Chapter 1: Handcuffs
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You're No Good For Me
“I don’t! I don’t understand!” Mike screamed as he threw his hands in anger.
Hopper watched the boy flail his emotions out like he had been put in a rage room and he was the target. He hated that his insides churned with excitement as the boy grew angrier, charging into him with physical force. That night, things took a turn when he forced their lips to aggressively touch against Mike’s will. At first, Mike tried pulling away, but he undoubtedly let the darkness sink into him. His small body wasn’t enough to push someone like Hopper off. The night that a sickening door had been opened for both of them. Mike could feel Hopper’s grip tighten against his shoulders. He felt locked in with the force that shook his world up. A force that opened all of his insecurities to be replaced with an unknown, confusing pleasure that would linger for days. Months even. Mike’s dark hair was suddenly gripped and pulled, making him moan in between their kiss. Hopper had finally pulled away from the boy, leaving him glaring at the older man with what it looked like to be confusion, disgust, pleasure, frustration? His cheeks were red and flushed and his hair was messed up from the older man’s intense grip. They were both breathing deeply as they continued eye contact with each other. Mike had finally stormed off, slamming the door behind him.
Nothing had came of that pleasurable, dark moment. Mike never brought it up. He was embarrassed and ashamed. Ever since that night, he had been in his head about everything. The attention he received felt like being touched and cared for by his father. It was a replacement for what he lacked so much of in his childhood. Hopper did leave a mark on Mike. He couldn’t just pretend like nothing happened, but he did exactly that and it left Mike feeling confused and frustrated.
A few years later, Mike and El started dating and Hopper couldn’t stand it. He wasn’t sure if he hated Mike or if he wanted to fuck the daylights out of him as he got older. Mike started becoming testy with his elders, especially Hopper. He wanted to be petty and control the situation.
“You will not be seeing my daughter again. Do you understand?” Hopper’s voice was stern and serious, leaving room for Mike to want to push his buttons even more. He rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever the fat tomato wants.”
Silence roared in the car as they both stared at each other, Mike’s expression growing irritable and sassy as he crossed his arms. The truth was that Mike enjoyed pissing Hopper off, but what he really wanted was closure from when they kissed while he was only twelve years old. He wanted to know why he did what he did. Mike was hungry for validation but masked it with his bratty attitude like he did with everything else he wanted or demanded emotionally.
Hopper looked at him with rage and lust, but Mike wasn’t aware of that. There was so much he wasn’t aware of because he was confused. All he knew was how good it made him feel.
“Why did you kiss me that night?” Mike abruptly brought up. He was terrified that he had actually spoken about it in real time. Hopper’s face was washed over with slight guilt but not enough to fully withstand the situation.
“It was an accident.” Hopper cleared his throat and shuffled in his seat.
“That’s bullshit! You kissed me, so it means something!” Mike immediately became defensive, letting it plaster all over his face.
“You don’t know what any of that means.”
“You don’t either!”
“Look, kid. That was about a year or two ago. I barely remember what happened, and I don’t care to remember.”
Mike was peeved by his reaction and decided to go in for a rough, forced kiss himself, just like how Hopper did to him, but he slightly pushed the boy away.
“What’re you doing?!” Hopper raised his voice. All Mike could do was stare at him, trying to seduce his predator into taking a bite out of him. And it was working.
Hopper had been put on the spot, but he eventually let it all sink it and stopped fighting the feeling. His small body was appetizing and sweet. It was eye candy to any older man if they had taste. Hopper grabbed Mike and let their lips crash together once again. The feeling of his young, pink lips rubbing against his aged skin made him go rock hard. Even after the fact that Hopper tried cutting this off, Mike Wheeler always got what he wanted. His yelps made the older man grip any body part he could. He felt like he could destroy him out of natural instincts.
Hopper began to bite into Mike’s neck, making him moan a little louder.
“Ah, that hurts!”
