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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Real_Person_Fiction, IT_(2017)
  Relationship:
      Bill_Skarsgård/Finn_Wolfhard
  Character:
      Bill_Skarsgård, Finn_Wolfhard, Jack_Grazer, Jaeden_Lieberher
  Additional Tags:
      don't_like_underage, dont_read_underage
  Series:
      Part 3 of Bill_Skarsgard_fics.
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-26 Words: 8886
****** Finn ******
by brbgettingwine
Summary
     The third part of the series:
     Finn finds out what happened between Bill and his friends and goes to
     his hotel room to confront him late at night.
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It had been several months since the end of filming and the kids had gotten
together for a press release. Finn had been busy with other obligations,
modeling gig after modeling gig in addition to working on his band. He was
looking forward to a weekend with old friends. Late the first night they were
all sitting around laughing and catching up, they had all marvelled at how much
Finn had grown and the boy had smirked to himself, if only they knew how he had
grown up in other ways as well. He thought back to the good times he had had
with his various costars, photographers and even some fans. It had been a good
year for Finn, he was getting used to getting whatever he wanted, whoever he
wanted, whenever he wanted.
~~~
When Finn was woken up he groaned but got up anyway, they had a press
conference this morning with the whole cast, and as much as he was looking
forward to it, he didn't want to get up. Dressing in the outfit that was laying
on the bed next to his he smirked, his stylist knew him so well. Nice, but
tight jeans, a button down short sleeve shirt and a thin black bow tie. He
looked nice, professional, but very him. He grabbed a coffee on the way to the
meeting and by the time they were there he was ready for the day.
Smiling he got out of the car and went inside to find all his old friends. He
had only seen a few of them the night before. Bill was the first one he ran
into, laughing he moved to hug him, he was so much taller now, and gave the man
a decent hug now. He noticed how good he smelled, but Bill was always prepared.

“Hey Bill!” he said, his curls bouncing around.
The man hugged him back enthusiastically before pulling away and looking him up
and down.
“You’ve grown, Wolfhard.” He grinned down at him. “How old are you now?”
“Still just fourteen.” Finn laughed with a wink before walking past him to go
say hi to Chosen and Jeremy.
Bill looked after the boy, slightly puzzled. Where did this new kid come from,
what had happened to the shy, anxious little boy he had known from set. Bill
shook his head and moved to talk to the other people who had gathered, he was
still so young though.
Finn’s head snapped up from his phone when Jack and Jaeden walked in together.
They had all grown close because of the movie, but the two of them were
especially close. They both looked great. Walking past Bill they both turned to
him and said hello at the same time. Finn met them half way and all but tackled
Jack, who immediately screamed and messed up his hair. They were all back.
After watching the exchange Bill pointedly looked away. These kids were going
to be the death of him. He hadn’t seen Jaeden or Jack for a few months, he had
been filming other things, catching up with his girlfriend but now the memories
flooded back in and he had to fight to keep his face and body language neutral.
Some assistant then called out to the crowd and they all filled into the
conference room and took their seats. The arrangement wasn’t assigned but they
told Bill that they wanted him in the center. He sat first and pulled out his
phone for a minute while everyone else settled around him.
Finn was waiting for the conference to start when he smirked to himself and
leaned over, talking directly against Bill’s ear,
“What are you looking at?” He said it quiet to not distract anyone, but he knew
how he said it. He was quite aware of the sex icon he had become, despite his
age. It made modeling jobs a lot easier. Jaeden turned around a put his hand on
Bill’s thigh as he spoke to Wyatt about something they had mentioned before.
Tensing slightly Bill slipped his phone back into his pocket. He was very aware
of the numerous cameras on them and was now also very aware of the small hand
on his thigh. Resolutely ignoring Jaeden’s touch, he smiled out at the cameras
but murmured slightly in Finn’s direction.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He chuckled lightly at the sound of the boy
huffing at his unhelpful response.
Finn gave a small pout before he started talking to Wyatt about something or
other. Finally after what seemed like an hour, they started. Questions about
the upcoming works of everyone, questions about what it's like to be done with
filming, who all still hung out, what they were all doing now. They had just
asked Bill about whether or not he missed the kids and Finn smiled. Out of the
view of the cameras he moved his hand to inside the collar of Bills shirt and
off to the side, his thumb moving lightly along the back of his hairline. He
shifted, leaning out from behind Bill and smiled at the man, tilting his head.
“Yeah Bill, did ya miss us?” He said with a wide grin.
“Of course,” Bill had to fight back a smirk. “I wish I had gotten to know you
all a little better before the end of shooting. It seems as though you’re all
growing up so quickly now, I hardly recognize you all.” His comment got some
laughs from the crew that was interviewing them and grins from the kids.
Finn licked his lips and let his hand slowly drag back from where it had been
against Bill’s skin, his nails scraping along just a bit. They had a few more
questions, and Finn continued to touch Bill at any chance he got, to the point
that Wyatt had to tell him to stop like the party pooper he always was. At
least that hadn't changed.
When the interview was over they had to stop and sit for some pictures, and
then they had a small photo shoot in the same room but without the chairs.
