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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      How_to_Train_Your_Dragon_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Snotlout/Hiccup/Tuffnut, Hiccup/Spitelout, possible_Hiccup/Twins
  Character:
      Hiccup, snotlout, tuffnut, Spitelout, ruffnut
  Additional Tags:
      Anal, blowjob, Threesome, Underage_-_Freeform, Forced_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-18 Completed: 2015-11-19 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 9932
****** Becoming a Friend or a Toy ******
by Jettara1
Summary
     Pre-Toothless
     Snotlout invited Hiccup to his new basement apartment as a truce to
     finally become friends but not is as it seems.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Becoming a Friend or a Toy
NOTE: Pre-Toothless, inspired by httyd artist szadek
Hiccup would never admit it but his heart was racing with excitement, fear and
maybe a little foreboding when he descended the stairs into Snotlout’s new
basement apartment. It used to be a cellar until his cousin bitched, whined and
complained to his parents that he needed his own space and that now that he was
eighteen he was technically a man and should have his own place. And wonder of
all wonders Spitelout had given him just that, his own space STILL in the
family hut. But Snotlout didn’t seem to care that he was still at home with his
parents. He was presently the oldest teen in Berk but honestly, he often acted
like the youngest. Nonetheless Hiccup was still surprised when his cousin who
normally didn’t even want to be in the same room with him, had come up to him
that evening to ask if he would be interested in a sleepover. The last time
they had a sleepover Hiccup was only four and Snotlout had beaten him up for
being afraid of the dark and wanting his Dad or Gobber to take him home. Yeah,
they didn’t have the best relationship. But Snotlout had also invited Tuffnut
who was nearly a full year younger than Hiccup so it didn’t feel so strange
hanging out with his older cousin who bested them both by over three years.
Even though Hiccup was the son of Chief Stoick the Vast and heir to the throne
of Berk – if in title only – Snotlout was presently the pride of Berk. Big and
tough and burly, already hunting dragons even if he had yet to kill one, he was
everything a Viking could want in a son. And Tuffnut, well he may have been
younger but one wouldn’t notice by his build. The two were best buds while
Hiccup…well Hiccup was an outsider fighting hard to fit in. He wasn’t big or
tough or had any muscles like them. He was small and lanky and well…not real
Viking material in anyone’s eyes. There was only one person he ever considered
a real friend and they were presently on the outs because said friend had had
an enormous growth spurt that out did all growth spurts. So when Snotlout
wandered up to the forge while Hiccup was hard at work helping Gobber he was a
little taken back by the offer to hang out.
“Look, my Dad said I could christen the place with a sleep over,” Snotlout
explained as if he were trying to talk to an exceptionally dimwitted child.
“But he said no girls so that leaves only you, Tuffnut and ‘Legs, and I am not
having that weirdo at my party, it’s bad enough I’m inviting you.”
“Then why are you inviting me?” Hiccup countered, confused.
“Duh, someone has to replace Dogsbreath and you’re the only other boy within a
decent age bracket.” The larger boy rolled his eyes. “Besides, you don’t talk
about dragons all flipping day and stats and that nonsense. I’m just looking
for someone to have a little fun with. You in or not?”
Gobber had nudged Hiccup from behind and even his father was beaming with pride
at the idea of the two cousins finally getting along. “Go for it, lad,” Gobber
encouraged. “You could use a little and a break away from this place. There’ll
still be work here for you in the morning.”
Hiccup so desperately wanted to be included in something, anything that the
moment he saw his father and mentor’s approval he nodded. He just wanted to be
like everyone else. So he went home, backed a roll and a change of socks and
headed to Snotlout’s as soon as night set in.
Snotlout’s room was huge, bigger than Hiccup’s. It took up the whole of the
basement and was decorated sparsely, consisting primarily of an oversize bed on
one side of the stairs, a desk and chair, and sitting area with throws and
cushions all hand made by his mother and not far from there a new hearth with a
chimney that connected to the hearth on the main floor so it was nice and
toasty warm, much more so than Hiccup’s room. A sting of envy hit Hiccup but he
made no comment other than to tell his cousin just how cool the room was.
He was nervous the entire first hour he was there, sitting with his legs
crossed on some blankets, his back ramrod straight and not even touching the
cushion behind him as he waited for the other shoe to fall, for Snotlout to say
this was all a joke and kick him out or for the wrong words to fall from his
mouth and anger the much larger boy as he often did.
“Would you relax,” Snotlout ordered as the small boy fidgeted and picked at his
dirty finger nails. Hiccup had changed his clothes before leaving the hut but
hadn’t taken the time to clean under his nails. “By Odin’s hairy balls, you’re
going to have a heart attack before we even get to the good stuff.”
“Sorry,” Hiccup muttered, folding his hands in his lap and trying to appear at
ease.
Snotlout rolled his eyes and handed Hiccup a tankard of honey mead from his
father best reserve. “Here, drink this. A couple of these ought to calm you
down.”
Tuffnut chuckled, grabbing a tankard for himself but watering it down a little
as his parents did when they let him and his sister drink with them. “Then we
can get to the real fun.”
“What fun?” Hiccup asked, feeling a little nervous about drinking the mead. It
was good mead, he knew that, not tainted or anything, but he only ever drank
with his Dad and Gobber and it was usually only a quarter the amount before
him, the rest watered down.
Snotlout shrugged and slumped back down in his seat with a tankard in his hand
as well. “It’s a size game,” he told Hiccup.
Hiccup hesitantly took a drink of the mead then wrinkled his nose and put it
aside for later. “What time of size game?” he asked, mildly curious. If they
were talking about body size then Snotlout had already won hands down.
“Cock size.”
“Uh?” Hiccup blinked. Okay, he’d only had one mouthful of mead so he knew he
wasn’t drunk yet.
Tuffnut chuckled and sat on a cushion next to Hiccup. “He said ‘cock size’.
What, you never play that before?”
“Uh…no,” the young heir said quickly. “It’s not particularly something I’m
interested in.”
Snotlout gave a snort. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never checked out a
man’s length when in the wash house.”
Hiccup flushed slightly. “Well…”
“You’ve seen your Dad’s dick haven’t you or Gobber’s?”