“Yeah? You asked for it.” Hopper spat back as he broke into his skin even deeper as Mike yelped, jerking his body away from him. The younger boy looked up with a mixture of pain, fear, and, of course, attitude. Hopper leaned over the seat, towering over him, not letting him escape. Seeing Mike’s beautiful pleading eyes made his dick throb even more.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Hopper teased as he unbuckled his pants, pushing Mike’s head down in his direction of where he wanted his pleasure to be taken care of.
Mike gagged, his voice cracking in pleasurable misery. His lips gripped over Hopper’s tip until he had gripped him by the hair, forcing him to take in more. Mike let out violent gags, which only turned him on more, while his poor saliva dripped down the pulsating veins until Mike had felt salty liquids oozing down his palate.
“God, you’re amazing.”
This rang through his ears like no other praise he had gotten before. He felt so important that night. So needed and wanted.
And again, it was left at that. The car ride was silent. Calm. The sounds of the rough pavement of the road filled the awkward distance between the two. Mike's eyes were wet from earlier out of distress and constant gag reflex incidents. So much was going through his head. He shut the door, not looking in Hopper's direction while walking into his house. Hopper had watched him from the moment he got out to when he shut the front door behind him. He couldn't help but scan his body; despite how guilty he felt, he wanted Mike Wheeler. He wanted to keep him around. It pained him to know the truth deep down, but he couldn't ignore it.
Mike had gone to his room, keeping conversation short and simple with everyone in the house. He sat on his bed, staring at the blue walls that were plastered with posters staring back at him. He felt emotionless and sad, but a little content. It wasn't enough, though. Something was missing. He wasn't sure what it was, but he needed more. He needed to feel needed and wanted. Mike wasn't sure why tears ran down his cheeks so easily. Nothing made sense to him except for being touched and everything in those moments.
Chapter 2: Mouthwash
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Things felt uneasy in the morning. Mike couldn't help but stare at his ceiling for a whole hour just before his mother yelled his name from downstairs to come and eat breakfast, which thankfully broke his thoughts. The feeling he had was a mixture of feelings, like he had just done the worst thing in his entire life, and being proud of that. It gave him a weird power trip that he had never experienced before. He made Hopper do what he wanted, and he thought that was so mesmerizing. Mike had him wrapped around his finger, it seemed.
Brushing his teeth felt different. Everything felt different, even the reflection looking back at him in the bathroom mirror. The feeling of toothpaste sitting in his mouth felt different from the feeling of it foaming up inside, to the gliding of the toothbrush. Mike could feel his body get tense as his motion became violent, raging against his teeth. His mouth was dirty, and he wanted it to be as clean as possible. The hard part of the brush snagged against his gums, making him yelp just before he was forced to spit out the accumulated toothpaste. His self-conscious thoughts were broken, watching the remains go down the sink. It felt like him. The texture and sensation were identical to his. Mike casually dropped mouthwash into his mouth, swishing it around until it lost its spice, but for some reason, it just wasn't enough for Mike. He wasn't clean enough. Despite the mintiness that dressed his teeth and breath like a wedding dress, it still wasn't enough. Mike decided to go for another round of mouthwash to feel satisfied.
Mike had finally made it downstairs to the table, where his family had been halfway done with their breakfast.
"Michael, what took you so long?" Karen inquired. Mike hadn't really paid much attention, but just sat down as she took his plate and warmed it up for him. Mike felt sluggish by the time he had to actually eat something. Tedd looked at Mike with slight concern, internally judging his actions before going back to working on his crossword puzzle, which made Mike feel uneasy.
Did he know something? Did they all know something? Did Hopper tell them? Mike felt an impending doom settling in his stomach. Why was everyone so avoidant? Karen set his plate in front of him: eggs, bacon, and waffles. Karen had begun to pour syrup on his eggs. "He can do that for himself now," Tedd said, but Mike couldn't care less. He observed the syrup dripping onto the eggs slowly but surely, and then all of a sudden, it wasn't appetizing to him for the first time in his life. One of his favorite meals had suddenly twisted his stomach into knots. He wasn't sure if he should force himself to dig in or if he should start on the other parts of the meal.
