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Hopper was pissed. He had been through hell since getting dragged into this whole “Upside Down” bullshit and he was getting sick of it. When he discovered the tunnels in the middle of a field, the last thing he wanted to do was go into them, but he didn’t feel like he had any other choice. As he explored the tunnels, he could hear something moving, but he didn’t want to think about what it might be. When a pair of tentacles wrapped around his legs and waist and pulled him against the wall, Hopper was half tempted to not put up a fight and just let the things kill him. He was so tired and stressed out that he barely had any will to struggle, but he did. He wrenched an arm out of the writhing tentacles and tried to free himself, but that just made it worse. As the tentacles just pulled him closer, Hopper realized that one of the tentacles was rubbing between his legs. He squeezed his thighs together, but that didn’t do anything to prevent the single squirming thing from tearing open the crotch of his pants and rubbing him over his underwear. An uncharacteristic moan slipped from his lips as the tentacle tore apart his underwear and wrapped around his clit. It felt… so good. Hopper didn’t know what to think. More tentacles prodded at his holes before slipping inside him with little resistance. The one inside his pussy curled around until it pressed on the sweet spot behind the ridge of bone inside his pussy. Hopper whined and wiggled around as the other tentacles explored his ass, his pussy, his clit, and his chest. He had given up fighting it so he figured he might as well enjoy everything that was happening to him. He relaxed into the mass of tentacles cushioning him from the wall he was pressed against and began to move his hips in a jerky, desperate attempt to get the tentacles to move faster, harder, more, SOMETHING. Finally after a few minutes of agonizingly slow movement, the tentacles started moving at a brutal pace. Hopper’s back arched off the wall and he let out a ragged scream of pleasure.
“Finally” he thought as waves of pleasure washed over him. His mouth was slack and slightly open, but it was soon stuffed full of yet another tentacle. He sucked on the appendage to the best of his ability, but it was so thick, he could barely breathe, let alone suck.
He felt so full for the first time in his life. The tentacles curled up inside him and began to pound even harder at his most sensitive places. He cried out around the tentacle in his mouth, but still didn’t fight it. He felt a smaller tentacle brutally squeezing his clit and even more tentacles wriggled into his holes. It all felt so good, his head was going fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, he was burning up with pleasure, and he began to go limp in the grip of the appendages holding him. He let out pathetic moans as he was pushed towards a raging orgasm. When he came, he gagged around the tentacle in his mouth as he screamed. He felt a warm gush of liquid escape him as he got hit with the second wave of orgasm and he realized that he had just squirted all over the floor of the tunnels. The tentacle in his mouth slid out of his and he took a deep breath before shuddering at the echoes of pleasure still radiating between his hips.
“Oh god. Oh god. Holy shit.” He gasped. The rest of the tentacles were still moving slowly inside them, keeping him so worked up and desperate for more. He ground his hips down, trying to get some friction and the tentacles responded by stroking every inch of his insides that they could reach until he was panting and moaning uncontrollably.
He had a total of three more orgasms that were so strong that by the time the tentacles retreated back into the walls of the tunnels, Hopper couldn’t stand up without using the wall to support him. His clit was rubbed raw and he couldn’t touch it with anything without it sending a spike of burning pleasure down his legs. Since his pants and underwear were destroyed, he wobbled back to his truck and drove home.
After showering and looking over himself for any marks left by the things that had fucked him, he grabbed a bottle of liquor from the cabinet next to the fridge and took a drink straight from the bottle. He tried to tune out the thoughts of what had just happened to him by turning on the TV, but nothing he did could get his mind off of the feelings of pleasure he had just been given. He leaned back in his recliner and allowed his free hand to gently rub his clit. He hissed at the raw feeling, but didn’t stop. I wanted the feeling of being so full again. He needed it.
Over the next few months, Hopper would go down to the tunnels after particularly bad days and let the tentacles have their way with him. He began to crave the feeling of being so full. Just jerking off normally wasn’t enough for him anymore. He would try to finger himself but ended up crying because his fingers couldn’t reach as deep as he needed. After a while, Hopper forgot that the tentacles were a part of the Upside Down and the group of kids he was trailing behind were trying to get rid of it. He got used to it being a part of his routine, but one day, he accidentally let slip that there were tentacle filled tunnels in a field that he had found. This slip resulted in his precious tunnels being burnt to the ground and his tentacles run back to where they came from.
Hopper had lost his only source of stress relief and he didn’t know what to do. Since he wasn’t able to satisfy himself, Hopper’s stress began to build along with his pent up desires. He started snapping at people more than usual, staying late at the office, and living off of shitty coffee and donuts. He went through at least one pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels per day, but nothing helped the burning desires in his mind.
