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[bowiebond]

Two Rules, Boy

A Jonathan x Neil oneshot ☠️

CW: Neil. Neil is a fucking warning. Consensual turned dub/noncon, underage Jonathan (17), daddy issues, spanking, virgin bottom Jonathan, forced cum eating, blowjobs, gagging, little to no prep, painful sex, crying, blood, violence, degradation, implied incest & SA, Past Child Abuse, infidelity (Jancy), slurs

Set post Billy’s death, pre Byers move

It was a chance meeting. It could have been anyone for either of them. Maybe that’s just how fate is. A cruel prankster who thinks they’re just so funny.

“You look a little young for this place.” Jonathan flinched from where he had been staring at his drink. It tasted awful, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish it despite buying it. It smelt like the cheap shit his dad used to down like water.

He was dressed casually. Deep blue and black flannel with specks of white from the plaid design, tucked into dark jeans secured with a belt. Jonathan mistook him for any other small town guy. A well groomed trucker maybe since he had hands that weren’t blackened with grease.

“I’m old enough.” Jonathan spared a small smile, gesturing to his drink as if that would sell his lie. He had eye bags that could put a thirty year old nightshift worker to shame. That was his ID into these places.

He sipped the drink and tried not to grimace at the burn in the back of his throat, the taste that killed any feeling in his tongue for a few seconds.

“Still. You look young. You shouldn’t be in a place like this.”

Jonathan knew that. It was a hotspot for gay guys, the occasional lesbian. It was the only one near Hawkins and Jonathan shouldn’t be here. Mostly because he had a girlfriend but he’s been considering breaking up with her ever since his mom announced the move to California. He didn’t know if he could do long distance. He didn’t know if he could even afford college in a years time, especially not the one Nancy wanted them to go to.

Everything was changing again and Jonathan would suffer through it without complaint like he did when they left Lonnie behind, but it didn’t mean he had to like being uprooted again when he had something good here this time. Or decent at least. California might be hell. Or better. Jonathan didn’t know and it hurt to even think about, so he stopped. He chucked his drink back and swallowed, screwing his eyes shut when they burned a little. He cleared his throat and felt a little dizzy from how quickly he downed it.

“If you know what this place is, then you shouldn’t be reprimanding me for being here.” Jonathan looked at him, his dark moustache and strong jaw, short cropped hair. Looked like the authoritarian type. Probably did time in the military from the way he stood, back straight, chin jutted ever so slightly. He didn’t look relaxed at all, and Jonathan couldn’t tell if that was just him or something else.

He offered him a tight smile.

“You shouldn’t be disrespectful to your elders. Your father didn’t teach you manners, boy?”

“My names Jonathan. And no. My dad was a useless drunk.” He was more than that, worse when he delved into the details, but he wasn’t going to spill his sob story to this man. In this kind of place, you had two goals. Get shitfaced, and get laid.

“We have one thing in common.” His smile looked a little more genuine this time, if a bit resentful, lips closed, stretched thin. He took a sip of his whiskey.

“Your dad was a drunk too?”

“Only reason I never overindulged in anything that wasn’t a red or white.”

“I’m not much of a drinker either.” Jonathan looked away to the floor, leaning an elbow on the bar. He jumped when the older man moved it off, calloused hand holding his elbow.

“Never heard the phrase, ‘elbows off the table’?”

“Does it count if it’s a bar?” Jonathan was tempted to shake him off, but it wasn’t bad. His hand was warm against his knobbly elbow. He had left his jacket in the car since it was still hot out, even in the evening it was humid.

“You really have no respect, do you?” He chuckled, shaking his head and taking another sip.

“I only respect people who earn it.”

“That’s a dangerous line to walk on, boy.”

“Not every adult deserves respect off the bat.” Jonathan said before he could think on the chance that separating himself from adulthood was not a good look, but the older man said nothing, just pursed his lips.

“You really shouldn’t come to places like this. You can’t get yourself a girlfriend?”

“Can’t screw the queer out of me, unfortunately.” He drawled sarcastically and he chuckled, seeming to be amused.

“If only. World would be a better place.” Jonathan’s stomach roiled at the way he phrased, but refrained from fight him on it. If this guy had demons to deal with, that wasn’t his business. For once, he wasn’t going to try to fix the broken thing in front of him. He’s not very good at fixing things. Only the occasional pep talk.

“What are you here for then?”

“Someone younger.” He looked out into the crowd as he said it, sipping his whiskey, and Jonathan felt a faint kick of arousal in his gut when his dark eyes caught his over the glass in the dim bar. The lanky brunet swallowed and shifted on his feet. “And you?”

