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jackson--t · 2 years

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His Boy

Ronnie Kray x Teddy Smith.

Warnings: Spanking and other sexual stuff. Explicit Smut.

Teddy tries to mend Ronnie's broken nose, and ends up right where he always does: on Ronnie's lap.

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I feel like a weirdo posting this. 😅🙆‍♂️

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It wasn't the first time Teddy had seen all that blood, the bent nose, the drips on the carpet that Ronnie actually liked a lot. The fine dots and drops of blood had fallen into the beautiful pattern of the carpet, breaking up the steady, gentle repetition of finely curved illustrades. A drop had fallen on a certain finely curved curl that Teddy had stared at many times, whenever he had lain on Ronnie's lap, his ass in the air, enduring the beatings, his buttocks glowing red from the welts of the hand with the cool, hard rings on it. Or the cane from the fine vase in the hallway, a bamboo cane whose welts Teddy could usually feel under the fabric of his pants for days afterwards.

He exhaled softly as Ronnie's glowing gaze met him. His fingers curled up slightly in the kitchen towel he'd grabbed when he'd heard the door. An argument with his twin brother, Reggie. It hadn't been uncommon lately for them to fight because Reggie didn't get along with Frances - or because Ronnie did something that didn't suit him.

But when Teddy saw Ronnie's probably broken nose, he sighed softly. He liked Reggie, he really did. Reggie, of course, was the prettier one of the twins - amiable, always finely dressed, and didn't carry the traces of seething aggression and craziness under his skin like his brother Ronnie. Teddy had liked Reggie a lot at first, watching him furtively whenever Ronnie's eyes were glued to anything but his face. Sometimes, he had wanted to scratch up Frances' face, to rip her beautiful hair off her head, just like that - because he envied her. Because Reggie didn't beat her, and because she had Reggie's beautiful face all over her when he fucked her.

Still, he didn't like it when Reggie hurt Ronnie. The missing pills were to blame, his antipsychotics. Ronnie almost never took them, unless Teddy reminded him to. Well - Teddy was used to knowing Ronnie as he was, always had been. To him, it made no difference, per se, whether Ronnie took them or not. But the subtle aggressive structures of his mental disorder became more palpable, like a guest moving into Ronnie's head, whispering strange things to him. He was more aggressive, loving violence. Only today, his eyes were different. Teddy saw the anger, the astonishment, the shock - and something he could almost put under the term sadness.

If that feeling existed in Ronnie.

Teddy fumbled a little with the kitchen towel, folding it between his fine fingers before asking quietly, "What happened?"

"He hit me, Reggie. Look at what he did - 's it bad, Teddy?" Ronnie grunted, walking with heavy steps over to the mirror in the living room. His mom, Valerie, was thankfully asleep. She wouldn't have believed it had been Reggie. But Teddy knew the other brother's punch. He had already had to feel it himself, under the powerful urge of the incoming excitement of that gesture. It was always a highlight for him when Reggie touched him - even if it was to teach him a lesson. The last time for a lesson had been when he'd hit Leslie so hard, out of sheer jealousy over Ronnie's attention, that Leslie had almost lost an eye.

"Ah, fuck - ma nose, ma beautiful nose. What a ...- my fuckin' brother!" Ronnie cursed loudly, and Teddy carefully stood next to him, gently standing on tiptoe to get a closer look at Ronnie's face.

"It's broken, Ronnie. I can fix it if you want," Teddy murmured softly, the glowering gaze of Ronnie's eyes on him. The big man snorted softly, a few drops of blood spreading further across the beautiful carpet.

"You can do that? Nah, I don't-"

"Fixed my own nose once, I did. Gonna hurt though, ya hear?" Teddy said, taking the fingers of his right hand out of the cloth, resting them lightly and warmly against Ronnie's cheek. He felt the twitch under Ronnie's skin, it was so warm. It set off an excited tingle in Teddy's stomach area.

"Did ya? Hmph, you know what I'm going to do if you fuckin' mess it up?"

"I know, and I'm not going to screw it up."

"I could kill you pretty right here and now for that, huh? Think the nose's ugly, don't ya?" Ronnie grunted angrily, and there it was, the absence of psychotropic drugs. Words Ronnie said without understanding the meaning - blindly directed because he didn't realize, not quite, that his brother had done this to him, and not Teddy. Thick, strong fingers dug around Teddy's chin, jerked it up, and Teddy gulped.