Luckily Finn was placed next to Jaeden for the shoot, putting his hand on the
small of his back, and one on his neck as he kissed his cheek for one picture
he made sure he looked at Bill afterwards in between pictures. When they were
all said and done the boys decided to go back to the hotel and hang out in
Finn's room. They had all been put in the same hotel, so it wasn't a problem
really.
Sophia sadly had to go, she had another photo shoot that evening across the
town, and kissed all of the boys, Bill included on the cheek and waved goodbye.

Bill smiled and said his goodbyes to the group as well, he hugged all the kids
equally but couldn’t help but notice how Finn’s touch lingered on him. He
rolled his eyes as he headed back to the hotel and up to his room. He knew
exactly what Finn had been trying to do back at the conference. He laid out on
his bed and after a moment’s thought pulled out his laptop and typed a name
into the search bar. When the fuck had Finn learned how to perfect those
bedroom eyes? He sighed after scrolling through photos of the fourteen year old
for an hour and decided to facetime Alida to get the teenagers off his mind.
The boys all headed back to the room and collapsed on various spots, Jack was
laying against Finn who sat on his bed, with Chosen at their feet. Jeremy sat
in the desk chair, and Wyatt and Jaeden sat on the second bed that was supposed
to be for his dad. He wasn't there this weekend, sending him alone with some
money. It was a good night, they laughed and wreaked havoc on their floor,
taking videos and just being teenage boys.
Chosen was the first to leave, saying he had to go have dinner with his mom and
manager. It was a couple hours later when Wyatt ducked out too, he said he had
to get up early so he wasn't allowed out super late. It was just the four boys
for another hour before Jeremy had to leave as well.
By this time it was late into the night, almost 9, and the boys hadn't eaten,
and had seemingly been waiting all day for this moment. Just the three of them,
together, alone.
“Alright boys! What do you say we order some room service and raid the mini
bar. On my dad.” He said tossing his father's card down on the table between
the two beds.
“Mini-bar?” Jaeden questioned. Jack was already on board, looking through the
menu and saying what they should all get. Finn shrugged and smiled at Jaeden,
reassuring him and then looking at the menu as well. The food took a lot longer
than opening up small bottles of liquor did, and the boys were well into being
drunk by the time their food got to them. It was as if an angel of the Lord had
delivered it. They all cheered and Jaeden, being the most sober, tipped the man
very well. He left without a word.
They were all in the middle of chewing when Finn finally spoke up.
“So when are you guys going to talk about this?” He said taking a shot, wincing
as it burned his throat.
They both turned to him, and then at each other, Jack spoke up first.
“Talk about what?”
“I know you two didn't fuck each other back on set.” Finn answered and looked
at both of them with a smirk.
“You don't know that.” Jaeden said and Jack agreed.
Finn raised his eyebrow and gave him a surprised look before he nodded.
“Okay.” He laughed and walked over to Jaeden and took his plate from in front
of him and moved it, despite his complaints.
Finn just ignored him and climbed on top of the bed, moving one leg over so he
was sitting in Jaeden’s lap, suddenly he grabbed his hair, pulling his hair
back, and grabbing his jaw. He then turned so Jack could see everything while
he licked a small line up his neck before he spoke.
“I know you guys didn't fuck, because you and Jack had matching marks. And I
know you couldn't have fucked him because you're too much of a slut to be a
top.” He said it quietly because of how close he spoke in his ear. He got up
then and turned to Jack, raising an eyebrow and emphasising his “See?” look.
Jaeden was red, and panting softly. It had been awhile since anyone touched him
like that.
“Okay so he didn't fuck me, but that doesn't mean I didn't fuck him.” Jack said
no longer hungry, grabbing another small bottle taking a drink.
“We both know you didn't Jack, I already think I know who did. Just tell me.”
He said going back to his food as if he hadn't just done anything out of the
ordinary.
Jaeden looked at Jack before sighing. “Fine.”
They talked for hours, drinking long after they ate, and the boys each told
their story of how they got fucked by Bill. Jaeden kindly left out how much he
enjoyed getting spanked, and Jack blatantly left out not wanting to have sex at
all.
Finn smiled through each of their story, having to pause and rearrange himself,
making a scene of it each time.
“Sorry boys. I can't help it, it's just such a hot story…”
When they were finished Finn was drunk enough that he told them his own story.
He explained how he held his costar hostage with the intent to blackmail him if
he didn't cooperate. He told them how hot it was to have someone so much older,
even older than Bill. He chewed in his lip as he waited for them to respond,
both boys just laughed and continued to talk about everything and nothing.
As the night wore on Finn couldn’t get the thought of Bill out of his head. He
was horny as fuck but he didn’t want his friends, not tonight at least. Not
that Jack wasn't hot, and Jaeden, well, Finn loved teasing him like he did
earlier, but Bill… The boys both passed out around 1 in the morning and Finn
got up and went to the mirror, fixing his hair, and straightening his shirt.
His cheeks were red from drinking but he played it off well. Going down to the
front desk he walked up to the younger woman and smiled.
