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The first time Jim catches Eddie Munson doing something illegal, it isn't anything crazy. It’s not for the wild satanic rumours that have been circling the kids head since his dad had gone off the deep end, or the violent vandalism some of the older folk seemed to think the kid possible of. Instead, while looking into Farmer Jones's complaint about strange movement in his woods, Jim Hopper had found one Eddie Munson tucked into the nook of a tree… smoking. Weed.

Big bug eyes stare up at him in some odd caricature of Bambi and Jim feels like he's caught a literal deer in the headlights.

"Chief... uh. oh. uh. this is tobacco, 100% tobacco, just tobacco, funny seeing you here huh, yeah I'll just get out of your hair,"

Jim doesn't budge.

"Kid. Was I born yesterday?"

The kid shakes, eyes still wide, staring up at Hopper through long curling lashes. Soft curls frame the little devil's face as Jim takes in the prey in front of him.

For all the town's talk of the Munson Kid, they never said how pretty he was. How soft and small the kid was, the only thing devilish about the kid was the way he made Jim’s pants twitch.

Normally, since this was the first infraction, Jim would have just scared the kid silly and hauled him off to his Uncle (everyone knew Al Munson was a deadbeat) to keep an eye on him. Wayne Munson’s wrath was as scary as any mother in Hawkins.

But as he shines his flashlight downwards, past those glistening eyes, down over plump pink lips and across the swan-like neck that dips as Eddie swallows – Jim finds his mouth dry with want. Especially when he peeks at that little line of skin between the thin t-shirt and jeans Munson has on.

Maybe not this time.

It'd been a long while since he'd indulged in some sin. Since something this pretty, a deer so easily caught, had come along his way with all the power in Jim’s hand.

A shiny new toy that he could play with.

"Do you even know how to smoke that kid?" he says, propping his flashlight in the bend of a branch above them, bathing them both in intimate light. It frees his hand so he can pluck the simmering joint from Eddie's fingers.

"Hey! I said it was just tobacco."

"Tobacco don't smell like soggy socks."

Eddie reaches for the joint desperately. Scrambling at Jim, all limbs and no coordination. Jim wonders if he’s like that when he’s sober, a little messy, a little floppy, a lot of bend. It tugs his shirt up, turning that line into a more enticing strip of bare skin.

"Mmmm, I asked you a question baby boy," Jim purrs as he leans forward, backing Eddie up against the tree. The kid goes easy, eyes wide again with surprise, looking up at Jim with a strange kind of wonder, submitting to his pushiness, his dominance.

"Do you even know how to smoke?"

Eddie's brows furrow and he frowns cutely at Jim, so muddled in dazed concentration that he hadn't even caught onto the pet name yet.

"Was doing fine till you showed up like a bat outta hell," he grumbles, hands curling around Jim's big one. They’re smaller, barely going round the thick of his wrist, Jim finds he likes the way they look on his skin.

"Oh? Confident aren't we? Show me then," Jim challenges.

Before Eddie can answer Jim is curling a knuckle under his chin and guiding him upwards. The boy comes easily, curling towards Jim like a moth to a flame.

Helpless. Starving.

Jim wonders why no one has even tried to snatch up this darling thing, but when he really thinks about it, he knows Hawkins is much too bothered with whats proper. Even if nothing is proper at all.

"Suck," he says firmly as he presses the still smoking joint to Eddie's lips. Watery eyes look up at him, helpless in his hold and he keeps them locked with his own as Eddie takes in the biggest drag he possibly can.

"Atta boy, see you can be good,"

Eddie whimpers through the drag, shaking like a leaf in Jim's massive grip.

"Hold," he tells him as he pulls the joint away. With his other hand he strokes at Eddie’s smooth cheek, wondering at the beauty of Al Munson's kid.

Freshly eighteen and pretty as an angel. Turning red as he follows orders like a desperate dog. Eddie’s eyes stay on him the whole time, like he’s entranced by Jim. It feeds his ego just that little bit, because while Jim’s never been starved of sexual attraction, no one has quite looked at him like he’s hung the moon like Eddie is right now.