The brunette rubbed the back of his neck. “I suppose.”
“Ever touch one?” Tuffnut asked, shuffling a little closer.
“No,” Hiccup answered quickly.
“So you’ve seen a Viking cock,” Snotlout pointed out, glaring at Tuffnut as the
blonde shuffled a little closer to obviously too innocent cousin.
“Well yeah, I’ve seen a few pricks, what’s the point,” Hiccup grumbled,
immediately taking a nothing swig of his mead to moisten his suddenly dry
throat.
Snotlout grinned and chugged back his own drink. He smacked his lips and wiped
them with the back of one bracer. “Well I want to see who’s bigger, you or
Tuffnut. He might be bigger built but you are older and son of Stoick the Vast.
You must have inherited some part of that vastness somewhere in the small body
of yours.”
Hiccup’s face turned bright pink and he chugged down some of the mead before
trying to answer. He was rather proud of his manhood, it seemed to be the only
part of him that had grown since he was twelve. “Okay…and what does the winner
get?”
Tuffnut grinned. “A blowjob from the loser.”
Hiccup’s face fell and he suddenly wasn’t so confident. He couldn’t imagine
Tuffnut’s head between his legs or vice versa. “What about a hand job?” he
asked, certain he could hand that in either case better than…well a mouth.
“Boring,” Snotlout groaned, looking up at the rafters and thankful his family
was gone hunting for the weekend.
“I’m in,” Tuffnut agreed to Hiccup terms with a bright smile. “But only if you
strip first.”
All joking aside Hiccup wasn’t really into what the others were asking of him.
He tried finding an excuse but couldn’t seem to form the words. The other two
were watching him, eyes glistening and taunt on their lips and Hiccup knew if
he didn’t go along with them that he may never be included in anything ever
again. Snotlout was pretty much the leader of the teens and Hiccup was already
shunned by just about every one of them. Scratch that. Every single one of them
shunned him. This was his only chance to finally be part of the group.
Taking a deep breath he opened his pants.
“No, no, all of it,” Tuffnut insisted, his blue gaze expectant.
Hiccup glanced to Snotlout.
“All of it.”
And of course Hiccup froze right there. There was a look in Snotlout’s beady
little eyes that he didn’t like and Hiccup’s hands froze over the lacings of
his trousers. “Ah…okay, how about we all…er…strip down. Then you can measure
and we can all get dressed again, okay?”
Surprises of surprises both boys agreed and a bit of relief flooded into
Hiccup. He didn’t like showing his naked body to others. He was very self-
conscious because of his extremely small stature. Hell, Astrid and Ruffnut were
taller than him and they were girls, one only a few months older the same age
as her twin, Tuffnut. He didn’t pay much attention to the other boys as they
stripped away their clothing. He kept focused on himself, his back to his
cousin and the blonde until finally he was bare to the world. Pressing his
tunic to his chest in order to keep some form of decency, he took a deep breath
and turned around.
He should never have taken the bet. Snotlout he knew would be big, the guy was
like three years older than him and bragged about his manhood to any who would
listen. His prick was at least the length of Hiccup’s hand from middle finger
to wrist and fat…holy Thor it was fat but Tuffnut…Tuff was longer still by at
least an additional two inches and tapered, built like its owner, lean and hard
and exceptionally happy. And Hiccup…gods, he felt like he had a little boy’s
penis not suitable for anything but pissing.
His shoulders instantly fell along with his face. “I guess I owe you a hand
job,” he murmured, ready to get dressed again.
“Not so fast,” Snotlout soothed, taking the clothing from his younger cousin
and throwing them aside. “We’re only this big because we’re happy. Let’s see
how big we can make this little guy.” He groped at Hiccup’s neither region none
too gently, gently squeezing Hiccup’s testicles in one hand and rolling them
around.
Hiccup eeped and immediately stepped away from his cousin, his hand going down
to cover his privates. “I don’t think it wants to be touched,” he said quickly.
“Let him be, Snot,” Tuffnut crooned as he sat back on the cushion with his legs
open in welcome. “Besides, it’s me he lost the bet to. Come on, H. I’m sure a
few good pulls is all I need. We’ll be done quick,” he promised, patting a seat
next to him.
While jerking off Tuffnut didn’t necessarily sound promising it was far better
than Hiccup letting Snotlout touch him. He hesitantly sat next to the younger
boy and inspected the hard length that seemed to somehow be defying gravity. He
had never actually seen a man fully aroused before so seeing a teen younger
than him with such a hard on was a little intimidating.
“It’s not going to bite,” Tuffnut assured, guiding Hiccup’s left hand to his
swollen cock. “Just grab it down here, squeeze and pull up. Yeah, just like
that.” He let go of Hiccup’s hand and wrapped an arm around the smaller boy’s
shoulder to keep him from running off. “Oh, yeah, just like that. Daddy loves a
good firm grip.”
Hiccup’s brows furrowed in confusion at his words but he continued stroking him
intent on getting his job done as quickly as possible and get back to normal
sleepover things…or run for the nearest exit, he wasn’t quite sure which.
“Touch yourself, babe,” the blonde crooned, his grip on Hiccup’s shoulder
tightening as his cock quivered under Hiccup’s grip, a pearl of precum forming
on the tip as it peeked out of the foreskin. “Get hard for me, H.”
Hiccup had never had his name reduced to one letter before but it sounded so
much better than Hiccup so he did as Tuffnut requested and began touching his
length with his other hand. This wasn’t so bad and he did seem to have an
extraordinary effect on the taller boy. Tuffnut was panting and thrusting his
hips up in time with Hiccup’s strokes. Before Hiccup knew it the blonde let out
a grunt and semi-clear cum squirted all over his hand. It wasn’t any different
than when Hiccup brought himself to completion at night when fantasying about a
certain girl, except it was someone’s else’s shaft he was jerking not his own.
“Now that…that is worthy of a blow job,” Tuffnut panted as he looked down at
Hiccup with what could only be considered hunger.
“I just made you cum, I’m not licking it up,” Hiccup objected, offended that
after all his hard work he would have to go down on the blonde because that
just wasn’t happening.
