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The lights flickered just as menacingly as everything else in the wicked sorcerer’s tower and Mike, lying naked on a table and completely paralyzed thanks to the wicked sorcerer’s psionic powers, couldn’t help but think that this was just the coolest thing he’d ever experienced in his life. And, of course, the hottest.
He wasn’t really in a wicked sorcerer’s tower. For starters, the wicked sorcerer in question was in reality his boyfriend Will Byers, not really Will the Wicked, terror of a thousand lands. And he wasn’t in a tower at all. In reality, they were in Mike’s dorm room at the University of Chicago. But Mike’s senses were not telling him they were there. As far as Mike’s brain was concerned, he was in Will the Wicked’s evil lair, a place strewn with torture equipment (none of which Will was going to be using on Mike) and radiating dark magic and corruptive, corrosive evil. Just the way he wanted it.
After Vecna had died, Will had somehow inherited all of his powers. And that meant Will was, for all intents and purposes, a real life sorcerer, capable of doing things even El couldn’t do. He could move things with his mind and read people’s thoughts, absolutely, but he particularly specialized in being able to manipulate people’s minds. Their dreams, their perceptions, their everything. And Mike found that just to be so fucking hot.
Mike and El had broken up shortly after the military occupation began, understanding they were better off as friends and they were happier that way. Even now, they were still best friends. And slowly but surely Mike came to the realization his feelings for his best friend Will were a lot more than platonic. When Will had finally mustered up the courage to come out to him, Mike had responded by dragging him into a closet and kissing his brains out. And from then on, the two of them were absolutely inseparable.
Mike just thought his boyfriend was the sexiest person to ever live in every respect, but he particularly thought it was sexy when he used his powers, and especially when he used them on Mike. He loved having his head messed with, knowing at his core Will would never use his powers for evil. Or, more specifically, nonconsensual evil. It had taken some time to persuade Will his powers weren’t inherently evil and even longer to convince him to use it for sexual purposes. But Mike was persistent and incredibly turned on by Will’s power. Eleven had been adamant to never use her powers erotically and Mike had of course respected this limit.
But Will was different. Once he managed to get out of his shell, he had few compunctions about using his powers to make their sex lives incredible. And not just their sex lives, but also their regular ones. He “convinced” the administration to let them stay at the dorms reserved for married couples. When Dad had reacted badly to Mike coming out, Will had manipulated his dreams and thoughts until he reluctantly accepted it. And when they went on dates, he mind controlled any homophobes around them into acting like they were a perfectly ordinary couple. Maybe it wasn’t strictly speaking the most ethical course of action, but he was just correcting societal injustices. Two wrongs made a right or something like that.
The coolest part of his mental manipulation powers, though, were when he altered Mike’s own perceptions to make him genuinely believe things. Right now, his perception was that he was a prisoner in a sorcerer’s tower and there was absolutely nothing he could perceive that contradicted this. It was a thorough, utterly believable simulation of reality and Mike was practically salivating for what was coming. And for the fact he would be coming soon enough.
The door open and Will the Wicked, the terrifying scourge of the Verdant Lands, stepped through. Well, he wasn’t Will the Wicked yet. Right now, he was still Will Byers. But he looked like Will the Wicked, dressed in robes of red and black, his normally short hair long and wild, and his eyes glowing red, glinting with want and need.
“Now are you sure you still want this, Mike?” Will said and temporarily banished the paralysis so he could answer. “Remember, there’s no shame in saying no. I just want us to be happy.”
“Yes, I want this,” Mike said, barely managing to refrain from rolling his eyes. As annoying as it was to have Will constantly checking in for his consent, he understood it was more necessary than usual when dealing with his mental powers. As sexy as the idea sounded in theory, having his free will stripped away was not something Mike desired in practice, though he sure enjoyed pretending sometimes.
Will reached down and squeezed his shoulder gently. Mike twitched on the table at the barest hint of his touch, almost violently. “Good boy,” he whispered. Mike let out a whine. Will had once been a wallflower, not helped by his trauma from the Upside Down, but he’d gotten so confident these last few years and it was so damn hot. “Now as always, if you want us to stop the scene, you’re going to say what…?”