"Let it out," Jim commands and watches as Eddie coughs out the smoke, holding onto him now for support instead of release. He lets Eddie breathe once before pressing the joint back to pink lips.

"Suck. Hold. Let it out," he commands and Eddie, oh the sweet thing, just follows.

"Again,"

and "Again."

Until Eddie's head is so hazy his eyes have lidded, his arms are loose on Jim's sleeve and his body sags like a ragdoll.

"Oh? I thought you knew how to smoke baby boy? Is that all it took? Look at you, loose as a noodle."

Eddie whines against him as Jim presses the joint to his lips.

"One more silly boy."

Eddie struggles but he sucks, he holds, and he releases. A sob escapes with the last puff of smoke.

"Good boy."

Those two words pull a whimper from the creature in his arms. Heavy limbs curl around Jim as he scoops Eddie up into his arms bridal style, collecting him carefully.

"Daddy?"

Jim does a double take, staring down at the boy in his arms because he’s sure he’s hallucinated the word. But no. Eddie stares back up at him, fingers curling into the front of Jim’s uniform, trying to grasp even with no strength. His eyes water, his lip wobbles and all of a sudden he really does look like the baby boy Jim’s been calling him.

"Daddy, I'm sorry Daddy."

If that doesn't just break Jim's heart.

"Oh sweet boy, it’s alright. Daddy's just teaching you a lesson. You be good and let Daddy take care of you."

Eddie whines, scrabbling to put his arms around Jim's big shoulders as he carries the kid back to his cruiser. It's easy enough to slide the slippery thing into the back seat and more than easy to tug the legs of his jeans and expose Eddie’s lower half.

"Daddy," the sweet thing slurs, knees folding close.

"C'mon baby boy, I think the best way you can make it up to Daddy is if you let him play with you," Jim says, gently prying open pale legs, black hair only dusting Eddie’s calves.

Eddie only whines and tugs his knees close, batting at Jim. So Jim slides one hand into his hair and brings his other down on a pale cheek. The slap is so sharp it knocks all the emotion out of Eddie. His knees go limp and his head lolls to the side. Eyes staring unseeingly into the back of the front seat. He chokes out a sound, pretty even in his pain. Jim licks his lips, Eddie looks so fucking pretty smacked good.

"Be good baby, be good for Daddy."

Hopper yanks down the grey musty boxers to finally reach his prize.

Only to find a slit with a rather engorged clit than a dick.

God. Could the night be any more perfect?

"Oh baby. Is that what you were scared of? Scared to show me this pretty pussy."

Eddie cries, still cradling his cheek. "M' a boy."

"Never said you weren't, but this sure as heck is a pussy and Daddy loves a good boy pussy."

"What?"

Jim slides his hands down pale thighs, widening them as he goes, his thumbs pressing against the fat folds of Eddie's black haired pussy. He pries open those pink lips to reveal the prettiest hole.

"Some boys have cocks and some boys have pussies. You're still a boy, I like pretty boys, especially the ones with pussies," Jim tells him, thumbing at that pulsing hole. It's leaking, winking at Jim. It's the most enticing thing he's ever seen. Eddie’s little cock even jerks as Jim slides his fingers up and down through the slick wet folds, relaxing the boy, exciting the boy.

"I have a boy pussy?" Eddie asks, curiously.

"Oh definitely. This is a boy's pussy. You know why?" Jim asks, folding the sleeve of his uniform up.

"Why Daddy?" Eddie asks, scared, but wet, so wet and hot and turned on and high that he doesn't care.

"Because it can take a good beating," he says, bringing his palm down right on top of it.

Skin meets skin in the wettest clap and Eddie curls up in an arch, screaming silently into the darkness. His mouth opens but no sound comes except a wheeze from the back of his throat. Yeah, Eddie looks good smacked Jim thinks.

"Yep. that's a boy pussy, look at that, taking my hand so well,"

Eddie rolls with the pain, writhes as Jim brings his hand down, again, and again, and again relentlessly.

"Daddy! PLEASE!" Eddie squeals, squirming with no where to go. He jerks back along the seat but the door stops him and Jim just follows, smacking in quick sharp succession.