Well, apparently Tuffnut agreed. Before Hiccup could do anything more than yelp
he was pushed off the cushions and onto his back with Tuffnut suddenly attached
to his dick. It was a frightening scenario and Hiccup could only stare in
horror before hitting the blonde over the head.
“Hey! Stop it! Get off…oh!” His eyes widened as a warm tongue bathed his length
and Tuffnut hummed. “Okay…uhm…what…why…” he mumbled. It felt like something was
coiling in his lower belly as hot as a Fireworm and just as deadly. His toes
curled and he feared he was losing his mind as well as his body. And then it
was over and Tuffnut was leaning over him with a lopsided grin, like the cat
that got the cream.
“Like that?” the blonde asked, licking his lips. “You’re all nice and hard now.
Sadly, still small.”
Hiccup looked at himself and when compared to Tuffnut and Snotlout, yeah, he
was still small. He couldn’t even remember why he had been so proud of his
length up to now. “Okay, we had our fun. I think it’s time for me to go home,”
he said, his face red and certain he no longer wanted to be part of this
ludicrous game.
“What, you going to coward away and tell your Daddy we play too rough?”
Snotlout crooned, glaring down at Hiccup and daring him to take off. “And here
I thought you wanted to be one of us, a tough little Viking afraid of nothing.
And one little bit of foreplay has you running for the hill. I bet Fishlegs
wouldn’t be running, but then he did grow up while you stayed a tiny,
insignificant, useless runt.”
Tears stung the corners of Hiccup’s eyes and his hands balled into fists but a
retort was far from reaching his lips.
“We finally found a use for you and you’re going to run instead of enjoy it?”
Tuffnut asked, looking a little hurt.
Hiccup knew he should have run. He should have left before it got this far but
the two had hit a nerve. He wasn’t useless. He wasn’t a coward. He was a
Haddock, a Horrendous Haddock and they never ran from anything. Besides, who
would ever believe him if he told them his cousin and Tuffnut had molested him?
In fact other than touching Tuffnut and the male twin taking his cock in his
mouth nothing bad had happened. He could very well be panicking for nothing and
this being a normal thing for Snotlout and his friends to do when together.
Taking a deep breath he calmed his racing heart.
“So if I stay and we…uh…touch each other you’ll include me in group
activities?” he asked timidly. He wanted so badly to just be one of the guys,
to be accepted that he was nearly ready to agree to anything. “I’ll be like you
guys?”
Snotlout eyed him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, sure. We’ll hang out
with you and everything but you have to be willing to do whatever we want,
right Tuff?”
The blonde’s head bobbed up and down excitedly. “Definitely. You do what we
want, when we want it and you’ll be like any other well deserving Viking.”
“But, you have to take it like a Viking. No crying or whining to the chief or
Gobber. Everything we do has to be sworn to secrecy,” Snotlout said firmly,
talking down to his cousin as if he were a tiny child. “Otherwise you might as
well stowaway on some ship and leave Berk because you’ll never get a second
chance to be one of us.”
Hiccup swallowed hard. “Will any of it hurt?”
A grin lit Snotlout’s face. “I don’t know. I guess you’re going to have to tell
us…I wouldn’t though, we might just throw you out if you can’t handle it.”
“Don’t worry, Hiccup,” Tuffnut purred, flicking his nipple. “Take it like a
Viking and you’ll be fine.”
Hiccup wasn’t quite sure WHAT he was supposed to take but he could pretty much
guess judging by their erections. Gobber often said he had a big mouth but
Hiccup was sure his mentor didn’t mean for it to come into this sort of use.
Was it really worth getting the others respect by doing this? His father would
certainly be against this but then Stoick the Vast would never have to stoop so
low to get respect. Everyone respected and adored him just not his runt of a
son.
He expected Snotlout to tell him to give him a hand job as he had Tuffnut or
worse, bend over and suck his fat cock but the older boy did neither of those
things. Instead he grabbed Hiccup’s legs and yanked him forward and almost off
the ground until the younger boy was practically on his head, his butt at face
level to Snotlout. Hiccup scrambled to find his balance as well as cover
himself up, still unsure of just how far he was willing to let this go. It felt
since when Tuffnut had suckled his prick for a moment but Snotlout? Snotlout
was bound to bite it off just to make him a unique and tease him more.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he felt the larger boy’s fingers flex
around his thighs as his legs dangled uncomfortably above his head.
“Tuff got the front, I get the back,” Snotlout joked, holding Hiccup up with
ease.
A hot wet tongue licked a sticky, mead smelling trail between Hiccup’s ass
cheeks, making the boy jerk and nearly lose his balance – not that he would
have gone very far, Snotlout’s grip was like iron and unbreakable.
“’Lout…what…what are you doing?” he asked, craning his neck to see what his
cousin was up to.
When Snotlout had come up with the plan for this little venture, he had
honestly never thought it would get this far. He had worked it out in his head,
plotted for weeks and discussed every little detail with Tuffnut before even
approaching Hiccup. He would have preferred if this was Astrid and they were
alone but the Gods could be cruel and nothing he did seemed to get a positive
response from the girl and he couldn’t hold his desire to fuck something in
anymore, even if that something turned out to be his dorky, idiotic little
cousin who was so desperate for positive attention he’d do just about anything.
It wasn’t like he could just take the kid anywhere at any time. The patrols
guarding against dragon attacks were one problem and the fact that until now he
didn’t have a nice private place to fuck Hiccup was another. And, as he
explained to his father the night he begged for his own space, if his parents
ever expected him to find a girl and settle down then he needed his own space.
It was sheer luck that he got this weekend to himself and didn’t have to attend
the family hunting trip. Now he could finally get some tail – yes, Hiccup’s but
that wasn’t the point – without worrying about someone walking in and catching
them in the act. And since he was so desperate to fuck someone he wanted to
make sure that someone would come back for more. So he took it nice and slow,
licking Hiccup obscenely clean ass – the kid must bath like every day to be
this squeaky clean – and teased the puckered ring, nipping at it every so often
just to hear Hiccup gasp.
His tongued poked a little harder at the ring, pressing the tip in a little
only for Hiccup to tighten around it making it near impossible. “Relax,” he
snapped, pulling back to glare down at the younger boy. “You want your hole
nice and sloppy when I go in.”