“Mouth-breather.” He couldn’t imagine ever being in a position where he’d say it. He trusted his boyfriend implicitly. But Mike knew they needed a safeword anyway. It was the responsible thing to do and it made Will feel less guilty about meddling with his boyfriend’s mind.
“And you will always know, deep down, in the very center of your subconscious, even when you’re completely subsumed by Mike the Brave, you can say that word and this ends,” Will intoned, and Mike’s cock, hard enough already, got even harder at the realization that he was now using his powers on him. “If you need to stop the scene temporarily, you’ll say the word…dahlia. If I ask you what color you’re feeling, you’ll say green if you’re doing good, yellow if you want to stop temporarily, and red if you want to stop permanently. You won’t think there’s anything strange about me asking you that question. Do you understand and agree to these commands?”
“Yes.”
Will gave him a cocky grin, pun so intended. “Then when I touch your forehead, Mike Wheeler will disappear and Mike the Brave will awaken.”
Mike let out a squeak of anticipation as Will’s finger moved, with torturous slowness, directly at the center of his forehead and then it finally made contact and
Mike the Brave opened his eyes. His heroic efforts to defeat the malevolent sorcerer Will the Wicked had been for naught. He had been accompanied by his brave friends and together, they’d battled Will, but his command of magic was stronger than theirs and he managed to fell them, one by one. Now he was Will’s prisoner, in his evil lair, and there was no telling what sort of horrific tortures or dark magic the sorcerer would use on him! But Mike would show no fear, for he knew not what it was. He was Mike the Brave, the greatest paladin to ever live, and a champion of good, order, justice, and light! He would never succumb to the darkness.
“Ah, good, you’re awake,” Will said as he appeared in front of Mike, giving a diabolical grin. Well, all of Will’s grins were by definition diabolical, the foul fiend that he was, but this one appeared more diabolical than average. “There’s no use struggling, my nemesis. My will is stronger than yours. I am, after all, well named.”
“Where are my friends?” Mike demanded.
If Mike didn’t know any better, he might actually have thought Will’s smile had turned into a fond one. But of course that could not be so. Will was not capable of love, of affection. The evil never were. “Have no fear, Michael. Your friends are in the cells below the keep, unharmed. As long as they cooperate and your liege pays the ransom, they will walk away unscathed.” He reached out and rubbed his finger down Mike’s chest. The contact was electrifying, despite Mike’s best efforts to deny it. “You, on the other hand, are different. You, I intend to show special attention to.”
Mike gulped and ignored the treasonous thoughts which entered into his head at this. Will obviously meant torturing him, not…anything else. And even if he’d meant what Mike had first thought he’d meant, it didn’t mean anything. Mike could not succumb to the lure of evil, for he was a paladin. The people of the Verdant Lands were relying on him to save them. He could not let them down. And even if they weren’t, Mike was straight and succumbing to any deviant impulses would have been wrong.
“You think I’m a bad person, don’t you?” Will whispered, his voice low and hypnotic. Inexorable. Mike felt like he was swimming in a pool of water listening to it. Knowing at any moment, he could succumb to the waves, subsume himself in its warmth and charm.
“Well, they don’t call you neutral evil because you’re all sunshine and rainbows,” Mike retorted, trying his best to stay on balance. Whatever tricks, whatever spells Will the Wicked tried to lay upon him, he would resist.
Will laughed, like he’d just told a good joke. “Oh, Mike. I’m going to have so much fun breaking you. I do hope you resist. I wouldn’t want it to be too easy.”
He started planting kisses over the upper half of Mike’s chest, slowly making his way up to his neck. Mike could not help himself. He let out a plaintive whine and he hated himself so much the moment the whine left his lips. Every time Will kissed him, it felt like sparks of lightning were coursing through him. A mere kiss to his chest felt better than any girl’s kiss to his lips ever had. Damn Will and his seductive powers of seductiveness!
“Evil isn’t just about inflicting pain on other people,” Will pontificated. While his mouth made his way up to Mike’s neck, his hands were going down in the direction of Mike’s cock, though they were nowhere near there at the moment. Mike couldn’t help himself; he moaned indecently. “It’s about breaking chains, freeing people from the rigmarole of society.”