"Mmm, no I think you need to accept it. Tell me, what is this?" Jim says, taking Eddie's folds between his fingers and squeezing. Holding that pussy, pinching that little cock together. Eddie chokes, body convulsing.

"DADDY."

"What is it, baby boy?"

"PUSSY!"

"Who's pussy?" Jim repeats, slapping down and yanking the pussy again.

"MINE MINE MINE MINE,"

"C'mon baby, say it properly. It's your what?"

"IT'S MY BOY PUSSY, DADDY PLEASE,"

Jim grins and lets go, Eddie's body shaking and curling, pussy reddening and plumping.

"Good boy! Now, do you know what else boy pussies can do?"

Eddie shakes his head, eyes red, tears streaming down his face, yet there’s desire there, there’s want there. His legs don’t close, they shake where they're splayed around Jim’s hips, spread obscenely to show off that reddening abused pussy.

Eddie’s so floppy that Jim can't help but smile at how loose this little angel is. He's definitely not letting this one go. He's going to take what he's due and then he's going to keep him. His pretty boy with a pretty pussy.

"You don't know?" Jim says, sliding over the boy again.

Eddie gurgles, blinking up at Jim, too far gone to do anything except lie there at his mercy. Black curls stick to his sweaty forehead, the rest splayed out around his head like a halo, proving Jim’s angel theory right. Pink lips try to form words, but only whines come out.

Jim lines his cock up, rock hard and solid, right to that wet pussy, those pink folds swallowing him immediately trying to get him in.

"They take a cock whole, no warm up," Jim says into Eddie’s ear.

The plunge is so tight that Jim has to try very hard not to cum yet. Eddie's eyes pop out of their socket, his small ring-clad fingers dig into Jim's shoulders, and his mouth opens up in a perfect 'o'.

"See. That's what boy pussy's do," Jim says, hard cock throbbing inside the tightest hole he's ever had. Tighter than the boys he used to fool around with, tighter than any woman he’s been with recently. So tight, he’s sure he’s just punched through Eddie’s virginity. He curls his arms around Eddie's head, holding him, cradling him as he tests the newly broken pussy out. It's warm and clenching around him and Eddie's making the smallest sounds. Little chokes, bitten of gasps, he just puffs against Hopper’s hold.

"Be a good boy, take my cock,"

Through his haze, Eddie nods, he holds on and he lets Jim force his way into his body. Jim feels the way that tight pussy blooms against his cock, the way it opens up inside, so warm and ruffled and delicious. He can’t wait to taste it.

Every plunge punches a grunt from Eddie, knocking him into Jim’s hold, stroking him from the inside, pain and pleasure muddled together by the weed. He lets this man take from him what he wants, his virginity, his tight cunt, his body, his soul.

"That's it, god you were born for this baby boy. Fucking made to take cock like this, built for someone like me to take. How does it feel to know you've got the best boy pussy around. Fucking perfect this hole, glorious, god yeah fuck take it," Jim grunts and fucks in so roughly the cruiser jerks along.

Eddie takes, takes it all.

He cries and he holds and he whines but in the end the moans take his whole body over and the pretty thing is convulsing under him in the best way.

"Daddy's got you Eddie, got you deep in your pussy, gonna keep you real good little angel." Jim promises as he grunts right into the smaller body.

"Daddeeeeee!"

That wail sends Jim over the edge and he floods the warm pink walls inside with his seed.

"Yesss, fuck, fuuuuuuck, good fucking boy."

Eddie lies there, a changed man, a fucked man, so high that he can see little bursting lights in his vision as his orgasms continues to shake him. He floats and floats and floats even as Jim fucks him again, the pretty thing moaning cutely with it.

When Jim is spent he takes one of those puffy nipples into his mouth and thinks about how he’s going to steal Eddie away. Though he gets the feeling that Eddie would come if beckoned.

Silly Boy.

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It makes his cheeks pink and his already throbbing pussy pulse with a heat he doesn't fully understand. Chief Hopper had fuck the virginity right out of him last night so hard and fast that Eddie's brain, high as a kite, had ascended to another plane of existence.

He should hate the man.

He doesn’t.

In fact, he wants more.