“Excuse me, but my friend Bill was supposed to text me when he was done
practicing, so we could hang out, and I haven't seen him in ages, is there
anyway you could find me his room so I can just go and surprise him. He works
so hard….never takes a break, I'm sure he got lost in practice…” he said and
smiled at her, biting his lip. He surprised himself sometimes with how well he
could change his behavior to fit his needs. She looked around and then helped
him look up his room number. She couldn't give him a key, but he figured that
would be fine. He remembered her name for the survey later and thanked her
profusely before spinning on his heels and walking off to the elevators.
Bill leaned back on the ridiculously soft pillows and laughed harder than he
had in weeks. He was grateful to his friend for agreeing to chat with him this
late, it must have been close to 4 in the morning for him on the other side of
the country. It was a welcome distraction from the images of a certain lanky,
well dressed, fourteen year old who kept threatening to pop into his mind. His
laughter was cut short when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned wondering
who could possibly need him at this hour.
“Hey man, I’m gonna need to call you back. Actually just head to bed Landon…
Yeah man, it was real nice catching up with you too. Talk later… Love you too
man. Night.” He hung up the call and got up off his bed, heading to the door.
He didn’t bother to pull on a shirt, he figured whoever was behind the door
could manage seeing him half naked if they wanted to disturb him this late.
Only he belatedly decided that may not have been the best choice when he swung
the door open to reveal a flush faced, smirking Finn Wolfhard.
“Isn’t this a little past your bedtime?”
“Aren't you a little past my bedtime?” He laughed and walked in the room, under
Bill's arm. “You're hot, you know that? I think you know that. I also think you
know how these things work.” He said motioning with his hand, like he was
waiting for Bill to catch up. He sat on the chair, spinning around once and
then stopping to stare directly at Bill. “Well?”
Bill shut the door slowly and spun to look at the boy.
“What.. Finn... Are you drunk?” He walked towards him, taking his time and
looking him up and down. This boy was fine as hell he had to admit. He was
sitting with a drunken grin on his face, his lips somehow already swollen and
hanging apart.
“Yes I am.” He said smiling and nodding along. He stood up, walked over to Bill
and stood directly in front of him, chests touching. He wrapped his arms around
his neck, letting his head lay against his chest he sighed.
“You’re fourteen.” Bill raised an eyebrow.
“You know how easily I could end this all for you?” He said it so casually, the
same line, knowing how well it worked last time.
“But I don't have to, and I won't...if you fuck me.” He said it so quietly,
just so they could hear. He smiled big, kissing his chest, sliding his arms
down expecting Bill to follow suit.
“What,” Bill grabbed Finn’s arms suddenly and moved to speak directly into his
ear, “did you just threaten me with, Darling?” He leaned back and stared at the
boy, keeping his face even.
“I said, if you don't fuck me, I’ll tell everyone you did. I’ll tell everyone
how you came to my room, and forced your way in,” he smirked as he continued,
proud of his story. “and then I’ll say you threw me on the bed and fucked me,
against my will. Everyone is cracking down now a days. Your career would be
over in a heartbeat.” He laughed and let his head loll back.
Bill narrowed his eyes briefly before letting Finn go completely and stepping
back out of his reach. He turned his back on him and barked out a harsh laugh
before spinning on his heels and getting back into Finn’s personal space before
the boy could blink.
He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hissed,
“Oh you will, will you?” He smirked when Finn’s eyes widened slightly. He
laughed again before shoving Finn backwards harder than he should have,
throwing him into the nearest wall and grinning at the grunt of pain that
escaped the boy’s lips. He was back on him in a second, not letting him
recover. “You think you can call the shots here? Hmm?” He mockingly pouted at
him. “You think because you’re Finn Wolfhard, the teen idol with the raging sex
appeal hmm?” Without warning he cracked the back of his hand across the boy’s
pretty face, the force snapping his head to the side into the wall. “You’re
nothing.” Bill growled.
Finn groaned and held his face. He hadn't ever been hit before, and it wasn't
particularly pleasing, but something about how rough he was being, after
hearing what he did to Jack and Jaeden. He smirked, the alcohol bringing out
the worst teasing side of him.
“I heard what you did to my friends, how you fucked Jack and then Jaeden
practically begged you to fuck him, so what's the deal? You like little boys,
and I’m here.” He said, still holding his cheek, turning to go back to touching
Bill.
Bill couldn’t help but enjoy the resilience and determination in Finn. He made
a show of pausing to think before bringing his hand down around the boy’s neck
and licking a stripe up his face slowly and humming. “Oh I’m going to fuck you,
little boy. But not because you told me to.” He tightened his fist and grinned
at Finn’s gasp and how his small hands flew up to grip onto Bill’s. “And you’ll
take whatever I give you, cocky little slut.” He murmured and squeezed ever
harder before letting go and stepping back to study the boy now slumped against
the wall.
Finn gasped and held his neck thinking. This wasn't how the first time he did
this turned out, he didn't understand what he did wrong. David was all for not
ruining his career after he realized he was serious. Had he not been serious
enough? He looked up at Bill and giggled. He got his wish, Bill was going to
fuck him, so no matter what, he won. And he was happy about that. He held his
throat as he moved and got up going over to Bill.
