling desire for adventure in his thoughts back. Wanting to escape and not be tied down. Feeling Haddock roll over and wrap his arm around him, the same hand that had been inside of him wrapping firmly around him grounding him , making him feel loved. He had to admit it. He was in deep trouble and this time he wasn't even sure he wanted to escape.