Wakes up with a craving so strong he needs to smoke it off into the cold morning air. Hopper must have brought him home, changed him and put him to bed. More than his own father had ever done for him and it made something burn inside Eddie.

Made his heart skip a little beat.

He felt... cared for. Strangely, considering the man had taken advantage of him. Had gotten him so high he couldn’t fight back, had plunged into his tight hole like it didn’t matter. Instead Eddie only feels a tugging want in his chest. He’d felt good. Through the pain there had been so much pleasure, so much weight lifted off him that instead of a mess, he felt refreshed. No one had ever made Eddie feel so right. No one had looked at his body and told him that he was a boy, straight to his face. Had never reassured him without argument.

How fucked up was it that a man more than half his age older than him could make him feel more settled in his body while plundering it.

Boy pussy.

The word appeared, the ghost of his own screaming voice, bouncing around in his head so hard it hurt. It followed him as he got up, as he got breakfast, ravenous from both the weed and the sex.

It followed him as he got in the shower, washing away the remnants of the night that started to feel realer the more he explored his body. Especially when Hopper's cum had queefed out of his pussy, trailing white all the way down his thighs.

He was on birth control, but watching the white tendrils something inside him wondered if Hopper had wanted to breed him.

It followed him as he headed to school, as he trudged through the day, lingered as he made loud with friends and bumped jocks in hallways.

It thrummed under his skin every time he sat down, every time he stretched, every time his legs split too far. The burning ache of his boy pussy reminded him of the night he'd had. Had him thinking of the way strong hands had made him feel small and large at the same time.

How the word Daddy had so easily slipped from his lips.

Nothing compared to the way his new Daddy had claimed his boy pussy, fucked in so hard and fast that no other cock could compare, no other cock had taken him that way.

It followed him as he drove along the empty street, the world a haze. Even as sirens filled the air, even as the man himself appeared in the window of his van.

"Wobbling along the road there sweetheart, are you alright?" Hopper asks as Eddie rolls down the window. Eddie stares at him, Boy Pussy, Silly Boy and Daddy floating around his head, making it hazy.

"Daddy," he breathes, unable to help himself. He needs… he doesn't know what he needs but he knows he needs and Hopper can give it to him. Eddie's always been the one taking care of shit, always the one manning the ships, leading the flock, the first to shout out on the tables, the one to take care of the house since his mother died.

Now that he'd had a taste of what real care was like, he didn't even know how to function.

"Oh baby boy, you're looking a little lost there. Have you been lost without Daddy?" Hopper coos, leans over his window, seals over the light to look down at Eddie who's lips tremble.

"Daddy, need you,"

Hopper's hand dips into the van, slides right over one of Eddie's tits and cups it through his t-shirt. It's soft, warm and somehow incredibly comforting. Eddie gasps into it, head lolling back.

"Oh silly boy, it's only been a day, you can't even last that long? It's alright. Daddy's here."

Eddie whines, curls into Hopper's hand, tries to show him how his body isn't cooperating, even without the drugs in him. Hopper just huffs out a laugh and pats him right on the nipple.

"Alright. Can you drive out to this address? Safely? That's all I need you to do baby. Just drive to Daddy's."

Eddie nods, looking at the face smiling down at him. The only time he's not been scared to have been pulled over by a cop.

"Yes Daddy," he finds the words flowing easily from his lips.

Made better when Hopper grins at him and whispers a "Good Boy," along his cheek.

Eddie's brain goes into autopilot the whole ride to the address Hopper had given him. He drove slow and steady, eager to show Hopper how good he can be, how he can follow orders.

He's never in his life wanted to follow orders, especially not a cop, but it's Hopper. It's Daddy. His brain has latched onto this new guardian, this new guide with fierce claws and won't let go.

Can't let go of the high that Hopper is letting him taste.

One that doesn't need drugs at all.

One that's warm.

Violent and warm all at the same time.

Hopper's hard spanks and violent fucking had also come with soft hands and comforting words and Eddie's body was ablaze with a need for more.

More of his Daddy.

It was strange how the word didn't bother him. He'd never called his own father that. Dad at most, never daddy. He'd never thought he'd want to call any man that. Never thought he'd be swayed by a man so much older than him.

