So just what else is in that bag, hmmmm?
…
Opening his eyes, he found Haddock gazing upon him with a mixture of love, admiration and slight astonishment.
"Looks like you enjoyed that little adventure as well, laddie."
Tintin grinned. "Very much so, Archie! What are those called? And will you do them again?"
The Captain laughed. "They're called anal beads, my boy. And yes, we can do it again. But I've still got some other delights in this bag of tricks here you might like just as much, if not more."
"Oh, yes Ma Cheri amore, please!" Tintin exclaimed, sitting up and watching with interest as the older man once more dug around into the bag.
He tilted his head as three objects, similar in shape, yet each one different in width and length was set out between them. They were triangular, with a narrower ring just before a thicker base. Another object, this one just a round ring, fell out of the bag as well.
"What's this Archie?" he asked, picking it up and twirling it around his finger.
"Ah, that lad, is something to help keep a person stimulated longer than normal, keeps the blood inside a man, keeping his cock harder. Can last a lot longer." He pulled a few more of them out, including one that looked like three rings together.
Tintin shrugged, not sure how that worked. "And these?" he asked, pointing to the first three objects.
"Now those, my little love, I know you're going to like. I must say, I'm very pleased how much you liked havin' the beads used on you, especially how you had no trouble accepting even the widest one. Wasn't sure – this being your first time and all – how'd you do, or even if you'd like it." Haddock answered, his eyes searching Tintin's face.
Grinning back, the younger man nodded enthusiastically. "I liked having them pushed into me, stretching me further and further. And the feel of them inside, Mon Dieu, it was…heavenly. And when they were pulled out, and then pushed back in again…" He closed his eyes and shook his head in amazement.
Haddock smiled, a bright light shining from his eyes.
It took the older man a moment to begin speaking again, explaining the purpose of the three items. "These go inside of you, like the beads, but that narrow section at the end allows it to stay inside you. Plus, since they're all one piece, they can be moved inside of you, in a most delicious way."
"Ready to try them, my boy? The smaller one's just a little thinner than the thickest bead you had in you, so you shouldn't have any trouble. We'll work up to the other two." the Captain inquired.
Tintin answered by falling back, raising his legs and spreading them wide, a full grin on his face.
Haddock grinned back and extended his hand, grabbing the younger man and hauling him up. "Let's try a different position, hmmm?"
Guided by the older man, he soon found himself on hands and knees. The robe he still wore was folded up over his back, exposing his buttocks.
For a long moment, Tintin felt his friend caressing and fondling his firm rump, even placing a kiss or two on the rounded flesh.
His ears caught the snapping sound of the lubrication bottle being opened, then closed. After another moment, he felt his buttock being gently grasped, and then something touching and then stroking his opening. It was a bit cool and moist and Tintin knew it was the device.
Slowly it was inserted into him. Like the beads, at first he could barely feel it, but as it sank deeper within him his slightly sore anus widened further until he was experiencing both a nice stretched and full feeling.
Suddenly his sphincter muscle snapped tight around the smaller ring. It was completely inside him. Tintin moaned and tightened his inner muscles around this new and exciting stimulation.
At first the Captain just let it sit within him, letting get used to it. Then slowly and most delightfully the older man began to move it around a bit, pressing up and down and then sideways and even in a circle. Tintin responded by rounding his back, fingers gripping the blanket. His hips rocked back and forth a bit.
Just as he was beginning to think the sensations were nice, but not too much different from the beads when Haddock pressed it against him in a certain way, hitting a certain spot that he'd never knew even existed.
His breath hissed inside him with a sudden gasp as he sat up and arched back, his head almost whiplashing as it tilted back. His eyes rolled back as well, and he was sure his toes curled. Several utterances of pleasure echoed about the room.
And then it was over as the Captain eased the pressure off of whatever spot he had hit. Tintin wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, even though he had returned to a crouching position, breath panting in and out of him.
The Captain pressed that spot a few more times and then pulled the gadget out. And then pushed it back in and was once more applying it in those delicious manners.
Over and over the device was removed from him only to be inserted back in and over and over he was treated to that most incredible, absolutely amazing, completely outstanding ecstasy he'd ever experienced.
And then he heard Haddock ask if he would like to try the next size. Great snakes, would he ever!
