Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2022 02:25:44 -0500 From: Fang Saito Subject: Cadence - Chapter 17 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected under copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproduction is allowed without the author's consent. Conversations and feedback are appreciated to Greyson B. via email at hokkaidohotel86it@gmail.com. The emails I have received thus far are greatly appreciated. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. This story will contain graphic depictions of sex between males of teen and adult ages (M/m, m/m). If this is an issue for you or the laws where you live, you are obviously in the wrong place. Also, this is a story with plot, not merely wank material. You have been warned. I have posted another story in the Gay / high school section, called A Ghost Finds a Body. Feel free to check it out. Cadence Part 17 Cade stood there, shaking slightly and trying to decide how to handle the situation. He wanted nothing more than to dive straight at the jock, even if he was surrounded by his pack. As with the make out session the week before, all he could picture was the look on Jordan's face if he was suspended. Before he could formulate another plan, their teacher walked into the room from the front. A light switched on in Cade's head. Walking calmly over to Christopher, Cade said politely but loudly, "Can I please have my paper back?" The class had quieted as soon as the adult had entered the room. He was known as a strict disciplinarian, and no one wanted to risk his wrath. This meant that Cade's voice carried, without needing to shout. Cade didn't even have to turn around to know that Dr. Von T had heard him. Christopher smirked, refusing to back off with all his friends around him. In a casual tone he said, "Don't know what you are talking about." Cade lowered his voice, already feeling ever eye in the class on him. "Can we please handle this civilly and be done with it?" "Leave me alone, freshie. I'm trying to learn here." Cade knew all the unwritten rules. You don't kick someone when they are down. You don't snitch. You handle your own problems. However, the football player sitting in front of him was twice his size and a known bully. Besides, all of life's other rules were constantly broken against Cade's favor. So fuck it. "You're choice. Last chance to give me the paper. I promise, you can still make all the fun of me that you want afterward." When Christopher doubled down on his smirk, looking around at his buddies, pointedly folding the note and slipping it in between the pages of his book before slapping his notebook down over the book, Cade nodded. He turned and calmly walked to the front of the room. As Cade moved between the other students' desks, Dr. Von Tiesenhausen stood at his desk, allowing Cade to approach. Cade was one of three underclassmen in this class, the other two being sophomores. On the first day, Dr. Von T had spoken to the three younger students, insisting that they come to him with any problems. He insisted that speaking with him for conflict resolution was a tool in their arsenal, not an act of snitching. Of course, he probably had not expected his assistance to be sought so openly. Speaking quietly and knowing most of the class was staring daggers into his back, Cade briefly explained the situation, where the note was, and a few key identifying phrases from the paper. He then thanked the teacher and went to go take his seat, leaving the situation in the hands of authority. Making it a point not to look back at the scene at the back of the room, Cade nevertheless strained to hear what was being said. The professor asked whether Christopher had the note, and when told no, he simply asked for the jock's book. Stupidly enough, Christopher hadn't even bothered moving the note, as Dr. Von T said "thank you" and walked back to the front, laying the paper on the corner of Cade's desk. Once class ended, Christopher made it a point to stand to the side, just inside the door. Dr. Von T was watching from the corner as Cade got up and headed for the exit. Knowing they were watched, Christopher said, "That was a mistake that you'll pay for." "We shall see," said Cade calmly. "I did ask for this to be handled civilly." "Yeah, that was you're bad." Christopher pushed off the wall and headed out the door, blocking Cade and several other students from exiting. Cade gave one last glance to the teacher, who nodded back, before leaving. Being justifiably paranoid, Cade checked none of the jocks were in the hall just outside. Cade knew the jocks had Athletics last period, so they would have no time to fuck with him today. He was nervously excited getting through his last class and make it home, to see if his plan could be put into place. Arriving home, Cade let himself and Jordan into the house and headed straight to his laptop. It took some time to search online, but eventually he located the address of one Christopher Sampson. After that, he was ready for a phone call. Duncan's phone went to voicemail, so he left a message to return the call ASAP. Next was a call to Nathan. Plans were excitedly made for Saturday, with Cade's friend congratulating him on a proper date. Jordan overheard the call and squealed his agreement at the plans. Both boys settled down to knock out their homework. Cade could barely settle down, his knee constantly bouncing, waiting to hear back. He was just getting started on dinner when the phone rang. "What's up, sexy? Miss me already?" "I need your help with something, if you're up for it," said Cade. "I'm sure something can be figured out." "There's a guy at school that has me in his sights. He's older, much bigger, and I know of at least two freshmen he has beat bad enough they have missed a few days of school. I think you would prefer I'm not his next target?" "O-okay, I'm listening," Duncan said tentatively. "I just need a bit of playacting from you, and perhaps a friend." Cade went into details on where Christopher lived and what details he knew about him. "So