“Show me what you got.” He said leaning up and kissing his cheek.
Bill smirked at him. “On your knees.” He crossed his arms and waited to see if
Finn would obey.
Finn thought for a moment and decided to do it, following his orders, he
dropped to his knees and started undoing his belt.
Bill bent over and grabbed hold of his hands stopping him with a grin.
“In time.” Then he left Finn kneeling on the carpet and lounged back on the bed
and pulled out his phone, smiling to himself.
“What?” He asked moving to get up to go see Bill. He didn't understand what was
going on.
Looking over at him Bill spoke softly.
“Now I could be wrong, but I don’t remember telling you, you could get up.” He
looked at the floor below Finn then back up to his face expectantly.
He bit his lip and pouted, sitting back on his heels as he pulled out his
phone. Fine, if he had to stay here he could at least check up on his
Instagram.
Bill decided to let the juvenile offense slide, he was still a young teenager
after all. As the minutes slid by in silence he pretended to look at his screen
while he observed Finn. To his credit the boy stayed in his place admirably
well. After 15 minutes he began to squirm, Bill knew his feet must be hurting
and his legs were probably beginning to cramp. Bill watched as the kid snuck
glances towards him when he thought the man wasn’t looking. After 25 minutes he
decided Finn had had enough. He stood and stretched his arms about his head
before crossing over to the boy on the floor. Bill ran a hand through those
gorgeous curls before gripping them tightly and yanking his head back so his
neck was bent painfully.
“Ready to behave?”
“Ahh...mmmhm.” He mumbled as his hair was pulled. He had to be sure to keep
himself in control, he wasn't good at that when it came to his hair though. He
took a hand and held onto Bill’s arm. Breathing through his teeth he let his
eyes fall a bit.
Grinning darkly Bill dug another hand into his hair and pulled on the strands
with both. He was pleased to find that the boy had this particular weakness, he
loved it when the people he fucked came undone due to a hair kink.
Finn moaned, his voice getting higher as he went, he was somehow still caught
off guard, thinking he would be able to hide it from him somehow. He opened his
eyes fully and looked up at Bill with pleading eyes. He already wanted him,
this was going to be torture.
“So young,” Bill hummed, “still so much to learn.” He smirked at the needy
whines Finn was already making.
He let go of the curls and stepped back a fraction. Then he lifted a long arm
and slapped Finn hard across his face.
Finn gasped and moved to try and hold his face. He had small tears in his eyes
from the force of the hit. He rubbed it and thought for a moment and realized
he was still interested. In fact, he was starting to get hard again, the wait
had made him cool off a bit, but he was almost there again from the hair and
hit alone.
“Strip for me” Bill moved to sit on the edge of the bed as he watched the boy
before him. He had not planned on fucking another one of the kids this weekend,
but here Finn was, practically asking to get knocked down a few levels, and
Bill was never one to disappoint.
Standing, Finn slowly started undoing his shirt, sliding it off, then playing
with the hem of his undershirt as he finally pulled it off as best he could
before moving to his pants. He wasn't sure what Bill was wanting, but he slowly
unbuttoned them and slid them down, and slid out of his shoes and socks. He was
only in his boxer briefs. Looking up through his curls he blushed softly at
being so exposed.
Bill arched his eyebrows and gave Finn a small amused smile. “Oh now you play
shy and innocent? I thought you wanted me to fuck you raw hmm?” He gestured for
the boy to remove the last article of clothing as well.
“I do.” He said dropping his underwear and then going to walk over him, but he
remembered what Bill had said about permission to move, and smirked as he
played with the rule as he started to rub himself, looking at Bill dead on.
The boy had clearly learned nothing from his little time out so Bill stood and
moved in front of him. He slowly undid his belt, made a show of it and saw the
boy swallow and lick his lips, looking between Bill’s face and the hardening
form of his dick in his jeans. He pulled the belt from its loops but instead of
dropping it to the floor he quickly stepped behind Finn.
“What-” The boy’s inquiry was cut off by the stinging blow of the belt across
his back.
Bill chuckled, “Go to the edge of the bed and bend yourself over it.” His words
were firm even though his voice had a teasing lilt.
With a whimper Finn moved on shaky legs to the edge of the bed and slowly bent
himself over the side. He was so tall, but thankfully so was Bill and his bed
wasn't super low, it was almost comfortable as he settled on the bed, but he
knew what was coming and the thought worried him. He hadn't ever been hit with
a belt before and the one hit already burned.
Smirking, Bill snapped the belt in his hands and chuckled at the way Finn
jumped slightly. He considered where to lay the next blow before deciding the
ass was as good a place as any. He brought the black leather down across the
pale, unblemished skin with a loud crack and smiled.
Finn cursed out loud, eyes going wide as he moved around. Wiggling his ass
trying to will the sting away, he wasn't hating it surprising enough. He made a
small noise and then figured he should get back in position.
Bill was impressed by the kid’s behavior and was looking forward to see how
many whips it would take for him to break down. He hit Finn again and then
again across the same spot, watching the area begin to glow a beautiful red.
Then he slapped the belt across the boy’s lower back, just to keep him on his
toes.