Yet here he was, standing on Chief Jim Hopper's front step, waiting to be let in so that he could be swayed more. He knew he was being manipulated, but Eddie found it hard to care.

For once, he wasn't free falling without a safety net. For once someone was trying to catch him, hold him, support him and he was desperate.

So starved of attention aside from his own Uncle who wasn't even free most of the time, that he'd find it at the feet of a corrupt cop.

The door swung open before he could even knock and Eddie was pulled inside by two strong arms under his pits, like a child. Hopper places him right in front of the sofa and flops back down on it. Eddie peeks around at the trailer. It's obvious a bachelor lives there, messier than Wayne.

He can tell Hopper's cleaned up for him though and that makes something curl in Eddie's belly. He's not been met with such anticipation in so long, it's nice that Hopper even made the effort.

He looks down then, at the large man spread out on the sofa.

In the light, without the haze of his high, he can see Hopper properly, and can take in the man that plowed through his virginity last night like an enraged bull.

The sheer power of the thrusts last night still rang through his body.

There's a beer on the sofa arm and Hopper's still got his uniform on but his shirt untucked and open, his knees spread wide, belly hanging free. It’s somehow the hottest thing Eddie’s ever seen. The sheer power radiating from the man. It makes his body twitch.

"Strip pretty boy. First rule of Daddy’s house is that silly boys need to be naked unless Daddy says so," Hopper orders, snapping his fingers as he brings a lit cigarette to his lips. Eddie watches the smoke curl and reaches down without even protesting.

There’s not a single cell in Eddie’s body protesting.

He knows how to put on a show, knows how to rile up a crowd, and freak out the general populace of Hawkins. He’s the freak, that’s his whole schtick. He performs as Dungeon Master, as guitarist, as loser extraordinaire. What’s one more performance as Daddy’s Silly Boy?

But it’s quiet here. In the middle of nowhere, out by the lake. It’s only Hopper, his new Daddy, eyes fixed on Eddie like he’s a cold can of beer he wants to lick and down. It’s different, the intensity of the moment has Eddie stalling.

So he shrugs his shoulders and shucks his jacket. Get’s the ball going.

No one has asked Eddie to strip before, no one has tried to get him naked and he can feel himself get giddy with the feeling. Hopper wants to see him, see all of him. He reaches down to the hem of his Hellfire t-shirt and drags it up his torso, letting it catch against his nipples, gasping into the feeling.

Hopper blows more smoke and grins "That's it baby boy, show off for Daddy," he encourages, his other hand sliding down to cup himself through his slacks. Curls around that huge bulge that Eddie still hasn’t seen but he’s had inside him.

Eddie tilts his head to one side as he brings up his arms to pull that t-shirt up, his tits pop out, jiggling only slightly with how small they are. His breath hitches when Hopper groans at the sight of his exposed nipples.

"God you're gorgeous, look at those puffy little things," like he’s giving commentary for a sport. Eddie lets his t-shirt fall to the floor as well. He shivers, even though there's no wind, as Hopper blatantly stares at his chest.

"Really Daddy? Do you like them?" Eddie asks, shy, always a little sensitive about his nipples, never wanting to take his shirt off, even though no one could really tell they were tits. Too many harsh words as kids had left him uncharacteristically shy about his body.

"Course baby, look at them, you've got perfect little boy tits," Hopper says, his hand massaging his own bulge, sliding the hand to cup down on the heard.

"Thank you Daddy," Eddie whispers, flush with pleased embarrassment. He's never had anyone really compliment him. He's always been too rough, too odd, too weird, too loud, too annoying. No one said nice things about Eddie Munson.

His fingers slide down to the hem of his jeans, plucking at his belt, snapping it open and sliding it out.

Fingers deftly pinch off the button and slide back around to shimmy his painted nails into his pants. Hopper's eyes are glued to his hips, shining as Eddie slides his jeans down and Hopper can see he's not wearing anything underneath.

"Fuck baby boy."

Eddie pushes, lets his jeans glide over the thick of his thighs and drop past his calves right to his feet. He toes off his shoes and steps out of the circle of his jeans.