“…Someone older.” He couldn’t meet his eyes when he said it, turning back to his empty glass with his elbows propped up on the bar. His back straightened when a warm hand ran up it, inhaling sharply. He smelt like aftershave and old spice as he stood behind him, close enough for his skin to buzz with anticipation but for nothing to touch.

With a small tug, he brought his elbow off the bar, his forearms resting against it instead as the older man ran his hands up his arms and squeeze his shoulders.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He murmured, a touch disapproval in his tone, and Jonathan’s ears burned.

“Sorry.” It’s quick, hushed, and the other doesn’t back away. Jonathan’s glad for it. He’s not much shorter than the older man, but the guys still bigger. Once upon a time, that made him anxious, made him scared.

Now, it made the blood rush down south. He could feel his cock filling slowly, creating a bulge in his loose jeans. He sent a silent apology to the heavens, his mother and Nancy for what he was about to do.

He licked his lips nervously and turned his head to get a glance at him.

“You never told me your name.” He needed a name, something to call him by.

The older man squeezed his shoulders once more, dropping his hands from his shoulders to his waist with a soft sigh that made Jonathan shiver.

“Neil. But you’ll call me ‘sir’.” Jonathan’s cock was fully hard now, and distracting, especially with the way it twitched at the title. Better than daddy. Jonathan had enough issues.

“Okay.” Jonathan said softly and Neil gripped his waist tighter.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay…sir.” The word was foreign on his tongue, but he spoke it softly and Neil’s grip eased.

“Good. Come with me.” Jonathan wondered how many times he had been here to know where he wanted to take him, but he followed obediently, trying awkwardly to conceal his erection from the rest of the bar.

The bathroom was stuffy, but currently empty, and Jonathan was thankful because once Neil guided him into one of the only stalls with a functioning lock, he didn’t know how well he could stifle his voice. He had never done anything public like this. He skin was alight with nerves, watching at Neil locked the door. He rolled his shoulders back, dropping them and turning around to face Jonathan.

“Your father didn’t teach you proper manners. So I’ll do it for him.” Neil took his jaw in hand, not gentle but not harsh. Jonathan flexed it beneath his fingers, gaze caught by intense dark eyes.

“I’ve never done this before.” Jonathan admitted, mouth moving before he could process it. “With a guy, I mean.” He quickly corrected.

“I’m not a ‘guy’, boy.” Neil’s grip grew tighter. “I’m a man.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled, the word slipping out without a second thought. It was like his mouth and his brain were losing connection the longer he was alone with him.

“Sorry, what?” He clenched his jaw, stern, and Jonathan stood taller in reaction to it.

“Sorry, sir.” He remedied and Neil eased his touch. It still ached, under his skin. He hadn’t felt such firm hands on him in years.

Neil’s worn hand slid forward and down, exploring the expanse of his pale throat. It clicked when Jonathan swallowed, the lightest pressure leaving him breathless.

“I have two things I pride myself in, boy.” Jonathan’s not sure if Neil even remembered his name. “Respect, and responsibility. Say it for me.”

Jonathan licked his dry lips as Neil’s hand rested upon the base of his throat, atop his collarbone.

“Respect and responsibility.”

“I’ll teach you the easy one first.” Neil touched his shoulder and applied pressure. Jonathan followed after a moment of confusion, flames igniting from the crackling wood in his belly. With one knee to the tiles, and then the other following, he was at Neil’s feet, cock beading pre inside his boxers.

Neil’s hand came up to his hair, sinking his fingers into the locks. Jonathan raised his gaze to the bulge in Neil’s dark jeans, stomach clenching as his cock throbbed.

“Taking responsibility.” He tightened his grip on his hair and raised Jonathan off his heels to bring him closer to his taunt zipper. Jonathan stared a moment, cheeks tingling before he looked up at Neil. The elder looked at him expectantly. “Go on. Get it out.”

Jonathan shifted, trying to ease the pressure of his cock as he reached up to unbuckle Neil’s belt. It felt like forever, pulling the leather free from the first loop, then pulling the clip from the hole and out the other loop. He doesn’t bother removing the belt entirely, and Neil doesn’t ask him to. He glanced up anxiously before flicking his gaze back to his task, unbuttoning the jeans with trembling fingers.

He was nervous, mostly. He hadn’t done this before. On a man, at least. Nancy liked his mouth, but then again, it was easier to make her come that way then to get wrist cramps trying to clumsily finger her. He pulled the zipper down and found his mouth beginning to water as he took in the thick cock trapped in white underwear. Neil was bigger than him. Jonathan felt that maybe, he should be miffed, but instead he was burning beneath his itchy clothing.