Despite the torturous pleasure he was feeling, Mike was strong enough of will to provide a retort to these ridiculous arguments. “The inhabitants of the villages you’ve been burning would no doubt disagree…with you,” he managed to ground out, his hesitation at the end caused by Will using his powers to start telekinetically stimulating Mike’s cock.
“And if they refused to pay their taxes or revolted against your liege, he would have burned them down just the same. For daring to be free. Is that good or just another form of evil?”
Mike couldn’t concentrate. The pleasure was intensifying. He wanted so badly to cum right now, but he knew that if he did, it would be a surrender he wouldn’t be able to come back from. The moral conundrum he was facing there was a moot point, however; as Will was using his powers to stimulate him, so was he using them to block off any orgasm. But Mike still wanted it and he hated himself for it. He was a champion of light and good. He wasn’t supposed to be aroused by evil. He wasn’t supposed to want to give into it.
“You’re doing something to me,” he whispered.
Will scoffed, looking almost offended. “I know many spells which I could use to influence your mind, Michael Wheeler. Were I to will it, you would become my helpless, obedient slave, my mere thrall, bound to me by pleasure and unquestioning obedience.” Mike let out a squeak as his mind told him that, yes, yes, please, he wanted it so desperately. But he couldn’t do it! His friends were relying on him to rescue him! Those villages were relying on him to save them!
Except…it was true that his liege had burnt down a village last month for daring to defy him, wasn’t it? Men, women, and children had died at the hands of someone who was Lawful Good. Of course this was quite different, Mike tried to tell himself. Mike’s liege did those things because he needed to maintain order and his authority, so that he may defend against greater threats like dragons or wicked and seductive sorcerers. Er, wicked sorcerers. Just wicked.
Will suddenly ceased his kisses and looked Mike straight in the eyes. Will the Wicked’s eyes were red, like a bloody void. They seemed to pull Mike into their orbit. He couldn’t look away even if he tried. If he so wanted, Mike knew Will could hypnotize him with them, and his cock twitched violently at the very thought.
“I could mesmerize you and enslave you in mere seconds,” Will bragged. Except it didn’t sound like bragging when he said that; it just sounded like an inexorable truth. “Perhaps I have already done that and this is merely a construct in your mind.”
Mike scoffed. He may not have been so certain about some things as he wanted to be, but he was pretty sure he would have realized it if Will had done something like that. “As if.”
“My point, Sir Michael, is that I have no intention of bending your mind to my will, not when it would be far more rewarding, far more pleasurable for you to submit to me of your own accord.”
“You will never get the better of me! I am a knight of the realm and I will never surrender to –”
Will snapped his fingers and the spell which prevented him from cumming was abruptly removed and before Mike could summon the wherewithal to stop it, the pressure got too much for him and he came in a torrent of pleasure which seemed to flow into him in devastating waves. Were he not paralyzed, he would have thrashed around on the table. As it were, he spewed his cum directly onto Will. The evil sorcerer licked it off his face and cherished each bite as if he was sampling the most sumptuous of dishes.
He stepped away, looking entirely calm and blasé as if he had not given Mike the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced, and started pacing around the room. Mike let out a groan at the sudden lack of stimulation, both psychic and physical. “Please…”
“In your persistence to do what is right, you have blinded yourself to the harm that was done to innocents,” Will said, his tone lecturing, almost didactic. “How many peasants have lost their livelihood to the king’s exuberant taxes? How many fair maidens have been despoiled by noblemen with no recourse? How many have been burnt at the stake for mere accusations of homosexuality?”
Mike hated himself in that moment so much, even more than he hated himself for wanting to succumb to Will’s treacherous wiles. Because Will was so right. How many times had Mike, as a knight, been forced to turn a blind eye to injustice? “Good still does less harm than evil…”
“Evil is more honest about the harm it does; that is the only difference. I do not pretend my perversions are done in the name of a god or order or anything other than my own power.” He looked earnest and sympathetic now. “You have been forced to lie to yourself, Sir Michael. Thanks to the king’s tyrannical laws, you have been forced to hide your true nature. Forced to hide the fact that you prefer the company of men to women.”
“Dahlia,” Sir Michael announced and there was no warning before he was thrown back into the real world, no transition whatsoever. He was a paladin one moment and a college student the next.