“Fuck!” he yelled out loud, his eyes watering and letting small tears fall. He
fell onto the bed and squirmed around. He whimpered when he got back up and was
panting. He didn't like that hit as much as the ones on his ass, but knowing
Bill wanted him to be good and be up again made something in him click and he
just wanted to be good.
Bill slapped him with the belt a few more times, enjoying the sight of the boy
breaking down willingly. “Good boy,” he told him softly, trailing a hand up and
over the heated skin up to his hair and jerked his head back. “How does it
feel, hmm?” He smiled sweetly at him and whipped his ass again while
simultaneously pulling hard on his hair.
Finn was unwillingly just crying at this point but he loved it. He was moving
around, trying to get some pressure off of his ass and rub himself against
something because he wasn't that good yet.
“Fuck, it's good, good, please Bill…” he let out a groan and his eyes finally
gave him a rest, his lips salty with the tears, he licked them. He needed a
break he knew it in his head, but he couldn't articulate what it was he needed,
he just knew he needed something from the man.
“Please what?” Bill laughed but hit him again and tugged on his hair harder.
“Please! Please just….just fuck me…” He moaned out loud, and hissed as he
spoke. He wanted to be good but it was hard when he didn't know how. So he did
what he did know, he opened his mouth.
“Please, I'll be good, I'll be good, please Bill, please.” it was if he was
trying to bargain with him as he turned his head, giving a desperate look.
“Well,” Bill let go of his hair and tossed the belt to the floor, “Since you
used the magic word.” He smirked down at Finn. “Back on your knees.”
Finn moved to get on his feet and unceremoniously fell to the floor. His legs
felt like jello and he couldn't get them to work. That had never happened
before, after sex sure, but he hadn't ever felt this warm sensation on his back
side. It made him blush as he ended up crawling over to Bill and forcing
himself to get up and stay on his knees. He looked up and shook his head,
letting his curls bounce around as he looked up at Bill and waited for further
instruction.
Stroking down his cheek the man looked over his tear stained face. “Trying to
grow up so fast… but still such a child.” He chuckled and gestured to his dick.
“Suck it.”
Finn acted like he had been freed from captivity, he was so happy to reach
forward and get his hands on Bill. He pumped him a few times before licking a
long stripe up the base of his cock, and taking the top in his mouth. This, he
could do. This, he was good at. He started sucking on the head a bit, letting
his tongue run all over it, getting it nice and wet, and then he started going
farther and farther until he hit his limit, sadly only about halfway down
Bill’s length. He used his hand to pump the rest tho, hoping it would go
unnoticed.
Groaning and twisting a hand through Finn’s curls Bill let the boy pleasure
him. He was quite good, evidently some of that cockiness was well deserved. He
jerked his hips forward giving him a little more than he could handle. Bill
smirked when Finn gagged and tried to pull off. He didn’t let him however and
enjoyed watching a tear escape his eye. After a moment though he let the boy
pull back, as much fun as it was getting his dick sucked, he had a feeling Finn
was a screamer and fully intended to try that ass out.
“Alright, up.” Bill pulled the boy to his feet and immediately leaned down to
catch his mouth in a dominating kiss.
Finn was panting into the kiss and let Bill do what he pleased as he wrapped
his arm around his neck for the moment. He then walked shaking and wondered how
Bill wanted him, but figured on the bed. He climbed on and bit his lip. “How do
you want me?” he asked, he couldn't stop looking at Bill’s dick, it was great,
and he couldn't wait for it to be in him.
“On your back for now.” Bill followed suit and crawled over the bed to where
Finn was now laying. He pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. Leaning
over the boy he kissed him again while wrapping a hand around his throat and
began squeezing while his tongue invaded Finn’s mouth. He let go for a split
second, enough for Finn to heave in a partial breath then tightened more than
before. He repeated this process while he moved to bite and suck on his
shoulder and collarbone.
Finn lay back and arched up into the kiss before he felt a hand wrap around his
neck. His first thought was panic, why was Bill choking him, was he going to
kill him? Surly not, so he forced himself to calm down, and when he got a
chance to breathe he sucked air in and then again it was gone and he hadn't
ever had this. He felt like he was going through a million new things with
Bill, but he loved it. His favorite part was how his voice sounded, so he was
sure to moan nice and pretty for Bill, loving how broken his own voice sounded.
He took his hands and scratched at Bill’s shoulders to try and get back at him
almost.
Growling when he felt Finn clawing at his back Bill squeezed hard then let go
and got up off the bed quickly.
“Stay there.” He called behind him as he went to the bathroom. After finding
what he was looking for he returned to the bed and pulled off his own jeans all
the way. Then he moved back between Finn’s legs and popped the cap off of the
little bottle of hotel body lotion. He teased his index finger slowly around
Finn’s hole and watched the boy squirm.
Finn moved up on his elbows when he left the room, and when he came back he put
his arms up around his head, biting his finger as he let his eyes fall closed.
He rocked back against his fingers, doing his best to encourage him. He just
wanted Bill to fuck him already.
Bill paused his motions completely, long enough for Finn to open his eyes and
look at him questioningly. Then he grinned and suddenly pushed the finger in
all the way to the knuckle. The boy was tight as hell and Bill couldn’t wait to
get inside him.