Bare except for his socks.

When he goes to pick them off, Hopper shakes his head, "Cute, leave 'em on,"

Hopper takes another drag of his cigarette and takes in Eddie, standing bare and pale in the yellow glow of his trailer.

Eddie can feel his eyes travel across his naked body, over his puffy nipples, across the demon tattoo on his chest. It dips with the intake of breath he takes under the intense scrutiny.

They travel along his pubic hair, trailing the fuzz over his still sore and puffy pussy lips, the ones that Eddie could still feel the ghost of Hopper's fingers squeezing and yanking.

The ones that he'd split with his cock.

"There you are baby boy, aren't you just the prettiest fucking thing."

Eddie's shy, he doesn't know why, he's never really been shy. "Not what everyone else says."

"I'm not everyone else am I? Who am I, baby?"

Eddie swallows, his belly clenching, his hole growing warm.

"Daddy,"

Hopper smiles, wide and nasty.

"Who's Daddy?"

Eddie shuffles on his feet, his nipples perking from the cold, his pussy getting wetter.

"My Daddy," he says, quietly, hoping it's true, wanting it to be true.

Hopper pops up, cigarette still in hand, and towers over Eddie.

"I sure am and I'm the only person who's say should matter baby boy. You're mine now, I took that pussy last night, could feel it, your virginity split right over me, and I ain't letting ya go. You got that silly boy?"

Eddie feels trickles leak down his thighs, feels his sore clit and bruised pussy throb. Feels his heart swell in some perverse love for this possessive man cupping his face and pinching his puffed nipple.

"Yes. All yours Daddy."

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Jim can feel the boy tremble under his hand, can feel that pattering heartbeat through the swell of his small tits. Eddie Munson looks up at him with the shiniest goddamn eyes he’s ever seen and they make him want to burn the world at this boy’s feet. They make him want to ravage him until he cries too.

“Was I right?” he asks, taking another drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out between them.

Eddie blinks at him questioningly and it makes him want. He twists the red nipple between his fingers and Eddie lets out a delicious yelp. With that sound comes a look, one that Jim wants to sear into his memory with all the other delightful expressions that Eddie has made. Doe eyes squint, his red lips part in a cry and his chin tilts up towards Jim, it’s exquisite to watch the boy curl in pain and pleasure under his fingers. 

“Did I take your virginity Eddie?” Jim asks, tugging that nipple up further and further until Eddie’s hands are on him and his feet lift onto his tippy toes. 

“AH– shit fuck, Hopper, please, OW!” 

“Answer me baby boy,” Jim says, pinching harder as Eddie cries and struggles. 

“YES! Yes yes yes Daddy, please, please it hurts! You took my virginity! Fuck,” Eddie cries out. Jim releases the nipple and Eddie drops, right to the floor in a sniffling little pile. It’s fucking precious. 

“Hurts?” Jim asks, blowing smoke down onto his boy who looks up at him with wet eyes. Eddie nods, hand clutching his tit, it looks big in his small hands, the reddened nipple swelling out, peeking out of its inverted hood. 

“But you like it, don't you silly boy? You like that Daddy hurts you, don’t you,” Jim says as he kicks Eddie’s feet apart, forcing him to flop backwards against the chair behind him. Eddie’s legs fall open, exposing that red little cock and boy pussy to Jim again and he licks his lips at how ravaged it still looks. How it’s begging for more. 

Eddie looks up at him through his bangs, pretty eyes begging, for what he’s not sure. “Answer Eddie,” Jim warns, holding his cigarette deliberately over Eddie’s cock. 

“Yes! Yes Daddy, I like it,” Eddie says, scrambling up, away from the line of cigarette ash.

“Say it for me baby boy,” Jim says, taking a step closer, towering over the boy, standing between his legs. He lifts his shoe and presses down the front part of it onto Eddie’s cock. Those small tits dance as Eddie’s breathing quickens, the threat of his cock being crushed very really all of a sudden. 