He tugged the waistband of the underwear and jeans lower, just enough for the cock to spring free. It was thick, brushing six inches, and hung low, off to the right. Jonathan swallowed hard, Neil’s hand running through his hair to push it back from his face. He looked up and Neil’s expression was impassive at best.

“Go on. You’re an adult, aren’t you? You must have an idea of what you do next.” Jonathan did, but he was looking for encouragement, instruction more so than taunting, yet it didn’t kill his arousal. Only heightened it. God, he must have a loose screw in his head.

He was seventeen about to blow a man who had to be about his own fathers age in a public bathroom. His mother would throw a fit.

“Hey. If I ask you a question, you answer.”

“Yes — sir.” Jonathan tacked the word on last second. “Sorry, sir.”

Jonathan placed a hand on his thigh, steading himself, and wrapped his hand around his cock. Neil let out a low, pleased hum, and it tickled up Jonathan’s spine, cheeks growing ruddy. He stroked the length, base to tip, and parted his lips to press an open mouthed kiss to the tip. Start small. Work his way through.

A kiss to the crown, a lick along the underside, a soft suckle of the slit that tasted of bitterness. He could take his time. Neil was growing impatient though, and Jonathan could feel it in the tightening of the grip in his hair. He groaned softly and reached up to ease it, but he pried his hand away.

“Your approach won’t get you anywhere, boy. Responsibility is to be taken on without hesitation.” Jonathan grimaced as Neil let go to adjust his hold on the younger’s head. He took his cock in his other hand and tapped it to Jonathan’s pink lower lip. Jonathan shyly parted his lips, apprehensive about his skills.

Neil glided onto his tongue with ease and Jonathan opened his mouth wider to accommodate his girth, eyes falling shut as he focused on the hot flesh filling his mouth. Jonathan pinched his brows when Neil kept going past his mouth, brushing his gag reflexes and making the younger flinch back. His hand was firm though and Jonathan made a sound of protest as the older man began to rock his hips.

It was fine when it was teetering on the edge of his reflexes, but his cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged, shoving Neil back just enough to cough, ducking his head even as the tip of his spit soaked cock brushed his cheek.

Neil wrenched his head back and Jonathan winced, eyes squeezed shut.

“Respect and responsibility. It’s not hard to take responsibility, boy.” He spoke sternly, and Jonathan’s whole body burned.

“I haven’t- done this before.” He reiterated, tears in the corner of his eyes from the gag. “Sir.”

“I’m teaching you. If you wanna be a cocksucker, then you can stand to do it right. Be grateful.” He huffed out through his nose and Jonathan was brought back to his cock, the length rubbing against his cheek. A small bloom of self loathing unfurled in his chest, that tiny feeling of failure and the need for approval making Jonathan parted his lips once more to let it into his wet, warm mouth. He gripped Neil’s unbuckled belt, squeezing the leather in both hands as he was guiding up and down his cock.

Neil fucked his mouth through the gagging this time, repetitive and nudging far enough to make his eyes water until he opened up his throat.

Neil took the chance to bury himself as deep as possible and Jonathan’s tight throat convulsed around his cock as he suppressed a gag, choking on it and the sudden lack of air. Spit was starting to spill from the corners of his lips as Jonathan’s eyes fluttered. He pulled back and Jonathan gasped for air, coughing as spit slipped down his chin.

He was better prepared for the next intrusion, Neil’s thrusts getting faster, gliding in and out of the wet hole, drool running down his bobbing throat as the older man made use of it. He could feel him throbbing on his tongue, pre coating his tastebuds as the man fucked his throat.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving Jonathan gasping and painfully hard. He should feel disgusted, being used so aggressively, but Neil’s hand was running through his hair now, smoothing it.

The older man took his jaw in hand and pulled him to his feet, Jonathan scrambling to follow. He almost tripped over his own two feet as he was pressed into the cold tile wall, moaning softly. His cock was crushed against the wall and it was the only relief he had gotten since he entered the bathroom.

Neil was against his back again, caging him there, and his breath smelt of whiskey. Not heavy, but Jonathan could sniff it out. He turned his face to the wall, Neil’s hands smoothing up and down his sides, over his scrawny frame.

“Fuck, can you—“ Neil grabbed his jaw roughly and clamped his mouth shut.

“Respect,” He hissed. “Means not swearing at your elders. Apologise.”