Mike didn't want to eat at all.
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The party had planned to meet at Starcourt Mall. Mike rolled his bike and peddled his way, talking to the rest of the group on the walkie-talkie. It was just another normal day, except Mike had to keep telling himself that all morning til now. It should've been a normal day without having to think about it that hard. The gruesome feeling in his mouth didn't go away, and the thought of breakfast made him want to puke.
"Dude, you are always late," Lucas judged, sitting on the ledge at the front entrance with Dustin and Will.
"Whatever, c'mon, let's go."
Mike struggled to pretend that everything was okay. He was begging himself that it wasn't obvious, and it wasn't. For now.
It only got worse as the day went by. He didn't want to be around people anymore. He could feel older men glancing at his body, but he wasn't sure if it was all in his head or if it was actually happening. Maybe he wanted it to be true. His chest began to tighten up from insecurity and anxiety. It felt like malicious chains had formed inside his body, keeping him locked in the aggravated feeling of forced touch and interaction.
But what if that's what was supposed to happen? It was his fault for rejecting the attention he was receiving. If he were open to being just a little more accepting of everything, then maybe he wouldn't be feeling like shit. Maybe he would learn to be more appreciative of the limelight and to be adored. And so that's what he did. Just like a switch turning a light on in a dark room, his world was a bit brighter until he saw him.
The one who had caressed him so good that it was unforgettable, Jim Chief Hopper. He was talking to what appeared to be a group of officers. Mike couldn't help but stare at the older man, hoping that he would notice him. All of a sudden, he was desperate for his attention, and his surroundings became all but white noise. A tunnel vision of flashbacks raced through Mike's mind, and then to his body. But it was sweet and bitter like nostalgia. Just as Hopper broke eye contact with the group, he unknowingly glanced over to Mike. A spark had lit up in the little boy's brown eyes, hoping he would notice him the way he wanted him to, but instead, he was met with a troubled face, fully ignoring him. Mike's heart dropped, and the confidence that rummaged through his body quickly sizzled out.
"Mike!"
Dustin's voice broke his thoughts.
"What!?" Mike snapped.
"Do you want ice cream or not?"
"Yeah, just give me a sec."
Mike was in a pissy mood, and the party could feel it. It wasn't rare—it was actually a common occurrence—but it was annoying. Dustin looked in the direction that Mike had been glued on and brushed it off. Mike and Hopper never got along, and everyone knew that, and with the no-contact order between Mike and El, it most definitely had to have amplified the animosity.
If this was how it was going to be, then Mike was going to play along and have Hopper crawl back to his feet.
Mike purposely iced Hopper out completely, which struck his nerves. Mike knew Hopper had been catching glimpses of him now. Hopper felt like a complete creep watching Mike this closely. He didn't want to make it obvious, but it was hard, especially while Mike was grabbing each lick of ice cream with his tongue. The same tongue that had been wrapped around the tip of his dick all but last night, a fresh incident that was burned into both of their minds. It was fair to say that Mike's ego had been boosted while Hopper's had completely crumbled. Nobody could make Hopper feel so disgustingly beneath someone like Mike could. Now and then, Mike would quickly glance over to see if his manipulative tactics were successful. Hopper had been standing alone, his hand running over his head multiple times like he had been breaking a sweat every five seconds. The stressful fumes that radiated from Hopper's direction made Mike feel so powerful. He had never felt so much satisfaction in his life.
The party had gotten up, getting ready to walk around the rest of the mall like usual. As they made their way, Mike, leading the way, made sure to pass on his direction. Hopper's face was a frown in defeat and anger, like his whole world had come crashing down, watching the boy lock eye contact with him like a staring match. Seeing Mike's face plastered with satisfaction twisted his ego into little loops and knots. Mike knew exactly what he was doing, being a fucking brat, and being very good at it.
