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Steve was on the fence about even joining the game this time. He and Tommy had never really become friends again after what happened the year before with Nancy, and he didn’t hang out with his other teammates much as a result. He didn’t mind Tommy getting the team in the divorce, as it were. Most of those guys showed themselves to be pretty fair-weather friends anyway, and Steve felt like maybe he wasn’t really one of them in the way he used to be.
But he’d never missed one of these games, not once, and he’d also never won. Steve definitely had something to prove, if only to himself. So when the locker room murmurs mentioned everybody getting together on Friday right at the bell and one of the guys cocked his head at Steve and asked, “you in?” Steve hardly hesitated.
And that’s how Steve found himself playing Hunt the Loser on a Friday afternoon at Hawkins High.
The rules were pretty simple. Some poor sap was selected, without their knowledge, to be the target of the game. One of the guys would make sure that the target stayed around after dismissal, making up whatever lie they had to. Once the building was empty – not a challenge on a Friday afternoon – the hunt began. Whoever found the target first won, and the prize was right there for the taking; the winner could do whatever they wanted with the target.
Somewhere in Steve’s mind he recognized that the game was pretty fucked up. That’s why he’d never mentioned it to Nancy, and definitely not anyone else outside of his team. But Steve also got off on the rush of the game, the hunt, and the unbridled excitement he felt while they played. It made him feel like he was part of something.
That, more than anything, was the driving force for Steve to join this time. He’d spent so much of his senior year feeling socially adrift, but this was something he could truly be a part of.
Tying his shoelaces firmly on a bench outside the locker room, Steve nodded over at Tommy. “Who’d they get this time?”
Tommy smirked, his expression almost wistful. “Eddie.”
Scrunching up his eyebrows, Steve was caught between surprise that it was a guy and confusion over who they were talking about. “Eddie? Eddie who?”
“Munson,” Tommy replied. “You know, the freak.”
Steve exhaled noisily. “Wow, really taking the ‘loser’ part seriously. How the fuck are the gonna get him to stay late on a Friday? Doesn’t that dude cut class like 4 days a week?”
Grinning, Tommy shrugged. “Apparently he’s easily motivated when you tell him you wanna buy a lot of pot for a weekend rager. You know how those trailer park scrubs are, you wave twenty bucks at them and they’ll do anything.”
Steve nodded in agreement, already feeling the warmth of acceptance. He knew Tommy was an asshole, but maybe being friends with an asshole was better than nothing. Suddenly, the rest of the guys busted out of the locker room, seven in total including Steve and Tommy.
“Alright, shitheads, you know how this works,” one of the others, a douchebag they all called “Ratty” for his perennial rattail, announced. “The target is somewhere in the building. I know where he’s waiting so I’m not playing this round, but one of you fuckers is taking over next time so I can have a shot.” A chorus of chuckles and lewd whistles went up from the group. Ratty continued, “If nobody finds him in 30 minutes, I cut him loose and you all fuck off home. Buuuut…” Ratty waggled his eyebrows for effect. “…if you find him, that makes you the winner. To the victor go the spoils, boys.” More whistles, some cheers. “Your time…starts…now!”
Steve took off like a shot down the hallway that bordered the gym, laughing and shoving playfully as he and his teammates jockeyed for position. Once they hit the main hallway, they split off from one another, each running full out to begin searching high and low for the target. From his extensive knowledge of the school as well as his experience in previous iterations of the game, Steve knew certain places were less likely to be hiding the target. The gym was right next to the locker rooms (not challenging) and too open. The staff rooms were always locked by now. Certain classrooms were no-go zones because there were a handful of teachers who occasionally stayed well into the afternoon to wrap up their work (even, horrifically, on Fridays). The cafeteria was as open as the gym. That left a lot of classrooms up for grabs, but Steve had an idea of where else to search first.
The first bathroom he checked was empty, but the muffled noises he heard coming from the second one were the only sign he needed that he had found his target. When he strode into the bathroom, one that was more out of the way and frequented by kids looking to smoke a butt between classes, he found it empty save for one soul. Eddie Munson was crouched in the corner by the sinks, hands cuffed to the waist-high pipes and his mouth covered in duct tape. His unruly dark hair was even wilder than usual and his forehead shone with sweat. He tugged roughly at the cuffs, enough that Steve could see bright red welt rising on his wrists.