“‘M sorry,” He mumbled. Neil’s hand cracked against his ass and he cried out, biting his lip at the ache.

“Sorry what?” He sounded angry now, thumbs slipping into the waistband of his loose jeans. Jonathan moaned softly as they hooked into his underwear.

“Sir. Sorry, sir.” He corrected in a weak voice.

“Better.” Even though it should have been a compliment, it sounded like he was exasperated. Johnathan squirmed as his jeans fell around his ankles, underwear following. He flushed at being so exposed, the tip of his cock a deep red and leaking onto the tiles.

Neil bunched his shirt up to his neck, smoothing a hand down his back. His hand smacked against his left cheek, gripping the reddening flesh as Jonathan flinched and shied from it. Neil squeezed his ass and parted his cheeks to show off his pucker, untouched and twitching.

Neil pressed his wet cock between them and smeared the drying spit along his taint and crack, pressing the tip against the pucker hard enough to make Jonathan flinch in fear he’d really fuck him open dry. But he didn’t, just teased and taunted with his cock, reaching up to his face to stick two fingers in his mouth.

Jonathan groaned and lathered them in spit, getting the bigger picture. Neil snatched his hand back and pressed a finger into him. It was tight, the younger tense and Neil forced the finger in to the knuckle, Jonathan giving a little gasp. He clenched and squirmed.

“Feels weird.” He breathed, heat roaring in his gut as the older man spat on his ass, the dribble sliding down his crack and being used to keep him wet as he eased a second finger in. It was too soon, too quick, and he groaned, forced to take in as the man grabbed his hip, stilling him.

“I’m going to fuck you, boy.” Neil murmured in his ear, twisting his fingers deep inside him and Jonathan moaned. “I’m going go fuck you, so what do you say?”

“Th—“ Neil spat once more and fucked in a third finger, Jonathan’s face pinching as he spread his legs further. “Thank you- thank you, s-sir.” His mouth felt dry as the three digits stretched his ass out, a gasp slipping out when they brushed his sweet spot. It was like electricity, zapping through him, his deflating cock sparking back to life. “Fuck, please, please, right there, sir—!”

Neil cracked his palm against his ass, his ring splitting the skin, and Jonathan’s voice broke around his cry, flesh stinging hot and red as Neil continued to open him up.

“That fucking hurt, shit, don’t-“ He pulled his fingers out and hit him again on the other cheek, the spit swiped along the red handprint. Jonathan trembled. He had been shoved, smacked around, punched, but he had never been spanked before. Like a child. It was humiliating.

His watery eyes threatened to spill over as he bit his quivering lower lip.

“I told you not to swear at me, boy.” Jonathan’s stomach twisted with dread. He hadn’t meant to. God, he hadn’t meant to. Lonnie would have washed his mouth out with hot sauce and then soap if he was caught swearing in his vicinity, or at all. His mother was laxer on the rule.

“M sorry. I’m sorry, dad - sir.” His mind was scattered right now, and his tongue was loose. He quickly corrected himself but waited for the comment, the disgust, and honestly, Jonathan was disgusted in himself for even thinking about his father with his pants around his ankles.

Neil sighed.

“You need discipline, boy. A whole lot of it.” He tutted and pressed Jonathan into the wall. The brunet shivered, teary eyes widening when he felt the tip of his cock against his hole.

“W-wait,” Jonathan needed a moment, needed more preparation, Neil was thick and long and Jonathan was pretty sure he’d die if the older man fucked him right now.

Neil didn’t stop though, forcing his length inch by inch into the tight hole squeezing his cock in a death grip. Jonathan sobbed at the splitting ache that tore through his rim, his ass, Neil’s cock rocking deeper and deeper despite his babbled protests. His cock wilted at the pain, his cheeks blotchy and red as tears stained them. It hurt. It hurt so much, Jonathan wanted to puke.

“Hurts, please, stop, stop, sir, please.” He begged, whimpering when the man bottomed out, his cock sitting heavy and hard inside his ass. If he wasn’t sniffling and hiccuping at the burn, he might have moaned at how good it felt to be full. And it did, but everything else made his skin hot, eyes burn and throat tight.

“Of course it hurts. It’s your first time.” He said it like he didn’t just push into his spit prepped ass, like he had been gentle and nurturing even though Jonathan knew he hadn’t been. Yet his hiccups eased slowly, Neil’s hand coming around to strip his cock. Jonathan moaned despite the pain, pleasure taking his focus.