“Oh, oh god…” he stuttered out loud and looked down at Bill’s fingers, and then
up at him. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected, but he was still
surprised when Bill Did anything. He couldn't help but try to rock back down on
his finger.
“M-more.” He asked, mouth open a bit as he watched.
“Still so demanding,” Bill teased him but complied all the same and added a
second finger, moving them both in and out together.
Finn was breathing in and out slowly through his mouth, as he watched. He had
only experienced this feeling twice before, but god it was addicting.
After another minute Bill decided he was ready and pulled out his fingers and
lubed up himself before lining his cock up. He looked the boy directly in the
eye and shoved his cock all the way inside of him.
“Fuuuck,” He hissed, “you sure you’re not a virgin?” He felt so good and tight
around him it was incredible.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my goddd.” Finn practically yelled, he was so tense
everywhere, as he grabbed onto Bill, digging his nails in again involuntarily.
“God you're so big, fuck!” he moaned, his voice higher than usual. He licked
his lips, biting them as he forced himself to breath, remembering what David
had told him.
Not waiting long for him to adjust, Bill snapped his hips and smirked at the
moans and cries Finn was making involuntarily. He couldn’t help groaning as
well as the boy arched up into him and scratched at his shoulders.
Gasping for air, Finn moved to hold on better, as he let his head fall back,
unaware of how open he was now. Before Bill could do anything Finn wrapped his
arms around his neck and whispered in his ear in between thrusts.
“Fuck daddy…” he couldn't help it, it just came out.
Bill moaned and bit down on Finn’s neck. He had had a few girls call him daddy
during drunken one night stands but that didn’t come close to how it felt
having Finn call him that while he fucked him. But this wasn’t meant to be
something for Finn’s enjoyment. He cursed and slammed into him harder, knowing
they were only just getting started.
Finn hissed and moaned loudly as Bill fucked him, he was starting to not be
able to think logically.
Abruptly Bill pulled out. “Turn over.”
Whimpering, Finn rolled over and got up on his knees, his arms felt too weak,
so he just put his ass in the air and hoped it was good enough. Turning his
head to try and look, he smirked as he wiggled his ass. Obstinate as ever.
Bill brought his hand down and slapped Finn’s ass almost as hard as he could
and grinned at the handprint that instantly formed. He then pushed back inside
of him and picked up a brutal pace.
“Maybe,” He began, “You’re never going to learn.”
He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. “Fine by me.” He reached
over and wrapped a large hand around Finn’s throat and pulled hard. He knew the
boy’s arms were too weak to hold himself up properly so much of his weight
would be hanging on the hand around his throat. Bill smirked and continued
thrusting.
Finn let out a loud whine when he was spanked and his cock jumped from it. When
Bill started speaking Finn felt a little mix of both pride and guilt. He wanted
to be good, but he couldn't help teasing. He felt the hand around his throat
pull him back, and all hope was lost. It was like Finn had been turned off and
someone else was there. He moaned, and for a brief moment of sanity, laughed in
his head, at himself for sounding like such a slut. Realizing that he was
completely balanced on Bills hand, and that he was quickly losing air he
panicked mildly, but at the end of the day he trusted Bill, and he focused on
how good it felt, versus the panic in his head telling him he needed to breath.
Moaning when he could, he realized, maybe he should have played along from the
beginning.
Bill made sure to hold his hand just right, so he was mostly cutting off blood
flow and not suffocating Finn completely, a dead fourteen year old naked in his
hotel room might be a bit difficult to explain away. He wanted the kid to
suffer though, he could tell inevitable panic was rising in him but he
continued to fuck him, if Finn wanted to act like a teasing whore then he would
be treated like one. He tightened his hand a fraction and gripped the boy’s hip
with the other hard enough to make sure Finn would have a souvenir from his
little escapade.
“D-daddy…” Finn moaned out and gripped the sheets tightly, twisting his hands
in them. He was starting to worry, he was starting to see little black spots.
That shouldn't be happening right? He took a hand and tried to grab at Bill’s
hand, but the little bit of pressure that was left from his arms was gone when
he moved so he had to stop. He was just making nonstop noise by this point, but
getting quieter, unable to think properly.
Bill decided to escalate things a little, to scare the kid. Every time Finn
attempted to suck in a proper breath then exhaled, he tightened his fist, like
a boa constrictor slowly killing its prey. He kept going till the boy was
properly choking and gasping and then a little further until his struggling and
gagging started to slow down.
Finn felt his fingers begin to tingle and his body somehow get even heavier.
His vision was clouding over and he felt like he should be panicking but found
with the combination of the pleasure running through him and the lack of air
and blood to his brain, he couldn’t get his body to cooperate or his mind to
focus. Ultimately he decided to just float along, maybe this was it, he felt
his arms give out and the hand around his neck support him entirely,
effectively cutting off his breath completely.
Bill angled his hips slightly and made sure he hit the boy’s prostate just as
he let go of his neck and let him slump down onto the bed, holding onto both of
his hips instead.