“Hey, hey, hey, knock it off, you’re just gonna hurt yourself,” Steve chided, edging closer to Eddie. “You can’t brute force your way out of those, Ratty’s uncle’s a cop so they’re the real thing.”
Eddie spun to face Steve as much as he was able, his expression wary. He hummed something into the tape that covered his mouth, but it was unintelligible. When Steve stepped closer and reached for the tape, Eddie jerked his head away.
“Hey man, I’m just trying to help you out. So unless you really like the whole tape-over-lips situation, you might wanna let me get that off you.” Steve held up his hands in a gesture of harmlessness, then stepped closer again. When Eddie didn’t retreat again, Steve nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna take it off now. Sorry, it’s probably gonna hurt.”
With a swift motion, Steve removed the tape and stuck it to the wall. Eddie immediately worked his lips to get rid of the feel of the adhesive.
“Fuck, Harrington, what the fuck, man?”
Steve gestured at Eddie with open palms pressing down in the air. “Keep your voice down, dude, the other guys are gonna hear you.”
Eddie blanched slightly. “Did they seriously ask to buy weed off of me so they could kick my ass in a bathroom? Why didn’t they just jump me like normal people? Are you here to beat the shit out of me, too?”
Steve shook his head. “Nah, man, I’m not here to hurt you. This whole thing, it’s a game the guys play, they call it ‘Hunt the Loser.’”
Eddie huffed angrily. “Yeah, never been called that before.” He paused, then asked, his voice only a little unsteady. “So, uh, what happens to the loser in this game?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Steve winced. “Well, it depends.”
Eddie raised his eyebrows expectantly. “On…”
“On who wins. Whoever finds the loser first gets to do whatever they want.”
Eddie swallowed audibly in the cavernous bathroom, the metal chain connecting his handcuffs scraping noisily against the painted pipes. “…like what?”
Steve shrugged. “I mean, sometimes it’s beating them up, like you said. But, uh…sometimes it’s other stuff. They have a little fun.”
Effecting a deadpan tone, Eddie replied, “That doesn’t sound very fun to me, Harrington.”
Steve’s mouth quirked up in the ghost of a smile. “Yeah, I don’t think they really care if it’s fun for the loser.”
Eddie swallowed again, his eyes darting over to the direction of the bathroom door. “So, um, are you gonna get me outta here before they come?”
“Oh, uh…” Steve looked down at his sneakers for a moment, feeling almost sorry for Eddie. Steve had never won the game before, so he’d never actually been in the position of explaining all of this. “Well, um…I won, so…”
Steve could see the exact moment that Eddie realized that Steve was not here to save him from the game. Suddenly Eddie was yanking on his cuffs as hard as he could, feral noises of desperation working their way out of his throat.
“Jesus, fucking stop, dude, seriously, I’m not gonna hurt you, you gotta calm the fuck down, man.” Steve wanted to forced Eddie to stop moving, but he didn’t want to catch an elbow in the ribs for it.
Eddie snarled, “Don’t fucking touch me, I swear to god.”
“Dude,” Steve cautioned, “seriously, you gotta keep it down. If they hear you, they’ll all come, and if I’m just standing here like a pussy, they’re gonna decide it’s their turn. All of them.”
“Fuck!” Eddie whisper-shouted, and went back to pulling on his cuffs. His wrists now had cuts and abrasions all over them, and blood was smearing across his skin with a few drops falling to the tiled floor below.
“Stop, fuck, stop, Eddie!” Steve whispered urgently. “I can get you out of here after, but I have to…I, I won, so…” Steve felt less and less sure about what he intended to do with Eddie, but he could hear Tommy’s voice, Ratty’s voice, his dad’s voice, telling him not to be a pussy, not to chicken out.