It had been months since he had felt actual pleasure and Hopper was wound so tight he could snap at any moment. He sat at his dining room table, cigarette in one hand, and a glass of bourbon in the other. He ground his hips against the chair underneath him, his bare clit rubbing the wood. He groaned as he tried to get any sort of friction going, but no matter how hard he rubbed, he wasn’t getting off. He slapped the table, and the bottle of bourbon caught his eye.
“I wonder if..” he said quietly as he took the bottle and lined it up with his pussy. He sank down onto the neck of the bottle, relishing in the stretch. He bounced a bit to get past the widening bottle and finally the bottle bottomed out in him. Hopper whined and moved his hips back and forth to finally get the feeling of fullness that he had been craving.
It wasn’t enough.
He needed more. He needed it to be moving inside of him. He needed to feel it squirming against his g-spot. This bottle was just touching his cervix and nothing else. He allowed himself to bounce on the bottle a few more times before taking it out and pouring himself another drink. He wasn’t able to bring himself to an orgasm so he was just even more desperate and blue balled.
He went through the next few weeks with the bottle being his only source of pleasure. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it helped. He would sit at his desk with his pants down around his ankles and the bottle pressing against his cervix. When he was sure that no one was watching or listening, he would bounce and bounce until his legs tired out and he was once again left pent up and orgasm-less. And it just kept getting worse. He started sleeping with the bottle inside him. He was so stretched out, but he wasn't cumming from it. He just craved the feeling. He needed it so badly.
One night, while Hopper was watching TV with the bottle snugly in his pussy, he got a call.
“Chief Hopper. What can I do for you?”
“Hey, Hopper?” The scared voice of Steve Harrington came through the speakers. “You remember Max Mayfield’s older brother who passed away?”
“Yeah. The Hargrove kid. I remember him. Why?”
“He’s outside my house right now. He doesn’t look right and I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m on my way. Stay put or stay out of his way. I’ll be right there.”
Hopper pulled on his pants, grabbed his keys and his gun, before jogging to his truck and driving across the town to the Harrington house. Sure enough, Billy Hargrove was sitting on the front porch steps. Harrington was right, Billy didn’t look like himself.
“Billy Hargrove?” Hopper called from the truck.
“Got a cigarette?” Billy called back.
“Yeah.” Hopper pulled the pack out of his pocket as he walked over. “You’re scaring Harrington. What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t find my sister. Figured this was my next best chance.” Billy grumbled as Hopper lit the cigarette for him then lit one for himself. “Where’s Max?”
“Once you died, your dad left your stepmom and Max and skipped town. Haven’t seen him since your funeral. Max and your stepmom are living in the trailer park on the other side of town.”
“Of fucking course he left. Son of a bitch.” He took a long drag of the cigarette and sighed. “Thanks for not shooting me.”
“I know better, kid.” Hopper patted Billy’s back. “Can I help you with anything?”
“I need somewhere to stay for a minute. Can I crash at your place for now?”
“Don’t know why not. Get in the truck.” He and Billy walked to his truck together and drove in silence for a while.
“You’re not gonna ask what happened to me?” Billy finally broke the silence.
“When you’re willing to talk about it, I’ll ask.” Hopper replied shortly.
“I’ll talk. Long story short, I never died. I got replaced by that fucking thing and I got stuck in that other place. It changed me a bit, but I’m still Billy Hargrove as far as I know.” He chuckled.
“That sounds awful. I’m sorry you went through that.”
“It wasn’t terrible. I adapted and I got some cool abilities. Check this out.” Hopper looked over as Billy opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. It was the same tentacle that Hopper had been filled by so many times. The same tentacle that he had been craving. His mouth went dry and a blush crept up his neck.
“That’s- um…. That’s cool.”
“I also have a great sense of smell now.” Billy purred as his hand crept over Hopper’s leg and towards his now throbbing clit. Hopper was breathing heavily and trying to focus on the road. “I’ll show you what else changed when we get back to your place.”
“Why did you mention your sense of smell?” Hopper managed.
“Because I can smell something on you.” Billy grinned. “You smell like months of sex that you shouldn’t have been having. And I can smell that you’ve got yourself plugged up with something and I wanna see what it is.” Hopper had to suppress a moan, but his ragged breathing gave him away.
“Pull over.” Billy growled.
“What?”
“Pull. Over. I won’t say it again.” Hopper did as he was told. He pulled off into the tree line and turned off the truck before looking over at the man sitting next to him. Billy looked like he could see into Hopper’s mind and could see exactly what Hopper needed.