"I could-"

"Who's going to fix your nose then, huh? Can punish me for it afterwards, but your nose will stay like that," Teddy breathed out tensely, knowing the effect his words were having on Ronnie. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, then he nodded, his lower lip slightly open, his row of teeth bared below. He sniffled deeply, his nose clogged with blood, before dropping onto the couch.

"You're being careful, aren't you?" he grunted, and Teddy smiled.

"I always am."

"Don't tell anyone, you hear?"

"I never do, Ronnie."

"Hmm, good boy."

Teddy clicked his tongue, wiped his fingers on the kitchen towel, and went into the kitchen to get some bandages. He knew well by now where everything lay - Valerie had introduced him to the Krays' house, after all, well aware and grateful that Teddy was still by Ronnie's side. Sometimes he thought he read from her eyes that she really liked him - because he had never judged Ronnie, despite his bouts of cruelty. But Teddy knew nothing else. He had grown up just as much in the pain of a poor neighborhood, and Ronnie was his ticket to a better life.

You put up with these things if you could live for them like a prince. You just put up with them, and shut up when Ronnie wanted you to.

When Teddy had gathered his things, he put them down next to Ronnie on the couch, and sat down wide-legged on the broad lap. He had always loved Ronnie's thighs, those wide trunks, strong enough to break a body. There was ecstasy in every fiber of those muscles.

That's why Teddy suppressed the surge of pleasure that sloshed through his body as he pressed closer to Ronnie's face, slender fingers against his cheek. The nose looked really nasty, and it was really broken. It would be a slight jolt, but how Ronnie would react to the pain, well - Teddy didn't know.

"S' gonna hurt, Ronnie, okay? I'll make one quick move, it'll hurt, and then you'll be pretty again," Teddy whispered hoarsely, and Ronnie grunted.

"Am I not pretty now? I know you're always staring at Reggie-"

"I don't, and you are pretty, Ronnie, always. Reggie's too soft."

A narrow grin crossed Ronnie's bloodied face, like a twitch, short and beautiful. "He is."

"You ready?" Teddy asked, and Ronnie's nod wasn't even quite finished before he applied the pressure of his fingers to his nose and had them moving quickly to the side, pushing the nose back into place with a horrible cracking sound.

"FUCK!"

Of course he screamed, and of course Ronnie threw Teddy off his lap, the slight new stream of blood like shock on his face. Teddy licked his lips. Heat, so much heat in his body, in his loins.

Bad boy, he could hear it now, feel it like a tingling promise on his skin.

"What did ya fuckin' do?!"

"The nose is straight again, Ronnie, I made it whole again! You still need tape, let me tape it-"

Ronnie snorted. The drops of blood plopped onto the carpet, a few more, then it stopped, though Ronnie's voice still sounded impossibly nasal. He paced up and down, eyes on the floor, and then - heavy, heaving footsteps in the hallway, the sound of fine leaves, and Teddy's skin tingled with pleasure. The bamboo stick.

Ronnie sat down wordlessly on the couch, his broad legs like mighty tree trunks, and slapped his right thigh with the flat of his hand. "Com'ere." he commanded, without a kind word, without the litter Teddy usually knew when they were alone. Eyes gleaming menacingly behind the lenses of his glasses, Teddy pushed himself off the ground. There were a few drops of blood around the edges of Ronnie's glasses, but Teddy paid them no further attention as he lay belly-first on Ronnie's thigh, his lap full of tingling sensations.

Teddy liked violence. He liked brutality, didn't know why - but he had always been one of those boys who had never been too gentle - just right for Ronnie Kray, and one of the reasons Teddy was his best boy. Because he could endure, because he didn't break under what Ronnie needed, what turned Ronnie on, what excited Ronnie. Teddy was never broken. He wore the bruises on his body like trophies, wore them like something to be proud of - because it was the signature of Ronnie Kray. The secret king of London. And Teddy was his boy.

"Pants down." Ronnie grunted darkly, and Teddy obeyed. The air of the living room was cool around the skin of his bottom, a pleasant change from what was to come. Ronnie let out a soft, dark sound as Teddy lay back on his legs, lower body naked, and a rough, coarse hand gripped his left buttock firmly, slapping it lightly.

"You'll pay for this, you will."

Teddy breathed out. "Yeah."

The moments before the first blow were always the most erotic Teddy ever felt. Like a burning in the air, like a tingle in his lap, in his cock, like waiting for a fucking surprise. The air was electrified, magical, the warmth of Ronnie's thighs beneath him like the softest cloud.