Come and get me.
And so he did.
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"Why the hell were you trying to make a scene in a public setting?" Hopper was obviously irritated, but it was expected. The two had met up behind the back parts of the mall just after ditching the party without their knowing.
"You started it-" Mike had immediately snapped back, getting defensive from the feelings of being ignored earlier. "-you keep doing this! You keep, doing things to me, and then throwing me to the side like nothing ever happened!"
"Because it shouldn't be happening!" Hopper snapped out of frustration, his voice echoing through the back of the mall, making the smaller boy jump a little, backing away. Hopper immediately regretted his actions. "I'm sorry, Mike."
"No, leave me alone-" Mike had been caught off guard by his enlarged fingers gripping his small, delicate wrist, begging him not to leave. "-let me go!" After multiple attempts of yanking and rustling, Hopper had possessively gripped his arm hard enough to harm the boy and slammed him into the wall. Tears formed in the boy's eyes as his lips had been forcibly occupied. Mike slowly gave up the fight, letting his body become a toy for him, and suddenly, nothing hurt anymore. Everything was back to the dynamic role. Hopper had taken his power back while Mike had been overthrown back to his bottom-bitch placement. He could feel the roughness of his mustache rub against his neck as he left love bites everywhere, marking his territory, but only in spots where he could see. Mike could feel his thumbs brushing against his cheeks, wiping his tears away. Hopper's breath was hot and hitched as he unbuckled his pants; the sounds of his belt rangling caused Mike's thoughts to race. Suddenly, the aftertaste of the ice cream had made him feel sick and dirty, until he had felt his body being forcefully spun and his shorts being taken off.
Hopper had gotten hard within a minute, seeing Mike's pale body in a vulnerable state.
"You're a fucking slut." Those words stuck to Mike as he felt pressure against his spot, and before he knew it, he was screaming in pain.
"Stop screaming." Hopper immediately covered Mike's mouth. Mike was extremely noisy and vocal, which Hopper absolutely loved, and it only made him louder.
Mike could feel sweat accumulating between their bodies as he felt overstimulated by the harsh thrusting. Hopper gripped the boy's black hair, making Mike moan.
"Oh, you like that?"
Hopper gripped harder as he shoved himself inside him over and over. The sounds of cum and blood slapped throughout the hall as his body shook from being violently pounded into. Mike began to shed tears again. He wasn't sure if they were tears of pleasure or agony, or both.
"I'm the one in charge. Don't forget that." Hopper's low, aggressive voice rang through Mike's ears. Hearing his own body and pathetic moans being pumped into him was humiliating at best, but he convinced himself that it was a powerful feeling. Mike was attractive enough to be fucked like the little bratty slut he was. He was desirable and needed by men who were twice his age, who probably had wives and families, but couldn't resist the feeling of dicking him down. Hopper's moans grew louder just before Mike felt warm liquid escape into his hole.
Hopper had just stolen his virginity like a thief. Mike never said yes or no, but instead went along with it. How was he going to tell people that he had his special moment ripped away from a man? His father would be utterly disappointed.
Mike's hair had been thrown out of place, and his cheeks and eyes were puffed and red, his freckles daring to show. Mike felt vulnerable and needy as he slowly put his shorts back on while watching Hopper buckle his belt back up. He could barely move, sliding down the wall and onto the floor for support. Hopper had reached for a tissue in his pocket, and for some reason, Mike thought he was going to be taken care of.
Hopper placed the tissue in Mike's lap, walking away. Mike watched the man walk off with pitiful puppy eyes filled with streams of regret and emptiness.
Foolish of him to think so fondly of a man like him.
deaddoveluvrr on Chapter 1 Mon 29 Sep 2025 08:08PM UTC
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