“I like it when Daddy hurts me,” Eddie breathes, eyes fixed on the shoe pressing down on him. Jim steps down harder, until Eddie’s eyes close in pain, little face scrunching up in agony as his cock is crushed, still healing from yesterday. Eddie’s mouth opens up in a pathetic warble as Jim presses harder. 

“That’s it. Look at that. You’ll just take it. You don’t even fight back, just sit there and let me. That’s what makes you such a good boy. Bet if I took off my shoe right now I could just slip my foot inside that boy pussy. Look at you, getting my shoe wet,” Jim growls. 

Sure enough when he lifts the shoe, thin tendrils stretch between the two. 

“Dirty,” he slaps his shoe back down “Little,” presses hard and watches Eddie claw at the sofa “Boy.” Jim taps his shoe against Eddie's cock. 

Eddie jerks with it, mouth open, head thrown back and drool leaking down the side of his jaw.

“God you're beautiful aren't you. Just melting right into it. Daddy is so lucky to get such a good boy,” Jim crouches down and takes a good long drag before gripping Eddie's jaw and bringing their lips together.

He blows smoke right into his limp boy's lips and the pretty thing chokes.

“Pretty pretty pretty, I am going to ruin you, but I'm going to take care of you. That’s what you want Eddie isn't it?” Jim says, letting the smoke billow between them.

“Please Daddy. All yours Daddy,” he says, fingers clinging.

“Ain't that right,” Jim says, smiling as he hoists the naked boy up against him, cupped to him in one arm like he would a kid. Eddie scrambles for purchase, flopping onto Jim once he sits down on the sofa. Eddie balances himself on Jim's thick thigh, legs spread over each side, pussy pressed against his pants. His cock rests right on his thigh. 

“I'm so glad you gave me your virginity baby boy, such a nice thing to do. But now that  you're mine, I've got some rules we need to go through,” Jim tells him, blowing smoke over his boy, making him blink his dazed eyes up at him where he rests on Jim's shoulder.

“Rules?”

Jim brushes long curls away from Eddie's face, clearing those big eyes so he can look at him properly. “Yep. Rules for silly boys who don't know how to take care of themselves. You already heard one,” Jim says, pressing a kiss to Eddie forehead, one that has the boy tipping his head up for more.

“Silly boys need to be naked unless Daddy says so.” 

Jim smiles and kisses Eddie’s forehead again, kisses his whole face until Eddie’s smiling. 

“Such a good boy! Daddy will give you four rules first because your head is so full of Daddy right now, isn’t it?” 

Eddie nods, looking up at Jim with wonder.

“Rule number two. You will always address me as Daddy when you step into this cabin. Outside you may not be able to, but here I am your Daddy and you will respect it.” As he talks, Jim slides his hands down over Eddie’s body, feeling out his curves in a leisurely way. It makes the boy squirm, wiggling his cock onto Jim's pants. He thinks about making the boy hump it, but he's got other plans.

“Yes Daddy.” 

“Rule number three, you will obey me under this roof, let Daddy take care of everything. All you have to do is obey Daddy. If you don’t, Daddy will punish you,” Jim says with a pat to Eddie’s pert bottom. It fits just right into the palm of his hand. A nice curve for such a small ass, Jim can't wait to make it red. He can't wait to make a pattern on it with lines of purple. Can't wait to make Eddie scream.

Eddie swallows and looks at him with nervous eyes. “Yes Daddy,” he says. They both know that Eddie is going to break that rule. Eddie's good now, but Jim knows that he's going to toe the line, knows that inside his good boy there is a brat, a brat that is just too distracted by novelty and pleasure right now to act out.

"Rule number four, this is a very important rule, you must always be honest with Daddy. This goes for anything and everything, Daddy will be honest with you, as long as you are honest with Daddy," Jim tries to imprint into Eddie the importance of this rule. Sure he threw Eddie in the deep end, yanked him under the water, but he also wants this to be as open as he can.

What semblance of sense he has left.

Eddie blinks up at him with big bambi eyes and Jim cannot believe how lucky he's gotten. Still cannot believe that no one scooped up this gorgeous gem. All Eddie needed was some refining and Jim was going to do his best polishing.

"Yes Daddy," Eddie breathes, chest heaving, body shivering, little cock pressed into Jim's pants.