“That’s it. You can take it. A faggots only good for one thing, and you’re just now getting the hang of it.” Jonathan wanted to be offended, angry, but the word hurt more than anything. Hurt like the ache in his ass, slowly dissipating yet teetering around the edges. Neil changed the angle, releasing his cock to grip his hips as he began thrusting faster.

Stars burst behind his eyes as he nailed his prostrate, fucking right into it brutally. Jonathan’s eyes rolled back with a loud moan dragged out of his throat.

“All you fags are good for is being a spare pussy when there’s none putting out.”

He wailed as Neil slammed into him, his hands barely catching himself against the wall as the older man drilled his cock into his hole, chasing his releasing more than the brunets, hands bruising as they grabbed at his hips and waist and thighs, whatever gave him the best leverage to fuck the boys no-longer-virgin ass.

Jonathan’s sobs renewed, punctured by broken moans and enticing whimpers, cock drooling as Neil grunted and groaned, echoing in the bathroom. Jonathan didn’t know if anyone was in there with them, but if they were, he wasn’t even in the right state of mind to apologise for his volume.

“Fuck,” Neil grabbed the back of his neck and Jonathan moaned, sweaty face pressed against the cool tiles. “So tight. Shoulda done this years ago.” Jonathan groaned, clenching around his cock. Neil swore and slipped his hand into hair, wrenching his head back as his hips stuttered.

“God, Billy.” Jonathan’s lips feel open in a gasp as hot cum flooded into his hole, Neil fucking it deeper as he worked himself through his orgasm. A soft moan left his lips at the warmth, Neil pulling out and tapping his messy dick against Jonathan’s ass. His legs crumpled beneath him as his leverage disappeared, whimpering.

His ass ached dully now, full of a strangers cum. A stranger who moaned a name that wasn’t even his. He didn’t even cum.

Jonathan sniffled, reaching down to strip his cock, to finish himself off so he could leave. He should have stayed in with Nancy. Fuck.

Neil spun him around and Jonathan fell on his ass, jizz leaking from his puffy, red hole. There were streaks of pink on Neil’s cock and it made Jonathan nauseous. He should have used protection, a condom.

His legs were visibly shaking as Neil knocked them apart with his boots to stand between them. There was little fight left in the boy as he pried his jaw open and fed him his soft cock.

“Clean it. You made my dick dirty, boy.” Silent tears slipped down his cheeks as he sucked the cock clean, still aching to touch himself but too scared. He was glad Neil was older, that he needed more time to go another round, or else he was sure Neil would fuck his throat until he couldn’t speak.

He pulled the cock from his lips, a thin string of spit between the head and Jonathan’s lips.

“Now clean up your mess.” Neil gestured to the small puddle of cum growing beneath him. Jonathan recoiled and shook his head. The public bathroom floor was gross enough.

“That wasn’t a request. It was an order.” Neil shoved him to the floor and grabbed him by his hair, forcing his face into the mess with a stoic expression.

“Clean. Up. Your. Mess.” He bit out and Jonathan’s lips trembled as he tried not to cry again. He opened his mouth and tentatively licked at the puddle, suppressing a gag, trying not to think about it, about the bitter taste and the piss and chemicals on the floor.

“That’s it. Finally useful.” Neil patted his back and Jonathan sniffled, closing his eyes tight as he licked up the mess and swallow every bit like he was told. Neil wiped the cum from his cheek and nose and fed it to him when he was done.

Jonathan sat there, humiliated and unsure. His entire world felt flipped on an axis.

“You look good like that.” Neil crouched down to his level and patted his cheek with a disingenuous smile. Taunting him.

Eventually, his smile fell and he sighed.

“I think I’ll leave first, yeah? I have a long drive ahead of me.” Neil stood up tall and Jonathan closed his eyes in relief. He wanted him to go already so he could cum and go. This night was a mistake.

“Just to be safe.” Jonathan looked up at his words just as a fist cracked against his face and the world went black.

When Jonathan woke again, his ass was crusted with cum and leaking, his face and hair covered in the stuff too. His clothes were bundled in the corner of the stall he had been left in.

He tried to stand but slipped back down, his whole body aching. His dick was spent, a condom filled with spunk wrapped around it. Jonathan looked down at his chest and his stomach dropped.

LOCK THE DOOR AND USE ME

IM A SLEEPY FAG WHO LIKES IT ROUGH was scrawled across his chest, between his nipples. He dragged his fingers through the mess on his stomach and stared, wide eyed.

A sob bubbled up his throat. It came out rough, hoarse.

Fate was a sick prankster. And Jonathan was it’s unlucky victim today. He never should have come to the bar.

He prayed he’d never seen Neil whatever-his-last-name-is ever again.