“What is it?” Will asked, no traces of the wicked tempter he’d been a second earlier in his bearing, and immediately released him. “Am I coming on too strong?”
“No, it’s just – I’m bisexual, Will, remember?” He’d just discovered that word very recently and it had become a part of who he is, and he wasn’t about to give it up for anything.
Will groaned. “I forgot about that. Well, maybe Sir Michael isn’t?” Mike shook his head firmly. “Sorry about that.”
Mike waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about it.”
Will re-paralyzed him and then with another snap of his fingers, Mike vanished and Sir Michael returned. He had no memory any time had passed. “Ah, no, that is not correct,” Will the Wicked continued inexorably. “You prefer the company of both men and women equally.”
“Right now, I’d prefer anyone to your company,” Mike blustered.
“You have had to endure even more because of that,” Will went on as if he had not heard him. “People do not believe you, they think you are lying, unable to decide, as if there is a need. The only need is for you to be true to who you are, Sir Michael.”
Mike almost started crying. As pathetic as the idea sounded, the dark sorcerer before him was the first person to truly accept him as such with no hesitation. His fellow party members (not his real party, a thought flitted into him and then vanished, not even leaving behind recollection; just NPCs) always regarded him with contempt and disgust whenever he mentioned these deviant urges. He was just trying to get attention, falling for some fad, in their eyes. Certainly his years of loyal service to the king would gain him nothing but perhaps a swift death if His Majesty found out about his leanings.
But if he gave into Will, he would never be judged again, never be looked down upon for his leanings ever again. He would be too powerful to be assailed. If he so chose, he could have a harem of concubines of both genders. None would gainsay him. He could do whatever he wanted. The people of the Verdant Lands would be better off. Yes, they would be under the iron heel of a cruel despot, but they were like that now, and at least this despot wouldn’t be homophobic. And Mike…
…Mike could be happy. For once in his life, he could let go of the expectations of society, of his parents, of the darkness which had subsumed his childhood and submit to Will’s will.
“Yes,” he croaked.
Will tilted his head. “Yes, what, brave knight?” By the smile on his face, he knew exactly what Mike meant by that comment, but he was going to force Mike to say the words anyway. Evil, it would seem, was not entirely gracious in victory.
“I want it all,” Mike said. “I want to submit to you, to the powers of darkness. I want to stop hiding myself, stop hiding the truth of who I am. I want to tell the whole fucking world that I’m bi, that I’m so in love with Will Byers it just hurts!”
Will furrowed his brow. “Did you snap out of it, Mike?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Clearly not, then. I’m impressed. That must have been a very strongly held desire to sneak in there.” Mike had no idea what he was talking about. “Do you vow to foreswear the forces of good? To serve the forces of evil?”
Mike took a deep breath, even now hesitant to give up everything he’d been taught. But not hesitant enough to not go through with it anyway. “I do.”
“Do you promise to obey me in all things, no matter how wicked and depraved?”
“Yes…”
“What is your color?”
“Green,” Mike said firmly. He knew this was true as surely as he didn’t know what he meant by that and knew he wasn’t supposed to think about it either.
Will stepped forward and kissed him on the forehead, then on the lips, in some grotesque parody of a holy anointing. “Then I name you Mike the Defiler, servant of evil, and I bind you to my will forever, my slave.”
And in that moment, Mike fell. He lost the favor of the gods and thus became an Oath-Breaker, a servant of the darkness. And Mike knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. His party members would be ashamed of him, but they didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was fulfilling his desires and right now he desired Will the Wicked.
Will broke the paralyzing spell and gestured at his feet. Mike eagerly climbed off the table and knelt before his new master. “What is thy bidding, my master?”
For some reason, Will looked like he was about to burst out laughing for a few seconds at that comment, but then he composed himself. “Disrobe me,” he commanded, and Mike hastened to obey, divesting Will of his robes. He wore no smallclothes beneath. He was entirely naked.
And what a body. Toned, muscled, not exactly as fit as a mighty warrior, but he was also no scrawny shut-in like one might expect from a sorcerer either. His pecs, his legs…and, most of all, his cock. It was a work of art. Mike could write poems about this cock and likely would in the future. He just wanted to worship it. But he wasn’t going to make a move until his master commanded him. Will was in charge and Mike obeyed him. That was the way of things now.