“I don’t want anything in my ass, thank you very much,” Hiccup shot back but he
didn’t pull away which in Snotlout’s eyes was as good as telling him to keep
going and that, yeah, he REALLY did want something nice and big shoved in him.
Snotlout always knew it, too. All these years so tiny and girly was because the
gods wanted him that way so someone like Snotlout could put him in his place.
The older boy looked to Tuffnut. “Hey, how about you come and hold his legs
while I open him up?” he suggested with a wink. “Maybe give him a lesson or two
about giving a proper BJ.”
Hiccup struggled a little but was easily overpowered just by his cousin holding
his legs and biting his inner thigh. “Guys…really I…”
“Here, this ought’a keep you quiet for a minute or two,” Tuffnut said, catching
the smaller boy’s head while Hiccup was objecting and slipping the tip of his
cock past his teeth before the heir could think to close his mouth. “Just keep
your jaw slack and give a little sucky-sucky while I give you a little sucky-
sucky.” He took Hiccup’s legs from Snotlout and put them over his shoulders so
that he was facing Hiccup’s barely awake little dick while he gently rocked his
own into the smaller boy’s hot wet mouth. He playfully nudged and suckled at
the small appendage, coaxing it to hardness while Snotlout worked on the boy’s
small tight hole.
“The key to a good fuck is a properly prepared hole,” Snotlout said, as if
lecturing both younger boys. He licked at the ring once more before hooking
both thumbs on the edges and pulling it open.
Hiccup gave a muffled cry below, his legs jerking and muscles automatically
tightening but the other boys ignored him and continued on with their tasks,
Tuffnut a little more eagerly as he felt his meat harden against Hiccup’s
tongue.
Snotlout gazed into the pink hole of his cousin’s anal channel with curiosity.
It was the first time he got a good look at anyone’s ass and he was rather
impressed to see it wasn’t all disgusting or filthy but nice little canal of
muscle tightening and rippling and begging to be filled. He licked out it,
frowning silently at how dry and tight it was. He spit into the hole. A nice
big glob of saliva that slipped tantalizingly show into Hiccup’s opening.
Poking a few fingers in, he spread the saliva around the rippling walls before
adding more. Each time Hiccup’s muscles would become impossibly tight and
Snotlout’s cock would surge with need. Fuck yeah; this was going to be good.
“He’s ready,” Snotlout announced, shoving Tuffnut’s head away from Hiccup’s
groin. “Hold his arms down. I don’t want him wiggling around messing this up.”
He waited until his partner released his cousin’s legs to him and moved into
his rightful place before slowly, oh so slowly, pressed the tip of his erection
against the moist hole. It was only a last second thought that made him smear
saliva over his erection to try and ease the first entry into the small body.
It wasn’t an easy slide into that channel, not like it looked whenever he had
spied on grownups going at it in the forest or one of the barns. They made it
look so easy. One thrust to fill someone. But it didn’t take one big thrust, it
took many small ones. Hiccup would gasp and tighten up every time Snotlout
penetrated him and it would take a moment or two to coax him into calming down.
Tuffnut held the smaller boy’s arms above his head, flush to the ground so that
Snotlout held Hiccup’s legs and ass in the air.
Hiccup did wiggle and squirm. He couldn’t help it. He bit his lip until it was
bleeding trying not to cry out, not to beg Snotlout to stop. It hurt. It really
hurt, stinging with such a fire Hiccup was sure someone had placed a dragon up
his ass not a cock and Snotlout was still moving slow, going in only a few
inches before pulling out and starting all over again, and his insults weren’t
nearly as bad as usual.
“You like that, Hiccup?” the older boy would purr as he slowly pushed in, his
eyes closing as a low moan escaped him. He rotated his hips, trying to find
that perfect spot that would let him slide in and out with ease. Instead he hit
something that made his little cousin cry out and tightened impossibly tight,
locking around his length and keeping them firmly attached.
“Look at that!” Tuffnut cried in astonishment when Hiccup suddenly orgasmed,
his seed squirting over the heir’s belly and stomach, the angle and strength
causing it to spray over the blonde’s hands and forearms as the smaller boy
spasm and arched his back, looking as if he was trying to escape but in reality
unable to control his body. “Oh yea, he liked that, ‘Lout. Shh…shh…easy,
Hiccup, you’re going to hurt yourself. Deep breathes…that’s it. Breathe with
me. In and out, in and out.” He laughed. “Let’s keep in time with Snotlout. In
and out, and in and out. Fuck yeah, you’re actually kind of hot all covered in
sweat like this. I can’t wait until it’s my turn to drill that ass.”
It wasn’t long until Snotlout came, maybe only seconds after Hiccup. He threw
his head back at the same time he threw his hips forward.
“No…Snotlout, not in me!” Hiccup cried, managing to get some sense of self back
in him but it was too late. Hot cum seemed to explode out of the older boy and
Hiccup felt a strange bubbling sensation in his belly as well as wetness
dripping from his opening as Snotlout pumped his seed into him, not letting a
drop go to waste. He held Hiccup’s ankles, keeping him in place until every
last drop was milked out of his length and resided deep inside Hiccup. Then and
only then did he pull out and let the smaller boy go.
Snotlout slumped on a cushion next to Hiccup, a little worn and exhausted but
feeling incredibly good like he did after winning Thawfest every year. His body
was humming with adrenaline, heart pumping as if he had just run a marathon and
his cock was already twitching for more. “I should have thought of this
sooner,” he mused, palming his cock as he rolled over to look at his cousin. “I
think we have found a good use for you…at least part of you. How was that mouth
of his, Tuff?”
“Needs work. His tongue just kind of flops around and he doesn’t suck. You
might just have to aim for the throat and go deep,” Tuffnut reported as he
ungracefully flipped Hiccup onto all fours. The small boy gave a cry of
protest.
“And damage him?” Snotlout answered in disbelief. “Yeah, last thing we need is
Stoick coming for a heads just because we hurt his precious Hiccup. No, keep it
gentle, we want him coming back.”
The blonde rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. He was kind of having fun, too, so
hurting or really upsetting Hiccup was out of the question.