“Get out of the car, and come over to my side.” Once again, Hopper did as he was told. Billy got out of the truck and motioned for Hopper to take his pants off and sit where the younger man just was. After he was naked, Hopper crawled into the passenger seat.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what you’re hiding from me.” Hopper covered his face and slowly spread his legs apart. “Good boy, Chief.” Billy cooed as he dropped to his knees to look closer at Hopper’s slick folds and throbbing clit. Billy rubbed his hands up and down Hopper’s hair covered legs and laughed quietly. “Move your hips forward so I can see this better.” Hopper obliged. He gasped loudly as he felt one of Billy’s fingers slipping inside him next to the bottle.
“Hmmmm. So beautiful for me. How long have you had this inside you?”
“A few weeks.” Hopper whispered.
“A little louder for me, handsome. How long?”
“A few weeks. You can probably smell and see how desperate I am for what I had. I’ll do anything!” Hopper blurted. He slapped a hand over his mouth and clenched his legs back together.
“You poor thing.” Billy purred. “You got used to something you were never meant to have.” He ran his tongue up the part of the bottle that was poking out before flicking his tongue over Hopper’s clit.
“That won’t work.” Hopper groaned. “I’ve tried. I need to be filled to the brim and railed into next month to even get close to being satisfied.” He looked down at Billy who had a near maniacal grin on his face. The younger man stood up and unzipped his pants. When he dropped them around his ankles and stepped out of them, Hopper noticed some familiar discoloration between Billy’s hips. Billy stared at him as he slowly pulled down his underwear to reveal three perfect, writhing, thick, long cocks.
“Will these work?” Billy asked smugly.
“Yes!” Hopper yelled. He took the bottle out of himself, threw it in the backseat, hopped off the passenger chair, bent over, and presented his dripping pussy to the other man. Billy ran his hands over Hopper’s hair covered ass and chuckled.
“You should know that you smell divine like this. You look so perfect. Like you were made for me to fuck you like the desperate whore you are.” Hopper felt the three cocks rubbing against his holes and he groaned into the car seat.
“Please just fuck me, Billy please.”
“Hmmm,” Billy laughed, “since you asked so nicely.” Two of the tentacles pushed into his gaping pussy while the third teased his ass. Hopper whined at the perfect familiar feeling and pushed his hips back towards Billy. A sharp slap against his ass brought him back to reality.
“Don’t move, handsome. Let me do all the work.” Billy planted a kiss on the back of Hopper’s neck before groaning as his cocks writhed around inside Hopper, finding the perfect spots to make Hopper tear up. Once Billy had found the spots, he began to piston his cocks against those spots. Hopper moaned so loudly, he could have sworn it echoed.
“Fuuuuuuuckkk~ Billy!” Hopper yelled as he finally felt filled and pleasured again. Billy had a bruising grip on Hopper’s hips as he set a staggering pace against the older man.
“God, you fit my cocks so well. You were made for me, Hopper.” Billy moaned. “I’m gonna fill you up every day from now on.” The promise turned Hopper on even more and he moaned again. “I’ll give you everything you could ever want from a man.” Billy whined, his voice shaking from pleasure. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. I’ll keep you fucked out and happy. You go to sleep with me inside you and wake up full of my cum.” Billy’s hips began to stutter as he approached his orgasm. Hopper was about to cum as well so he grabbed Billy’s arm and placed his hand around his neck. Without being told, Billy began to choke the older man. Hopper groaned in happiness before coming with a choked scream. His squirt soaked his legs as well as Billy’s, and his legs began to shake as Billy pumped him full of cum. They stood there for a moment, trying to catch their respective breaths before Billy started to pull out. Hopper whined and reached back for Billy who sheathed himself back inside Hopper.
“Alright, I’ll stay here for another moment. Want me to cook you some dinner when we get home?”
“Yes, please.” Billy kissed Hopper’s neck again before actually pulling out and telling Hopper to stay still. Hopper watched as Billy opened the back door and grabbed the bottle that Hopper would be more than happy to forget about. He wiped it off with Hopper’s flannel shirt and slowly pushed it inside Hopper’s raw pussy.
“Waste not, sweetheart.” Billy gently patted the bottle before leaning against the side of the truck with a grin.
Hopper moaned, but he stood up and went around to the driver’s side. The drive back was very comfortable. Billy held Hopperms hand the whole drive and only let go to get out of the truck.
Billy didn’t end up cooking because Hopper made some food while Billy showered. After they ate, they crawled onto the couch where Billy slid his perfect cocks back inside Hopper and they lay there until they fell asleep. Hopper wasn’t stressed anymore.