Eddie’s movements were weaker and more pathetic than effective at getting him free. His voice was shaky when he begged, “Don’t do this, man. I’ll tell ‘em you…you beat the shit out of me, or fucked me, or made me blow you…I tell ‘em anything, just lemme go…”
Steve’s voice turned soft and he stepped in as close to Eddie as he dared. “Hey, listen, I’ll be so fucking gentle, I swear to god. I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe it’ll even feel good for you. If I can, I’ll make it good, I promise.”
Eddie shook his head as Steve spoke. “Don’t do this, Harrington. You don’t have to do this.”
“It’s gonna be okay, man, I promise. I’ll take care of you…” As Steve continued to do his best to soothe Eddie, he undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Eddie shied away, hardly noticing as the cuffs continued to bite into his ragged wrists. Steve laid a tentative hand on Eddie’s hip, and Eddie lost it again, lashing out violently and trying to kick Steve away. He couldn’t get the angle right and Steve deftly avoided the blows.
“Eddie, listen, I get it, you don’t want to be here, but you are. Okay? You’re stuck in the game and that sucks, but I’m gonna make sure you get out of here safe. Even if you managed to get me away from you, like…let’s say you knock me out good. Then what? You’re still stuck here, and eventually the other guys are gonna find you. Do you think they’re gonna give a shit if you get hurt?” Steve let that sink in for a minute, then added, “So if you’re rough with me, I’m gonna have to be rough right back, and I don’t want that. If you just go with it, I’ll get it over with quick, I’ll make it nice, even, and then you can go.”
As he spoke, Steve watched Eddie’s face get paler and sadder. By the end, his expression was so pathetic, it almost made Steve reconsider. Almost. Finally, when Steve was done speaking, Eddie’s shoulders slumped and he stopped tugging at his cuffs. For a moment, the only sound was their combined breathing and the occasional drip of blood falling to the floor. After a long pause, Eddie spoke.
“I don’t want this, Steve.”
Steve tilted his head in acknowledgement, his expression sympathetic. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you got caught up in all this. I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”
Eddie’s nod was almost imperceptible, but Steve caught it, and his shoulders fell in relief. “Okay,” Steve said. “I’m gonna have you get on your knees, okay?”
Looking as though he might be sick all over the floor, Eddie went down unsteadily onto his knees, his wrists held up awkwardly by the cuffs. His eyes were wet.
“You ever done this before?” Steve asked, already a little breathless at the sight. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans.
Eddie shook his head. His lips were pressed tightly closed and he stared intently at the crotch of Steve’s jeans.
“You been with anybody before?” Steve asked, palming himself through his pants.
Eddie shook his head again. Steve wasn’t exactly surprised that Eddie was a virgin, but still, a little thrill went through him at the realization that Eddie was entirely untouched. He pulled out his cock and gave it a few strokes, enjoying the ache of pleasure that began to build. He knew his cock wasn’t overly large, but if Eddie really had never done anything with anyone before, Steve would still have to go slow.
“Okay, just open up and watch your teeth, okay?” Steve stepped in close, essentially trapping Eddie between Steve and the corner. Eddie closed his eyes but didn’t open his mouth.
“Come on,” Steve urged, stroking himself more purposefully, “we don’t have a lot of time before the others figure out where you are.”
That got Eddie moving, and he opened his mouth wide.
“Use your lips to cover your teeth. Yeah, like that, good,” Steve murmured, angling his hips forward until his cock slid into the warm cavern of Eddie’s mouth. Steve groaned, moving his hips so that the head of his cock slid back and forth across Eddie’s tongue. “Oh fuck, yeah, that feels nice.” He panted for a moment, then added, “Close your lips around me, gimme a little suction, yeah?”
When Eddie did, Steve bucked forward, sheathing most of his cock in Eddie’s mouth. The head pressed against the back of Eddie’s throat, and he gagged violently at the sudden intrusion. Steve pulled out and waited for Eddie to get past it, then he used one hand to thumb Eddie’s mouth back open and guided his cock back in with his other hand. “Fuck, you feel so good, can’t believe you’ve never done this before…” Steve crooned, his eyes focused on the red of Eddie’s lips, the shine of his eyes, the wild curls of his hair. Steve had never done anything with a guy, wouldn’t have even considered it, but now he felt he understood some of the appeal. He continued to fuck into Eddie’s mouth, his desire to be gentle at war with his body’s baser instincts. When he felt himself get closer to coming, he eased out of Eddie’s mouth, both of them breathing hard in the otherwise quiet room.