Finn felt the blood rush back to his brain in a dizzying storm of chemicals. He
heaved in oxygen and coughed. Just as his vision began to fade back in he felt
Bill hitting that spot inside of him and it was like nothing he had ever felt
before. His toes curled and spots danced across his vision for the second time.
Bill reached forwards again to grab Finn’s hair, the boy deserved a little
something nice, for making it through near suffocation he laughed to himself.
Finn was so close to coming he nervously called out to Bill somehow. He wasn't
even sure what he was saying anymore, he was just mumbling as he was fucked.
Unable to move much at all he just took what he was given.
“Come for me, like the little whore you are.” Bill growled with a smirk and
scraped his nails along Finn’s scalp as he pulled hard on his hair, never once
pausing his thrusts.
Being called a whore was so satisfying for Finn, he never thought he would like
it, but being given permission, and being called that, and the hair was to much
for his small body and mind to handle. He came with a shriek and let his body
go limp, not wanting to think about how overstimulated he was going to be. He
clenched around Bill and hoped he could be good. Now that he was sedated he
just wanted to be a good boy for Bill.
It was admittedly impressive, how long Finn had held on, how much it took to
finally break him down. Bill held him up easily by the hip, groaning when he
felt the boy tighten around him. He was a good fuck in general, let alone for
such a young age. He thought a little too highly of himself sure but Bill had
put him through sexual activities that many adults would never try and he had
taken them in stride. The man smiled genuinely and slammed into the now
extremely pliant body hard, chasing his own orgasm. Finn was still whimpering
softly and squeezing on and off around Bill’s dick.
It was a combination of the physical feeling, the beautiful image of the boy
absolutely wrecked below him and the idea of how wrong this all was that
finally pushed Bill over the edge. He spilled himself into Finn with a long
moan. He pulled out and let the spent boy fully collapse on the bed.
Finn groaned and moved his hand to rest against his lips, he was sore, naked,
used, and it felt amazing. He felt like he was on cloud nine. He wasn't sure if
Bill had said anything to him or not, if he had he hadn't heard him. He didn't
want to move, he was happy to stay there like that forever. Or at least for a
while.
Bill’s comment about Finn having to leave before it got too late died on his
lips. The boy looked too peaceful, too young and innocent. He would take care
of Finn, just this once, he decided. Bill went to the bathroom and cleaned
himself up, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and brought a damp towel back to the
bed to clean Finn up. After he was done he gently pulled back the covers and
maneuvered them both underneath. He laid down facing Finn and studied his face.
Brushing a few dark curls away from the boy’s eyes he spoke softly to
him,“You’re a good boy.” He moved to kiss the top of his head and pull him in
close. Grinning, Bill swatted at Finn’s ass a last time just to hear his cute
little whimper. Then he reached over and turned the light out before turning
back and wrapping his long arms protectively around the small body. “You’re
safe, sleep.” He shushed Finn.
With all of his choices taken away he was left with no option other than to
listen to what Bill said and follow his words. Closing his eyes and resting
next to Bill, feeling safe and protected he wasn't even aware of how quickly he
fell asleep, being hard asleep in no time.
 
Bill woke up the next morning and blinked sleepily, he had automatically rolled
over to check the time, or he had tried to at least. He found his arm pinned to
the bed and opened his eyes fully. Oh right. He shook Finn gently and pulled
his arm out from under the boy as he stirred in his sleep. “We have to get to
breakfast,” he murmured and ran his hand through Finn’s soft, now extremely
messy, hair.
“Mmm so tired though….”He rolled over lazily, feeling his bare legs rub against
the comfy sheets.
“Your friend’s are going to be missing you, kid.”
Finn opened his eyes slowly and remembered last night. He blushed and thought
of his two friends who had passed out in his room drunk, and his drunken trip
to find Bill. It had worked. Somehow, it had worked.
Finn rolled over and rubbed his stomach, pushing the sheet down to look at his
hips he gasped and sat up, awake now. He stood and went to find a mirror,
looking at the bruises on his hips and after a moment to think he hesitantly
turned around to look at his backside.
“Oh my god Bill!” he said running his hand over the welts and large bruises
left from the belt used the night before.
Walking across the room, Bill chuckled as he looked over the marks he had left
and the expression on Finn’s face. “What,” he teased as he crossed his arms
over his still naked chest and leaned against the wall, “never been spanked
before?” He knew full well that Finn likely had not.
“Not like that.” he said with a smirk. He then went over to his clothes and
sighed.
“They smell like alcohol…” he vaguely remembered Jaeden spilling a shot on him
at some point. He pouted and looked up to Bill hopefully.
Bill looked at the boy before shrugging and pushing off the wall. He moved to
his suitcase to pull out a thin pull-over sweater and held it out to Finn with
a smirk, daring him.
Finn got up smiling big as he took the shirt
“Thanks!” He pulled it on and grabbed his pants, hopping in them he ruffled his
hair in the mirror and rubbed a finger on his teeth. “Alright, let's go.” He
said turning around, realizing he was still not dressed. “Hurry up!” Finn said
as he went in the bathroom to let Bill get dressed.