“Guys…can I have a moment to catch my breath?” Hiccup asked, still panting and
body numb. He struggled to not fall on his face as Tuffnut got behind him.
Both boys ignored him. “He’s all sloppy,” Tuffnut complained, poking at
Hiccup’s entrance.
“I lubed him for you. You should be thankful, at least you can slide right in
without having him clamp up every few seconds,” Snotlout retorted, pressing his
dripping dick to Hiccup’s lips.
Tuffnut gave a snort. “You think I might like him tight?”
“You don’t know what you like,” Snotlout snapped as he grasped a fist full of
Hiccup hair. “Now you fuck and you suck,” he ordered, shoving his length past
his cousin’s teeth and rocking slowly as he had when screwing the boy’s tight
little ass. He didn’t want to hurt Hiccup, just train him a little so next time
things weren’t so awkward. So he didn’t shove his cock down Hiccup’s throat so
much as let Tuffnut’s movements bob the smaller boy onto it while Hiccup
struggled to suck on it without gagging. “There we, Hiccy, suck those cheeks in
and lick the slit. You’ll get a nice surprise if you do it right.”
Tuffnut was grunting behind Hiccup, thrusting in and out with more vigour than
Snotlout had, his front slapping against Hiccup’s rear, their joining making a
squishy, slurping sound before Hiccup had to shake his head free of Snotlout
when the blonde found that special place inside him that seemed to set Hiccup
on fire. He buried his face in his arms, trying to muffle his cries. His body
seemed to move of its own accord, rocking back into Tuffnut, demanding more,
begging for that spot to be hit over and over again until Hiccup’s vision bled
white and his body shook with another powerful orgasm that made a mess of the
blanket beneath him and had him sobbing uncontrollably as searing heat washed
over his body then a bone chilling cold when Tuffnut finally finished.
All three boys lay in pile amongst the blankets and cushions, each covered in
sweat but only Hiccup with cum inside and out. He was a little taken back when
he was snuggled between the two larger boys. “That was…ah…” he began, his
throat suddenly very dry.
“Incredible,” Tuffnut purred, idly running his fingers through the cum on
Hiccup’s belly and smearing it over the smaller boy’s heart.
“Yeah…” Hiccup agreed even though that wasn’t what he was thinking. “And…”
“Fantastic,” Snotlout murmured, toying with his cock again.
“Okay…not what I was going to say,” Hiccup tried, feeling a little trapped by
the two hot bodies pressed against him. “So…uh…that really happened.”
“Yep.” Tuffnut nodded, leaning over to lick at the cum on Hiccup’s chest.
Hiccup started in shock and stared at the blonde in a mix of disgust and
fascination. Tuffnut was licking his cum off his chest…Tuffnut was licking his
chest and now suckling his nipple and… It was like that little pebbled piece of
flesh was tied to Hiccup’s groin and a string of pleasure raced between the
two. His eyes fluttered shut and he slumped back, unable to understand how his
body could suddenly be so sensitive to something so small.
“And it’s going to happen again,” Snotlout told him, slipping back between his
legs. “And again.”
Hiccup’s back arched as his insides were pierced once more by his cousin,
Snotlout’s movements now more precise and knowledgeable and aiming for that
bundle of nerves that had Hiccup’s toes curling and making him cry like some
fabled whore. This time Snotlout and Tuffnut knew what they were doing and kept
taking turns. They fucked his ass and mouth, switching between the two to
suspend their orgasms as long as possible until Hiccup was fed cum in both
ends. At some point it no longer bothered him and he kind of got into the grove
as well. After all once everyone knew what they were doing it didn’t hurt so he
bounced back against one cock while sucking the other until they could cum no
more and then they slumbered, curled up against one another as if they had
always been friends, Hiccup in the middle with the larger boys protectively
around him.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Becoming a Friend or a Toy 2
When Hiccup awoke it was to the claustrophobic feeling of hot bodies pressed
against his own, of legs tangled and foul breath in his face. His nose wrinkled
and throat tinkled and a small cough escaped him. It might as well have been a
celebration horn. It sounded ten times louder than it should have and the
bodies pressed ever tighter against him, morning wood reminding him of what had
transpired the night before.
Okay, time to get and quietly slip out before anything else happened, he told
himself as he carefully untangled himself from heavy limps. That didn’t go as
planned. Snotlout immediately pulled him back down and nuzzled into him.
“You smell good, Astrid,” the older boy murmured, wrapping his large leg more
securely around Hiccup’s and pressing his erection against Hiccup’s thigh.
“Ah…’Lout,” Hiccup called, his voice soft and quivering a little. He wasn’t
sure if it was the fear of going another round with these two or being kicked
out because they were bored with him. “I think I should go home now. I’m needed
at the forge in a few hours.” At least he thought so. It was kind of hard to
tell what time it was being underground. The hearth fire was basically out,
only a few dim flames and glowing coals to offer any real light.
Snotlout opened bleary eyes and blinked owlishly down at him. “Uh?” he asked
before realizing he had been hugging his cousin like a beloved stuffed animal
and letting him go. “Yeah, sure…wait…”
Hiccup eeped when he felt fingers probe his tender rear.
“You’re still good and wet, let’s not waste it,” Snotlout rumbled, still half
asleep but clearly horny. He didn’t wait for Hiccup’s consent, didn’t even seem
to care that the small boy struggled to the point that Tuffnut awoke. He
entered Hiccup without so much as a care and began rutting into him while
assuring that no one would know, it was just the three of them and that Hiccup
was now more useful than ever before to them.
It was next to impossible for Hiccup to not cry out, shame filling him and no
longer caring if he was part of the group of not as long as he could go home
and hide and never be seen again. Thankfully there was no one there to see his
shame and he knew Snotlout and Tuffnut would keep this a secret to keep from
being killed by his father, their chief.
. . .
Spitelout grumbled as he crossed the plaza toward his hut. He couldn’t believe
he had broken his favorite axe and didn’t bring along a second for the hunting
trip. Worse Freya had managed to snap both strings to her bow, the usually one
and the backup and since Spitelout had to trek all the way back to Berk to
fetch a new axe she had asked him to gather a new bow string from Gobber. He
was not impressed and while he had always told Snotlout to lock the door at
night when home alone he truly hoped the boy had forgotten. He was not in the
mood to explain why he was home early to his son. The boy would never let him
live it down.