He moaned long and loud as the larger device pushed deep into him. Again it was moved around inside him, pulled out and pushed back in. Once he was thoroughly initiated into the delights of the middle tool stretching him out even further and filling him even fuller, than his friend inquired if Tintin would be willing to try the largest one.
He was a bit sore, and his little hole was burning from all the unaccustomed activity it had been subjected to, but there was no way he was going to say no.
"Oh…please Archie. This is so good, so wonderful. You were so right, I like this very much. I never knew that anything like this could feel so remarkable. I always thought sex was just…well, other parts. Who knew that this area could feel so…unbelievably…amazing?"
"Oh my love, my little heart, my angel of a boy, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that." The older man whispered, his voice full of emotion.
Tintin purred in response, shifting a little in anticipation.
"Are ya doin' okay there, on your hands and knees, lad? We can turn ya around if ya'd like."
He could have been kneeling on glass for all he cared, considering that all his attention had been given to what his rear end was experiencing. But now that the Captain had mentioned it, his arms and legs were a bit shaky.
"Ok, Mon Capitan. Do you think I can take off this robe, it's getting a bit warm?" Tintin inquired, not sure why the older man had allowed it to stay on for so long.
"Aye lad, here, let me take it off of you." Responded Haddock, his hands brushing gently down Tintin's shoulders, arms and back as he gently removed the garment.
Turning over to once more lie on his back, he noted with somewhat concerned interest that the older man had his very erect shaft and swollen testicles threaded into the three-ringed contraption. It really did not look very comfortable.
Seeing Tintin's look of unease, the Captain smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry lad, like I said, it keeps the blood inside, making the erection last longer. Trust me on this. I want to be pleasuring you right now. Time for me…later."
Sparing his friend's groin one last look of consternation, Tintin lay fully back, once again spreading his legs and lifting them up until his feet were flat on the mattress. Glancing down as he felt Haddock grab hold of his thighs and raise them furhter, he watched as the man positioned them so the lower legs were resting over his friend's shoulders.
"There ya go, my boy. Help ease the strain and allow better access."
As he had glanced down, he was somewhat surprised to note that although he was certainly aroused, he really didn't feel any great urgency in reaching completion. His stimulation had been centered elsewhere and besides, he'd climaxed how many times since this morning – three, four? Certainly he had done so more in one day – and now night - than when he'd been attaining puberty. He could still recall the strange yet wondrous sensations that had coursed through him, but wasn't sure if having nightly wet dreams had really been that wonderful. One could wash sheets only so much.
Not that he wanted never to reach orgasm again, but he really wanted to concentrate on the new and wondrous delights he was being introduced to. So he purposely tried to keep his thoughts away from certain areas of his body.
Closing his eyes and sighing as he felt gentle hands once more on his buttock, he lifted his hips up a bit and was rewarded with the now familiar but still enticing feeling of something pressing gently against him.
Tintin groaned as the third and largest device was slowly inserted into him. He was most certainly being stretched to the maximum, his anal muscles burning from the strain. And yet…the pain seemed to add to the pleasure. It gave him both a chill and a thrill. It answered the need within him that had sent him on dangerous adventure after dangerous adventure, knowing he might be injured, hurt, even killed.
He may be a most sensible, practical, even-keeled young man, never allowing his self to get flustered, staying calm in the face of all sorts of danger. But there was a part of him that craved that danger. Sought it out, hungered for it.
And so he rode the waves of pain and pleasure as they broke over him each time the tool was pulled out and pushed back in, moving around inside him and striking that spot over and over. All of it was making him cry out from the passion of it all.
Now he was fully aroused, now he was reaching for completion, now he was racing toward mind-numbing, teeth-gritting, fist-clenching climax.
Hips pumping up and down while the Captain timed the movements of the device to correspond with Tintin's rhythm soon had him practically screaming from the intensity.
As he heaved and surged from the urgency that was gripping him and he bucked and writhed from the elation emanating from the movements that his lover was rewarding him with, it wasn't long before his seed once more burst from him.
It took him quite a bit longer to recover as he lay there shaking and trembling, feeling the sweat trickling down him.
And that's when he realized a something - the Captain had not joined him in release.