“Suck my cock like the good, obedient slave-boy you are.”
Mike didn’t even hesitate before wrapping his lips around Will’s cock. It was the first time he could enjoy a cock without feeling an immense sense of guilt and he was savoring every second. It fit in his mouth like he was born to give blowjobs. Will laughed cruelly. “All you paladins are just sluts at the core, aren’t you? You’re just a submissive fallen paladin slut for your sorcerer master, isn’t that right, Ex-Sir Michael?”
Mike tried to give as good as he was getting with the dirty talk, but he was hampered by the fact Will’s cock was still in his mouth. It didn’t matter. His master understood anyway. And when Will came, Mike swallowed every last drop like the submissive fallen paladin slut he was always meant to become. He knew he should have felt ashamed of how low he’d descended, but he didn’t. All he felt was warmth, contentment, and need.
Will stroked his hair like he was a pet, for that was what he was now if Will demanded it. He had thought Will had chained him, but he’d freed him. Society no longer shackled him. Mike was now free to become his best self and also to fuck his master on a regular basis. Couldn’t forget about that part.
Barely expending any effort, Will telekinetically lifted Mike into the air and onto the nearby bed. It was a huge, four poster bed, and it seemed rather impractical to have in a tower. How did he manage to fit it up all those stairs? But those questions were irrelevant, a part of his mind sternly reminded him. What mattered was only what Will told him now.
“We’re going to do such amazing things together, my thrall,” Will purred, his voice soft and slick and almost a physical manifestation of the pure aura of sexiness which permeated every fiber of his being.”
Mike was lying on the bed now, facing the wall, unable to see his master, unable to perceive the moment when Will truly fucked his body as well as his mind. It would be a surprise. He suddenly felt a wet slickness in his ass as Will spread lubricant onto it. Mike let out a moan at Will’s hands slathering his behind with the lube, knowing exactly what was happening.
But it still came as a shock when Will’s cock penetrated his ass, moving deliberately slowly at first, but inexorably picking up speed and intensity. Mike never knew being fucked could be so pleasurable. Losing his hang-ups, turning to the dark side, was an aphrodisiac like none other. As Will’s cock penetrated his behind, waves of pleasure flowed through him. His hands rubbed against his back like he was a baker kneading bread, getting all of the stiffness out of his muscles. Meanwhile, his tongue licked his neck and Mike let out a high pitched sound which sounded utterly undignified.
“You’re doing so good, you’re just lying there and being a good, responsive hole for me, Michael,” Will announced. “Enjoying your newfound pursuit of evil, submitting to the darkness like a good thrall.”
“Yes, master,” Mike said. What else was there to say? “I’ll obey you. Just please…please fuck me, master, keep fucking me! I want to feel it all!”
Will gave a deep, confident, rich laugh, and then he telekinetically pressed against Mike’s tumescently aroused cock and Mike spewed cum onto the mattress and then Will responded in kind, cumming right into Mike’s ass. Mike screamed in pleasure, loud and piercing, heedless to his volume, as pleasure engulfed him to an extent unmatched by any previous orgasm, even the one Will had previously given him. In that moment, nothing mattered. There was only him and Will and the pleasure.
When he’d finally come down from the high, Will was lying next to him, his arms around him, as if they were husbands instead of thrall and regnant. “I love you,” Will said and kissed Michael and then when his lips left him, Mike Wheeler looked at his boyfriend with an expression of pure adoration.
“That was…just the best thing I’ve ever experienced. So hot.” They were back in his dorm room, not in a wicked sorcerer’s tower, but Mike had really gotten fucked by Will and professed allegiance to the darkness. He’d just thought he was doing it in a fantasy world. The sheets were stained from his cum.
“I didn’t take things too far?” Will worried.
It was always adorable and reassuring how Will always made sure he wasn’t going too far off the deep end whenever they had one of those sessions. And as always, Mike shook his head, absolutely secure in the knowledge his basically demigod of a boyfriend would never harm him. Well, not more than Mike wanted, anyway.
“Well, that was fun, but I guess we should get started on our homework now.”
“Aw, come on, Will, do we have to?” Mike whined.
“Hey, they don’t call me Will the Wicked for nothing.”