Luck was with him when he reached the hut. The door was unlocked and he eased
it opened. It was not yet dawn and he didn’t want to wake the boy and his
friends up, remember at the last moment Snotlout was having a little sleepover
to christen the basement room. He moved slowly through the house toward the
family armory, their good weapons set aside in case of battle. Not a creak
sounded under foot even as he neared the stairs but another, far stranger sound
reached his ears.
A moan, soft and breathy, too high pitch and nasally to be Snotlout wafted up
the stairs. He dismissed it at first, sure he was hearing things. It sounded
sort of like young Hiccup but his son and nephew never got along. They were
rivals for Stoick’s thrown and saw each other as enemies. Hiccup was too small
and scrawny to ever make a suitable chief. The sound came again and Spitelout’s
curiosity was peaked. Did his son have a lady friend with him that sounded
strangely like Stoick’s boy.
There were other voices that could be heard the closer he got to the stairs.
One was undeniably Snotlout’s, sleep clogged and whispering, the words
unintelligible, the other teasing and flirty and recognizable as the Thorston
boy’s. What in Thor’s name were the boy’s doing?
Slowly, cautiously, he took a step down the steps, shifting his way with hunter
grace, searching for his prey. He only went down a few steps before crouching
low and peering into the dark room. He automatically looked toward his son’s
bed but it was cast in darkness and he couldn’t see a thing. The moaning came
again, followed by whimpering and soft begging but it wasn’t from the direction
of the bed but the large sitting area they were still working on. He squinted,
trying to seem through the dimness, the only light coming from the hearth that
cast orange and yellow and red dancing lights over three nude and sweaty
bodies. Spitelout’s eyes were already well adjusted to the darkness outside and
having walked into his home without so much as a torch so it didn’t take long
to pick out the three bodies below.
Long blonde hair cascades over a lean back that was bent over a smaller body
with familiar auburn hair that shown red in the fire light. Hiccup. Hiccup was
sitting on Snotlout’s lap, or more precisely, lounging on Snotlout while the
larger boy leaned back on a mound of cushions, his big hands on Hiccup’s hips
while the Tuffnut boy knelt between their legs. For a moment Spitelout was
utterly lost on what they could possibly be doing when he heard his nephew cry
out, his back arching beautifully before being pulled back against his cousin
and smothered in a heated kiss. The change in position caused the flickering
firelight to show something Spitelout never expected to see. The boys weren’t
roughhousing or wrestling. Spitelout could clearly see between the boy’s
sweaty, glistening legs, namely Hiccup’s. Firelight danced, highlighting what
should have been a sinful joining and making it look glorious. There was not
one cock pushing in and out of the small boy but two. Two rather impressive
teenage shafts ramming into a tight core like two bucks fighting over a doe.
The bucked into the, rutting with force and making the young heir wiggle and
wrath, whimper and whine only for the other two to silence him with kisses
while stroking his length.
Spitelout was mesmerised. He couldn’t stop watching even after the boys came
one after another until they were a tangled mess of limbs with Hiccup in the
center. It seemed he may have misjudged Hiccup. There was obviously much more
to him than he first imagined. He silently crept back upstairs and waited.
Freya would understand. These boys needed a talking to otherwise Stoick was
going to be very upset when he learned just what his little boy was doing to
make friends.
. . .
“Okay, so we’ve got this straight, right?” Snotlout asked as they dressed a
half hour later, all still a little sleepy but Hiccup insisting he had to get
to work before Gobber got mad. “No one says anything to anyone about what
happened and you get to hang out the next time the gang gets together.” He gave
Hiccup a pointed look as his cousin tugged his tunic over his head.
“Right, not a word,” Hiccup answered as he poked his head through the hole. Not
that anyone would ever believe me, he thought bitterly, still unsure of how he
felt about everything that had transpired.
“So are we getting together tonight?” Tuffnut asked, saddling up behind Hiccup
and running his hands down the smaller boy’s front.
Hiccup gasped and pulled away, backing away from the blonde with his hands up
defensively. “Ah…no…no…I have…ah…things to do tonight. Dad wanted to do a…you
know, father – son thing so…maybe another time?”
“I’ve got the house to myself again,” Snotlout coaxed.
“Yeah…good to know…maybe,” Hiccup conceded, chewing his lower lip. He followed
the two up the stairs, intent on going home and cleaning up, having second
thoughts about becoming part of the gang. He felt dirty and wrong and his
insides were knotted in a way he didn’t like. He felt as if he might be sick at
any moment. His Dad was going to be pissed if he ever found out and Hiccup was
sure it was somehow going to end up being all his fault…it usually was. It
didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if he was going to tell anyone. All he wanted was
to go home, hide in his room and then bury himself in work until the memory of
their touches left him.
“Boys,” a stern voice greeted them from the kitchen table, making all three
jump and their faces pale. The all turned to see Spitelout sitting at the head
of the table, keen dark blue eyes watching them.
“Dad!” Snotlout greeted him, elbowing past Hiccup to greet his father. “Hi! I
thought you and Mom would be gone until tomorrow night.”
“That was the plan,” Spitelout agreed. “But my axe handle broke. I came to get
a new one plus a new bow string for your mother. I’ll be heading back out
shortly.”
“Oh,” Snotlout said quickly. He rubbed the back of his head. “How…how long have
you been here?”
“Long enough.”
“Oh…” the young man’s face fell.
“I need to speak with Hiccup alone,” his father said in a voice that left no
room for arguments.
The three boys looked at one another, a threat passing from the two larger ones
to Hiccup to keep his mouth shut and say nothing of what happened or receive
the biggest beating of a life time. Hiccup sucked in his bottom lip, not in
fear of them but of his uncle who had a way of getting information out of him,
ways that his father would not approve of. He lost count of the number of times
he had been taken over his uncle’s knee and given a spanking when left in his
care for even the smallest transgression. Promising to keep their secretly and
actually being able to were two different things.
“Snotlout, Tuffnut, I think Bucket and Mulch could use a hand readying their
ship for the morning catch,” Spitelout instructed, handing out assignments to
make sure the two boys would not interfere when he spoke to Hiccup.