Bill watched the bathroom door shut with his arm still slightly outstretched
for a moment, well that’s how Finn wanted to play it then? He pulled on a dark
v-neck shirt and some black jeans, ran a hand through his hair and strode
across the small room slowing down slightly to rap his knuckles on the bathroom
door. He pulled open the front door, slung a leather jacket over his shoulder
and waited for Finn to join him.
He just looked for a moment, checking Bill out shamelessly. He blushed ever so
slightly, and then, determinedly, led the way to the elevators, down to brunch.
When they open the doors he smiled, seeing his friends again he walked over to
them immediately forgetting Bill behind him.
Bill walked in right after him smirking and reached into his pocket. He stopped
next to Finn and greeted the others before leaning in close and speaking to the
boy just loudly enough for the others to hear.
“Forgot this in my room. Must have fallen out of your pocket last night.” His
smirk widened as he handed Finn back his phone to the questioning stares of the
other kids. He hummed as he walked away to go get himself some food.
Finn froze and for a moment his cool facade faded away and he was left raw,
like last night. He looked down at his phone and put it in his pocket, his head
lowered still while everyone looked at him. He looked up at Bill, hoping to see
him looking back, but he was talking to one of the servers about something.
Completely ignoring him. He wondered how it was possible that he could make him
feel so vulnerable so quickly, and then not care, so quickly. Looking up he
made eye contact with Jack who had one eyebrow raised watching him. Turning
away before he really did blush, he went to grab a plate when Chosen stopped
him.
“What happened last night?” He tilted his head a bit and squinted at Finns
neck.
“Wyatt,” Chosen spoke up to the boy who was walking in behind them, “Come look
at this.”
He was immediately interested. Finn swatted his hand away from where it was
pointing and covered up his neck awkwardly.
“You smell like Bill.” Jaeden said softly, taking a bite of bacon from off his
plate. Everyone turned to Jaeden then and he realized his mistake trying to
back track from what he had just said. Finn slipped away to go get a plate and
get away from the group.
“Is there anyone besides Chosen and I that hasn't slept with the clown?” Sophia
came up and asked quietly as she picked up some fruit for her plate.
“I like that you assume Wyatt has. That would be hot.” Finn wiggled his
eyebrows and looked at her with a wink.
“I don't kiss and tell,” Wyatt said walking behind them, grabbing at Finns
shirt, pulling at the collar a bit, “or show...apparently.”
Sophia’s eyes went wide and Finn set his plate down to laugh to himself. Of
course Wyatt might have slept with Bill, that is something he would love to
keep just public enough to tease everyone with. Jeremy was the last to show up,
and he was saying hello to Jack when he pointed to Finn.
“Why is your shirt so big, it looks like it belongs to Bill.” The group
laughed, including Bill, and Finn turned bright red, regretting his decision.
Trying to tease the older man had been overshadowed by his teasing friends.
Andy walked in next and greeted them all before getting himself some food and
sitting down with Bill and some other people who had worked on the set catching
up with them all. Throughout the meal Bill looked over to the table where all
the kids were animatedly chatting away and caught Finn’s eye with a small
smirk. He could tell Jack had been looking between the two of them often and
his mind began to wander. He took note of how Jack had sat next to Finn and was
constantly touching him, almost in a dominating way, and how Finn would respond
submissively. It was an interesting exchange and Bill filed the information
away for later.
It was a couple hours later when everything was winding down, and this time it
was Bill that left first. Finn knew he needed to get his clothes back from him,
so he decided to leave as well.
Jack was not going to stand for this. He wanted some answers. Standing with the
two of them, waiting for the elevator was quiet. Jack stood between the two
until the doors opened and Finn moved to stand next to Bill. Looking smug
almost, Jack noticed, he stood on the other side. Waiting for the door to close
he smirked at the reflective surface.
“So Bill,” Jack said turning to him, completely ignoring Finn, “I see you got
some last night.” it was the best way he could think of. Bill chuckled to
himself and nodded, looking down at Finn.
“Yeah I did, good too.” They were approaching his floor.
“Good to know.” Jack said as the door dinged and opened up, Bill moved to
leave, smacking Finns ass on the way out, making him yelp. He bit his lip and
moved to follow Bill like a puppy. He liked the thought. Before he was even
able to set foot outside the elevator Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him back,
hitting the door shut button.
“Why don't we hang out more?” He said moving to put his hand on Finn’s
shoulder, running his thumb over the finger marks people had been talking about
earlier. Smirking, he licked his lips, pulling his hand away and, with perfect
timing it opened up to the main floor again and Jack stepped out.
“Text me.” Jack said, reaching in and hitting the right floor button again
before he turned and went back to the party. Finn stood there gobsmacked at
what had just happened. So much, in such a small amount of time. He felt like
he had whiplash, but he figured he was just feeling Jack’s hands on his neck
still. The doors opened back up, as if they were expecting him to actually get
out this time, and he made his way to Bill’s room, knocking on the door.
Bill heard the knock and knew it must be Finn, he opened it with the boy’s
shirt in his hand.
“You know,” he drawled and made a show of looking at the watch on his wrist,
“we don’t need to be at that meeting for a few hours.” He smirked and held the
door open for Finn to join him inside.
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