The first stroke was hard, so hard it elicited a hoarse sound from Teddy. It was more of a squeak, high and soft, that he knew turned Ronnie sheer on - he loved it when he could do this. And Teddy loved the feel of the hard bamboo stick on his bare skin, the tingle it left. The red welts, the warmth on his butt cheeks as it formed. The red marks, sometimes a little chapped skin that he knew Ronnie loved to lick, to run his hands over curiously before fucking him. And this, Teddy thought to himself in sheer excitement at the next stroke - was guaranteed to end in a hard fuck.

He knew Ronnie could feel his erection against his thighs. With each breath, with each stroke more on his ass, Teddy's cock stiffened, pressing against the warm, rough fabric of Ronnie's thighs in the expensive pants, letting a soft friction build as soon as his body arched minimally under the blow of the bamboo cane.

"I like your shirt." Ronnie grunted, absurdly, it didn't fit - but it was Ronnie, and the cane, and Teddy moaned softly the next time the cane slapped hard against his skin, leaving pain and burn and pleasure in its wake. Ronnie's own poem burned into his skin.

"Ronnie-" Teddy's voice grew softer, higher, a pleading whimper. His hard cock pressed against Ronnie's thigh, was literally massaged, licked at drops. But the heat of the strokes didn't abate, only a little more hardness was added - by the movements and by Ronnie's lap, oh yeah, a firm erection pressed there into the fine fabric of his pants.

Teddy loved Ronnie's cock. It was as broad and big and fucking hot as anything on him - well built, and made to destroy him if he wanted to. Teddy had often had to take warm baths after sex with Ronnie to preserve his body - he could take a lot, always, but he needed his time afterward.

With a quiet moan, Teddy felt Ronnie's free hand settle on one buttock, gripping tightly, almost grabbing. Broad fingers fumbled at his crack, seeking, finding. They were already wet, Teddy hadn't realized, when they found what they were looking for, digging deep into Teddy's body, two of Ronnie's fucking wide fingers. The pulling and stretching was passion, coupled with another stroke and an undeniable exhale from Ronnie that almost bordered on a greedy moan.

Fuck, it didn't take much longer.

Teddy had to endure two more hard blows where, despite the rising numbness in the flesh, he could feel it tearing the skin slightly - it burned so nicely - then, with a gasping exhale, Ronnie pushed him belly-first onto the sofa, tossing the bamboo cane carelessly away. His heavy hands pressed Teddy's shoulder blades hard down on the sofa, pressing the boy firmly into the finely flowered fabric of Valerie's couch, and Teddy heard Ronnie undo his belt with rising excitement.

Once, just once, Teddy had been allowed to see him completely naked, otherwise Ronnie always left his clothes partially on. And it had been a groundbreaking time, because Ronnie, despite his oddness, was so damn well trained, had broader shoulders than his brother, a brutally toned chest. Teddy had been allowed to ride him that day, with hands as tight as vices around his hips. But Teddy had come, way too fast, drenching Ronnie's chest in a lean white of cum.

"Fuckin' bastard," Ronnie grunted, spitting roughly between Teddy's crack, pressing the hard and erect tip of his broad and thick cock between them, pushing himself between Teddy's butt cheeks without further foreplay, pushing his cock into the tight hole. The fingers on his butt glowed, rubbing over the sore skin, but the stretching and pain from the intrusion made Teddy forget all about it.

He moaned as loudly as he dared before a broad hand snaked in front of his mouth and squeezed hard - the absence of air made Teddy dizzy, aroused by the brutality. Ronnie's weight pressed him down hard, and it was nice to be squeezed so nicely between that body and his weight, and to have his own cock wedged so tightly on Mommy Kray's soft couch.

"Don't wake Mom, you lil' whore!" Ronnie growled hotly against his ear, and Teddy shook his head, breathing, gasping for air as his fingers released from his mouth and Ronnie truly fucked him hard into the couch.

It was ecstasy, every time. The pain was so pleasurable that it was quickly replaced by the probing sensation of an approaching orgasm, forming deep in Teddy's belly. The friction of his cock against the couch and with Ronnie's thick cock sliding so deep inside him, soon better, it was like a pure piece of pleasure written by the god of lust himself. Teddy could do nothing but cling to the fabric of the couch with clammy fingers, controlling his breathing, and taking and taking that cock as hard and as well as he could.