The kids looked at each other once more, Snotlout giving Hiccup a warning glare
before shoving Tuffnut out the door.
“Hiccup, go lock the door then come here,” Spitelout instructed.
The boy hesitated only a moment before doing as his uncle requested before
returning, his stomach twisting with growing fear. It was never good when the
man wanted the door lock. On hindsight he should have darted out of the door
and to freedom but that would only guarantee his uncle told his father about
what had happened with the other boys and no doubt place all the blame on him.
And he was right.
The moment he was within reach his uncle pulled him between his legs.
“Just what do you thinking you were doing down there?” Spitelout asked, his
voice gruff and eyes hard as they bore into Hiccup’s.
Hiccup swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said
meekly, trying to pull out of his uncle’s grasp but failing. Spitelout’s knees
trapped him as his hands grasped Hiccup’s hips in a tight grip.
“No? I didn’t just witness you taking both boys’ swords up here less than half
an hour ago?” Spitelout asked, his big hands squeezing Hiccup’s rear.
The boy’s face paled and he tried pulling free again. “That…I…that wasn’t my
fault!” he pleaded, feeling tears well up in his eyes and cursing himself for
ever falling for Snotlout’s trap. “I should never have come here,” he
whimpered, his hands knotting before his chest as he looked down, feeling more
ashamed than ever. Spitelout was sure to tell his father now. “Can…can we keep
this secret?” It was a farfetched hope but he really didn’t want his father
knowing what happened. Stoick the Vast was already ashamed of having such a
runt for a son but to have one who had had sex with his very own cousin just to
be accepted amongst the other teens was sure to get Hiccup banished.
“And why would I do that?” Spitelout purred, one hand coming up to cup Hiccup’s
chin and make him look up. “Is that what you’re doing now, letting people fill
up to keep your dirty little secrets? Is that why you took on two boys nearly
double your size? Do you like big men?”
Hiccup blinked in confusion. “I…no…that’s not what I meant.”
But Spitelout had a frightening look on his face, a hunger that nearly matched
his son’s the night before and he quickly began undoing the laces to Hiccup’s
trousers. Hiccup scrambled to stop him only to have his hands slapped hard and
pushed out of the way.
“If you can handle two half size cocks in you then you can handle one full
grown one,” the man growled, shoving the boy’s trousers down to his knees
before lifting Hiccup’s tunic to check out his prize. He frowned in
disappointment. “Are you a man or a little boy?” he snipped, groping Hiccup’s
little prick before sliding his hand between his nephew’s legs to poke at what
he really was interested in. Hiccup’s hole was still nice and sleek, the boys
failing to clean him properly.
“Please don’t!” Hiccup begged, trying to shove his hand away. He was slapped
across the face for his efforts.
“If you can be fucked by my son and his strange friend then you can be fucked
by me. Now take it like a Viking.” The man turned the boy around and braced him
against the kitchen table as he dropped his trousers and freed his aching
length. There was no fanfare or serious preparation, Hiccup was still very
loose from his time with the other youths and even when he tried tightening up
Spitelout pushed his way in, expecting to enjoy the tightness of his nephew and
Hiccup certainly was tight. But it was boring. Hiccup didn’t move, didn’t push
back. He lay on his belly and took it, sobbing like a baby and two afraid to do
anything that might upset his uncle. “Move!” Spitelout growled, slamming into
the boy harder, searching for a way to get some pleasure out of the boy. There
was tightness but Hiccup was an active participant like what Spitelout had seen
with his son. His thrusts only grew more desperate in his need to cum, no
longer caring for the boy beneath him but wanting the deed over with.
Eventually he shot his load into the sobbing boy and pulled out. He cleaned
himself off and tucked his length away in disgust. “Clean yourself up and get
out of here,” he snapped at Hiccup, turning away to find his axe and Freya bow
string.
Hiccup shakily got off the table, pulled up his pants with trembling hands and
fastened them, then ran, staggered out of the Jorgenson house as quickly as
possible, batting at rogue tears and trying to school his features. He didn’t
go home. He didn’t want his father seeing him like this. There was no way he
could explain what happened without breaking down. Instead he went to the
forge, knowing Gobber would not yet be there, and hid under one of the work
benches in the far back where no one would see him and not even Gobber would
find him for a number of hours. There he cried until he could cry no more and
he curled up into a tight ball and slept.
That was where Gobber found him late in the morning when the village was wide
awake and in full swing and the blacksmith was in search of his apprentice. A
large gentle hand gently pulled the curled up youth out from under the table,
careful not to startle him as he lifted the boy into his arms and carried him
to the small cot he kept for those long hot days when a nap was necessary. He
noticed the tears and the dark bags under the boy’s eyes but didn’t wake him,
believing Hiccup and Snotlout had got into another fight which would be nothing
new. The two cousins rarely got along and no doubt the sleepover had not gone
as planned and Hiccup had hid out at the forge rather than face Stoick and tell
him again he had failed at befriending his cousin. So he let his little
apprentice sleep, barely acknowledging Spitelout when the man came to have his
axe sharpened or the glare the man sent the boy’s way.
When Hiccup awoke a few hours later he only gave a mumbled greeting before
burying himself in his work.
“So I guess the sleepover didn’t go as planned,” Gobber commented as he placed
the sword he had been working on into a tub of water to cool.
The usually talkative boy grunted in answer but Gobber caught the shimmer of
fresh tears on the boy’s lashes.
“You and Snotlout get into a fight?”
Another grunt that made Hiccup sound more like a much smaller version of Stoick
than himself.
“That bad, huh? Just no words to describe it? That’s the Jorgensons, I
suppose,” Gobber continued, not really liking the one sided conversation. He’d
never admit it but he liked when Hiccup chattered away about mindless things.
This silence and grunting was a little eerie. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” Hiccup said simply but there was a catch in his voice. “There’s nothing
to talk about.”
“Hey, Hiccup!” Snotlout’s voice chimed cheerfully from the stall window making
Hiccup jump and drop a tool on his left foot.
The boy gave a howl of pain and bounced on his right foot before Gobber could
get him onto a stool.