Jim cups Eddie's face with both hands, cigarette still hanging between his fingers. "What a good good good boy, you're Daddy's good boy aren't you. God look at how precious you are, crying like a baby because of Daddy," Jim coos.

Eddie's breath picks up, chest stuttering. "Yes Daddy, yes. I'm a good boy. Please."

"Please what baby? What do you want? You want Daddy to hurt you more? Is that what you need?" Jim says, fingers squeezing down, tightening around Eddie's slim throat. For all the fear in his eyes, Eddie goes limp and relaxed as Jim's fingers close over his neck.

"Yes Daddy," he rasps as his throat closes under tight fingers.

"Fuck you're so good," Jim curses.

He throws the boy down onto the floor, drags him up by the ass, pressing Eddie's shoulders and tits into the floor. "Daddy?" Eddie questions, bracing himself against the unforgiving floor.

"Daddy's got another virginity to take. Took your cute little boy pussy yesterday, now Daddy's going to take your ass baby boy, won't be complete otherwise," Jim explains as he pulls his cock out of his underwear, slaps it down on Eddie's pert ass like a slab of meat.

Eddie jerks with it, but stays where he is. His fingers are clawing slightly at the floor and his head is turned to the side, curiously looking over his shoulder. Jim taps his cock along Eddie's crack, letting the boy feel it's weight, feel Jim's weight. Then the older man leans back and pushes Eddie's ass out a bit more, spreading lightly furry cheeks apart to take a better look at the hole he'd ravaged yesterday.

"Aw look at your little pussy, it's all red. Is it sore baby? Did Daddy ruin your boy pussy?"

Eddie whines as Jim slides a finger right into his bruised hole without preamble. "It's sore Daddy. Hurts. It's so empty," Eddie says.

Jim barks out a laugh.

"Course it is baby, it's Daddy's little hole, needs Daddy's cock to be whole," Jim tells him as he fucks in his finger hard, getting it as wet as possible.

Eddie grunts against each finger thrust, whining steadily now.

"Daddy. Daddy please, Daddy want your cock," Eddie begs.

Jim slides fingers into dark curls and grips Eddie's head hard, pinning it to the ground as he fucks his other hand into the boy's pussy harder. Eddie's legs are trembling, his ass is shaking, his mouth open with drool pooling below him.

"Shhh baby, Daddy's not going to fuck your boy pussy. I'm just getting my fingers wet with your pretty cunt. Asses don't self-lubricate," Jim says into Eddie's ear as he fucks in hard with his fingers.

Eddie's hands are scrambling against the floor, he's clawing at the wood, throwing one back to grab at Jim like he could even stop him. "Oh oh oh Daddy, oh, oh my god Daddy I need to, Daddy I'm going to pee Daddy please stop oh no no no."

Eddie convulses on the spot as Jim's fingers don't slow, digging into the spot he knows will make the younger man squirt.

"C'mon baby boy, let it go," he grunts and just as he grips Eddie's head and presses down into that boy pussy, Eddie shoots.

His whole body goes taut and the sound he lets out is almost animalistic as liquid shoots out of his pussy. It drenches Jim's fingers, his thigh, and his floor.

"What a messy fucking boy, look at this fucking mess Eddie," Jim says as he pulls his fingers from that still convulsing pussy. Eddie sobs into the floor, embarrassed and shy. He trembles as Jim slides his slick fingers up to Eddie's tight little furled hole.

"Sorry Daddy, m'sorry, didn't mean to pee," Eddie sobs.

"That's not pee baby boy. That's ejaculate. You're a boy aren't you? Boys ejaculate silly," Jim says as he massages the boy's own squirt into his ass. He kneads the hole, willing it to relax. He wants it to unfurl just enough for him to get his dick in without ripping it apart. But no more than that.

Eddie's looking up at him again, eyes wet, face a mess, hair sticking to his cheeks. "It's not pee?"

Jim smiles down at his precious boy. "No baby, it's not," he says as Eddie relaxes. Just as that hole opens, Jim slides his wet cock right into it.

Eddie screams as that fat dick pops into his hole.

Jim grins.