“Stand up,” Steve demanded, his voice not unkind. It took Eddie two tries to get back up, his legs wobbly. When he was upright, Steve got to work on Eddie’s jeans.
“Hey, what—?” Eddie asked, but Steve was way ahead of him.
“I gotta…fuck, I gotta feel you, man, just a little bit. I promise, I won’t hurt you, I won’t be rough, I just need to feel you a little bit, okay? I’m just gonna put the tip in. I’m already close, I swear, it’ll just be the tip…”
Eddie sputtered his objections, twisted a little in Steve’s grip, but soon his pants and briefs were around his ankles.
“It’s alright, just lean on the sink, I’ll take care of you…” Steve urged, pushing at Eddie’s back between his shoulder blades to get him to bend over.
“No, fuck, don’t! Steve, don’t! Please!” Eddie cried, tears welling in his eyes.
Shushing him quietly, Steve rubbed a hand soothingly along Eddie’s side. “Hey, man, it’s gonna be okay, I swear. I’m gonna be so fucking gentle, I’m gonna take care of you. I’m just gonna put the tip in, I’ll come, you can come if you want, and then I’ll get you out of here and you can go home, okay?”
When Eddie nodded, the tears finally spilled over.
Steve rubbed his side some more, a gesture of thanks for Eddie’s acquiescence, and then grabbed Eddie’s cheeks and pulled the apart to expose his hole. Eddie’s whined pathetically, but Steve paid him no mind, instead focusing on getting Eddie’s hole as wet as possible. He gathered spit in his mouth and then let it drip down onto Eddie’s ass, smearing it in with his thumb. Eddie trembled under him, but he kept going, his cock throbbing even as it bobbed in the air between them. Finally, when he deemed Eddie wet enough, he spit on his own cock and stroked himself a few times. Lining up, he pressed in just the tiniest bit, going as slow as he could bear.
Eddie whimpered, his muscles clenching tight as he fought against the intrusion. Steve grunted, pushing forward against the resistance more and more and more until the head finally sunk inside. Eddie cried out weakly, his fingers scrabbling ineffectually for something to hang onto, his wrists still bound to the pipe.
“Oh fuck, Eddie, you feel incredible. I knew you’d feel so good. I fucking knew it…”
Just then, the bathroom door slammed open and three guys piled in, followed immediately by two more, then Ratty. They all clearly had made their way in the right direction and then heard Eddie’s cries.
“Oh, shit,” Tommy remarked, awe in his voice, “Harrington finally won.” He didn’t seem fazed at all that Steve had the head of his cock in Eddie’s ass.
The other guys chimed in:
“Aw, looks like he barely even roughed him up.”
“I can’t believe Ratty got a super senior, what a power move.”
“Fuck, I got next.”
It was the last comment that made something hot burn in Steve’s chest, and he turned to the door, his dick still firmly in Eddie’s ass.
“Nobody else gets him. I won, he’s fucking mine, got that?”
A couple of the guys rolled their eyes while some looked annoyed or incredulous.
“Bro, you’re not going to share?”
“What a dick.”
Steve snarled. “Oh, shut the fuck up, Arnie, like you didn’t hog Leslie last year when you won.”
That got a few nods and rueful chuckles, and Arnie held up his hands in surrender.
Narrowing his eyes, Steve looked over at Ratty. “Keys,” he demanded, and Ratty swiftly tossed him the handcuff keys.
“Now fuck off, I’m busy,” Steve grunted, turned his attention back to Eddie. For his part, Eddie was shaking like a leaf, clearly not only overwhelmed by what was happening but also terrified. He had no reason to trust that Steve was being honest about keeping Eddie safe from the other guys.