“Whoa…hey, you okay?” Snotlout asked as he and Tuffnut slipped inside.
Gobber removed Hiccup’s boot to make sure the foot wasn’t broken. Hiccup
completely ignored the other two boys. “You lads ought to come back later,”
Gobber told the two as he felt around Hiccup’s foot. Thankfully it was still
intact and nothing broken but there will be a nice size bruise.
Snotlout’s brows furrowed as he looked from Gobber to Hiccup. “I just came to
invite you back over tonight. Dad’s taking off so it’ll just be us again
tonight. I found a new game to play.” He wiggled his brows at Hiccup
suggestively.
“No,” Hiccup answered not even looking at him.
“What?” Snotlout snapped, his cheerfulness instantly vanishing.
“I’m not interested,” Hiccup said, his voice sharp like the blade of a sword.
He glanced up and met Snotlout’s gaze with a cold glare. “So just leave me
alone, alright? You got what you wanted.”
“Got what?” Gobber asked, looking up from Hiccup’s swelling foot in concern.
Hiccup flushed bright red before schooling his features and glaring at Snotlout
and Tuffnut. “Nothing important,” he said as calmly as possible.
Snotlout glared back. “You’re right. It wasn’t even that good,” he spat back
with venom in his voice. “I bet wild boar could have done better.”
Hiccup’s hands balled into fists and he jumped to his feet, ignoring the
searing pain in his foot. “Maybe you should ask your Dad. Admit it, Snotlout,
you set me up.”
“For what?”
“You monster of a father.”
“If anyone’s father is a monster it’s yours, Useless. My Dad should have been
chief and then you would have been put in your place when you were born, on a
nice little raft to Valhalla!”
Hiccup’s jaw dropped open in horror. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard it many
times throughout his young life from his cousin but after what had happened
last night he would have thought Snotlout thought a little better of him now.
“GET OUT OF MY FORGE!” he screamed, throwing the nearest thing to him at his
cousin, a small axe he used as a paperweight. It missed by a fraction of a
hair, the blade burying itself into the wood of the wall.
Snotlout gave a snort. “I finally gave you something useful to do that made us
all happy and you’re just going to throw it away. You are USELESS and insane.
I’m not going to miss you when the dragons finally decide to eat you like they
did your mother. Come on, Tuffnut, we’ve got better things to do than hang
around Useless piece of shit.”
“Hey!” snapped Gobber, grabbing Snotlout by the scruff. “I don’t care what
happened last night but you don’t talk that way in my forge.”
Snotlout snorted again. “I thought it was HIS forge,” he answered, nodding
towards Hiccup.
“Apologize,” the man growled.
“Sure, when he grows a pair of wings,” the boy spat before yanking free and
stomping off, Tuffnut in tow and giving Hiccup’s curious gazes.
With the exception of Astrid none of the teens ever spoke back to Snotlout and
definitely not with such force or venom. A tiny spark of respect developed for
Hiccup developed in Tuffnut, not much but enough to make him pay a little more
attention to the little heir that would one day lead them.
Gobber waited until the boys were gone before turning on Hiccup. “Exactly what
happened at the sleepover?” he demanded, knowing his apprentice would tell him
long before his father.
That didn’t happen this time. Hiccup shoved his sock back on, wincing in pain
before doing the same with the boot. “Nothing. We had a difference of opinion
that got worse when Spitelout came home early. That’s why I slept here. It was
stupid.”
“That’s why you nearly took your cousin’s head off?”
“He’s an asshole.”
Okay, for Hiccup to swear meant some definitely wasn’t right. “Spill it,”
Gobber ordered but for once Hiccup didn’t listen. The boy’s face fell after a
moment and he looked away. “Hiccup, I just want what’s best for you.”
A sniffled sob escaped the boy but Hiccup refused to explain what happened at
the Jorgenson’s. Instead he stepped forward and buried his face in his mentor’s
chest, his noodle like arms wrapping around the large man and clinging to him.
He hadn’t done this in a long time and it was a little disconcerting but Gobber
held him and let him cry. When Stoick later asked how things went Hiccup
brushed it off as a waste of time and consumed himself with work, looking for a
better way to become like everyone else. He avoided Snotlout and Tuffnut,
stayed as far from Spitelout as was possible on a small island like Berk. He
never spoke of that night and neither did those involved and soon it was
forgotten, hidden under layers of doubt and worry and threat of dragon attacks,
his mind busy designing and building weapons that did or didn’t work. Hiccup
kept his mind busy, ignoring the other teens that teased and taunted him, and
trying to forget that awful experience that still knotted his stomach and sent
fire through his belly that would wake him at night drench in sweat, panting
and sobbing. It wasn’t the best solution and definitely not healthy but Hiccup
had learned long ago when to keep his mouth shut and just what he could and
could say to his father without it somehow being his fault and this, this was
something he knew would he twisted and placed solely on him. After all, who was
Stoick going to believe; his beloved brother or freak of a son?
Of course things changed when he not only brought down a dragon, a mighty
Nightfury no less, and then trained it, finally becoming the hero he always
desired to be. Some people still looked down at him, still ignored him or
thought he was a dump kid but no one dare touch him again, not like that night.
Snotlout and Tuffnut no longer looked at him as Useless and worthless of their
friendship. They slowly became friends the right way. None of them spoke of
what happened and Snotlout and Tuffnut were smart enough not to try luring
Hiccup into such a situation again which Hiccup was grateful for. Best of all
Spitelout never touched Hiccup again. He acted as if nothing ever happened and
barely spared Hiccup a glance even after the boy saved the entire tribe. And
for the first time in Hiccup entire life HE was the pride of Berk and not only
his father but everyone listened when he spoke. And when he couldn’t talk or
find the right words Toothless, his new, best of the best of possible friends,
spoke for him.
And no one, no one touched him without his consent ever again.
Fin
**Hopefully this is the last of the smut for a while. My poor brain has been
backfiring with all this the last few months and if I don’t get it out I’m
afraid my head might explode. Now I’m planning to focus of My Hiccup again
since there’s only a month to the new episodes. I want to finish this little
Dagur arc before the new episodes come out and I finally get new material to
inspire me…that’s the main reason My Hiccup has been on hiatus, not just the
smut.
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