Ronnie was never a tender lover, but he was a good one, more animal than man in bed, with rough moans and grunts, hips snapping hard like a stud bull. Teddy nearly choked on his own saliva as Ronnie thrusted deeper, deeper, hitting the fine bundles of nerves inside him again and again. The tip of his cock rubbed firmly against it, Teddy knew that Ronnie knew. He timed the motions just right to hit that spot again and again, feeling the softness in Teddy's limbs, the trembling in his shoulder blades.

"You're gonna come for me, Teddy.", Ronnie groaned out, the hard cock with a firm jerk so damn deep, made Teddy's spine rebel slightly. Teddy opened his mouth, but no words came out. No moan, he just gasped, knowing he was close.

A thought that had driven him to climax many times before pressed into his brain with manic swiftness: this one thought, this forbidden one, that he would one day want to act out. Reggie and Ronnie, both above him, behind him, inside him. The pushing and shoving of two thick cocks inside him, his hole stretched to bursting. The twins sharing Teddy like a cheap hooker, the way they embraced his body, held him, fucked him and fucked him until Teddy came. Feeling not only Ronnie's fat cock, but Reggie's as well, both brothers joined inside him...-

His orgasm bored into Teddy's body so violently that he didn't have time to really dig his fingers into the sofa. His body stiffened for only a few seconds, then he reared back, and it spurted out of his cock, discharging into the muscles of his ass, contracting and milking Ronnie Kray, quivering, trembling, in full ecstasy. Teddy even blacked out for a moment because Ronnie just kept fucking him, calling him a bitch, grabbing his neck and squeezing him tighter into the fabric. But Teddy came and fucking came, it was so good, it was so-

"Fuck, fuckin'-", it was rare for Ronnie to moan - usually he came silently - but today he came loudly, as if he wanted Teddy's orgasm to last. Teddy could feel the hot spurts inside him, wanted to catch them with the tip of his tongue, choke on them, even as he loved the wetness building in his hole, more with each slide. Especially because Ronnie kept thrusting, really riding out the orgasm, fucking Teddy for several moments after he had cum.

It took Teddy a long time to get his breath back. Until he felt details, like the burning of his skin, like the heat on his back - Ronnie's nose must have been dripping, triggered slight aftershocks in Teddy's body. He couldn't move, even though Ronnie had long since braced himself and closed his pants again, giving Teddy a less soft shove in the ribs.

Teddy stayed down, just today, just briefly, as Ronnie brought the bamboo cane back into the hallway, stuck it in the beautiful vase as if it hadn't just been the tool of a satisfaction. He stroked his clothes, wrinkled his nose with a soft, pained sound, and then nudged Teddy lightly.

"We're going to bed, now, Teddy. Will you clean up?"

Teddy smiled. His body ached, throbbed, but he was fine. "Sure."

Teddy always cleaned up, tidied up when the evenings and nights ended like this. He fixed Ronnie's nose briefly, patted it so it wouldn't hang crooked in his face again in the morning. Then he put everything away, wiping what blood he could off the carpet still. But the dark stains remained. He would have to scrub along with Valerie tomorrow, while Ronnie would surely be sitting next to them, on the big armchair, eating a piece of warm carrot cake. The broad hand always slightly hollowed under his mouth, so that no crumbs would fall on his lap, neat, almost pedantic, as he sometimes was.

Before Teddy went upstairs, he took the brownish tin of pills with him, and with a quiet exhale, placed it on Ronnie's side of the bed. They always slept in the children's room when they were here - Valerie had never changed it because her sons had always been her everything.

"Will you take them, for me, Ronnie?" Teddy asked softly as he pulled his light blue shirt off his body, and with a pleasurable soft sound, lay down in bed next to Ronnie. He then gently placed the pillbox on Ronnie's chest, his eyes upturned to the scowling man. Ronnie's mouth twisted.

"Nah-"

"Please." Teddy pleaded, and indeed, Ronnie formed a large, cupped hand, dropped two pills into it, and swallowed them. Sometimes, when they'd been acting out, he was actually quite pleasant. Like they were in a real relationship, like it wasn't an honor that Teddy got to be here in bed - but something perfectly normal.

Normality.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, Teddy longed for it. For what Reggie and Frances had, for holding hands, for sex in the shower, for rides on Ronnie's lap because it felt so normal and good. Because for once, Teddy was in control.

But actually, it was also good the way it was. He at Ronnie's side - and with the two pills in him that always made him sleepy - Ronnie even pulled Teddy into a hug, letting him sleep with his head on his shoulder.

Almost comforting, like a boy who just wanted some soothing love after his fight and broken nose. Even if it was still Ron Kray.

But Teddy was his boy, and that was all that mattered.

He would endure.

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