Grumbling and giving each other shit for losing, the guys all left one by one. When it was just Ratty left, he turned to Steve and said, “Wash the handcuffs and give ‘em back tomorrow, wouldja? I need to hide ‘em back at my uncle’s place so he can find ‘em and blame the beer rather than me.”
Steve nodded, already focusing his attention entirely back on Eddie. Eddie’s asshole was clenching around Steve’s cock as though it were trying to force it back out, and the sensation was intense. He groaned and rocked a tiny bit in and out.
Eddie choked on a cry and shook his head. “I-I can’t, it’s too much, take it out, Steve…”
Steve shushed him, rubbing his sides. “Hey, shh, it’s okay, they’re gone and it’s just you and me. I won’t take long, I promise.”
Steve continued to rock little by little, sliding in just a bit deeper despite the friction.
“Wait…you said, you said just the tip, you said, Steve…” Eddie whimpered.
“I know, I know,” Steve replied, breathless with pleasure, “you just feel so fucking good…I just need…I need…” He pressed forward a little more, and a little more, and a little more, rocking into Eddie’s tightly-clenched ass. When he was nearly entirely sheathed, he pressed hard until his hips met Eddie’s, groaning in relief and pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Eddie, you feel fucking incredible…”
“Take it out,” Eddie sobbed, “please, Steve, it’s too much…”
“It’s okay, it’s gonna be fine, I’ll only take a minute, I promise…”
“No, Steve, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…”
“Shhh, hey, it’s okay, just relax, it’ll be over in a minute…”
True to his word, at least in this regard, Steve could already feel his orgasm burning in his gut, an electric-hot sensation almost painful in its intensity. He thrust in and out of Eddie’s ass, slowly at first, then picking up speed. “Oh god, Eddie, fuck, I’m gonna come…”
Eddie sobbed openly, quietly murmuring pleas that continued to fall on deaf ears. Steve’s gentle strokes became less and less controlled as he approached the precipice, and as the burning became overwhelming, he thrust hard into Eddie’s ass and spilled deep inside him. The knowledge that he was the only one to have touched Eddie before made his orgasm last for ages, and it was several long moments before he felt himself begin to soften. He gently pulled out, using both hands to keep Eddie’s cheeks spread so he could watch the cum seep out. He groaned softly, mesmerized by the sight of his cum smeared across Eddie’s hole. A whimper from Eddie grabbed his attention and he tore his eyes away from Eddie’s ass.
“Steve…please, the key…”
Steve’s eyebrows shot up and he fumbled for the key in his pocket. “Oh, shit, yeah, sorry dude…” He managed to get the cuffs undone without too much trouble. As soon as Eddie wasn’t held up anymore, he slid down in a less-than-controlled fall, landing on the floor on his bare ass and hip, his pants and underwear still around his ankles.
“Fuck, man, are you okay?” Steve asked, crouching down as low as he could get.
Eddie was silent for a long moment, then he murmured, “Go away.”
Running a hand through his hair, Steve huffed in displeasure. “Do you need a ride home?”
“Go away, Steve, please.”
Steve stood up and threw his hands in the air in frustration. “Fine, dude, I’m just tryin’ to help. Christ.” He rinsed the handcuffs off in the sink and dried them with a paper towel, then pocketed the cuffs and the keys. “You sure you’re okay to get home?”
Eddie didn’t say anything to that, and after a solid minute, Steve decided that Eddie really did want Steve gone. With one last look at Eddie, Steve turned and left the bathroom, checking the hallways and rooms nearby to make sure the guys weren’t lying in wait for him to leave. When the coast was clear, he ducked into a stairwell and waited for Eddie to come out. He kept himself hidden, so when Eddie finally did emerge a few minutes later, Eddie was none the wiser. Steve watched as Eddie shuffled towards the closest exit, his steps small and unsteady. Eddie sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
When Eddie went out the side door, Steve waited until the door had swung almost entirely closed, then grabbed it and silently opened it enough for him to watch Eddie get into his van. Watching Eddie successfully leave the parking lot, Steve let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He had to make sure Eddie made it out okay. I mean, Steve wasn’t really a good guy, but he wasn’t a total asshole, right?
Maybe, he thought, I should follow Eddie home. Just in case.