what's the playacting? What are you picturing I'm supposed to do with this kid?" asked Duncan. "Act like you're toughs. Convince him I'm under somebody's protection. Mafia, drug cartel, I don't care," said Cade. "Bullies always back down from bigger bullies, and adults are definitely bigger." "And what's the plan if he tells someone?" "Since it's all fake, there's nothing to find. And if you scare him enough, he'll keep it to himself. Hurt him if you want to get kinky, but make sure he can still play sports." "I get helping you, but that's a bit much, don't you think?" Cade was silent for a minute. "When we first started out, you had some bdsm pain shit you wanted to do that I shut down. I'll give you a night with the stuff you wanted to do, if you do this for me." Now it was Duncan's turn to be silent. Finally he said, "Alright, give me the address. But I can't exactly walk into his house. I'll have to catch him coming home, maybe. Leave it to me." "I'll avoid him at school, to give you the rest of the week. I've got a feeling I'll know once you've done your thing." "Not crazy about this, but its bold, that's for sure." "When are you coming back over?" "Well, i was looking at Saturday, but you've got your big day. So I'll be there Thursday. I'll bring dinner." "Thanks, Duncan." Wednesday, Cade was able to keep his head down and never saw Christopher or his friends all day outside of Physics during sixth period. Overall the day was pretty uneventful, and he managed to have a pretty fun evening playing with Jordan. They pulled out a bunch of Jordan's newer action figures, and Cade pulled out some of his old stuff. They messed around for a couple hours, and then Cade thrilled his brother when he said he was going to let Jordan keep all the stuff Cade had dug out of his closet. He even promised they would play with then together more often. On Thursday, James came and found Cade in the library at lunch again. He teased that he needed more time making fun of Cade's new hair, and they had a good laugh over that. Cade hoped that James liked the new hair as much as he professed. He was actually having fun taking a few extra minutes in the morning with the straighter iron. Jordan had even gotten in the habit of stopping in to let his big brother spend a few minutes on his hair as well in the mornings. It was beginning to become just one more opportunity for them to check in with one another. James couldn't really stay too long, since he really did have class, but they still spent a fun ten minutes discussing their anticipation of Saturday. As an extra incentive, Cade teased that his house would be empty when James dropped him off. In answer, James commented that maybe they should skip the movie and just go to Cade's house for the evening. Cade had to admit, that sounded tempting. "How long will your parents be out?" "Um," Cade wasn't sure how he should answer that, but finally decided it would be alright. "Until lunch Sunday?" "Holy shit! I should come spend the night," exclaimed James. "You think that's a good idea? We are still getting to know each other." "Well, I'm obviously not going to force you, but I think it's an excellent idea." Cade was able to smell the spearmint on James breath, he was leaning in so close. "After all, you teased you didn't scare easily when I mentioned a bed." By this point, Cade was totally hard. His cock wanted him to say 'yes' while his logic was telling him it wasn't a good idea. Cade kept wavering, while James kept asking and teasing. Finally resorting to puppy dog eyes and cute fake whimpering, Cade gave in. "Fuck logic", he decided. "Yeah, go ahead and see if you can spend the night." James gave the cutest silent cheer. "But you absolutely have to be gone by around ten." "Deal! I'll see you Saturday at 5, out at the mall." He gave Cade a quick kiss on the cheek and took off to get back to class. By the end of Physics class, Cade knew that his plan had been successful and Duncan had made his visit. Not only could Christopher not make eye contact with Cade, when one of his buddies made a fairly audible comment in Cade's direction, Christopher very adamantly shut him down. When he was packing up his stuff, an obviously nervous Christopher approached his desk. Cade looked up at him, willing nothing but cold calm to show in his eyes. Very quietly, while looking around to see who might be close enough to hear, the jock said, "I'm sorry, Caden. I won't bother you again. None of my friends will." "I'm very happy that we were able to finally handle this in a civilized manner. Apology accepted." "Cool," said Christopher, nearly in obvious relief. That's when Cade noticed that the last two fingers of his left hand were taped together. The football player stepped back as Cade stood up from his desk. "I wish we could have been friends, Christopher," said Cade, throwing on his full innocence. "If you ever come talk to me, I hope it's because that's what you decided needs to happen." Picking up his bag, Cade added, "I hope your hand heals." With that, he brushed past the jock and left the classroom. That evening, Duncan actually showed as promised. He called around six, and was there two bags full of fried chicken, sides, biscuits, and sodas a bit before seven. They had an awesome dinner together and actually had some fun conversations. Eventually the evening moved forward and Jordan was sent off for his shower. While they pulled up Cade's laptop and handled the new month's bills, Cade let Duncan know that the next week, Jordan had a parent-teacher night and was really hoping Duncan would find a way to attend. "So what ended up happening with Christopher? Not only did he come up to me and apologize after class, but he shut down one of his friends who tried to dump on me." Laughing, Duncan said, "So I recruited a friend. Greg's a big guy, probably 6'5, 275. Makes me look like I've never seen a gym. Of course he's a teddy bear, but your friend didn't know that. We go over there, there's no cars in the garage. It's a bit after six, so it's already dark. Your buddy pulls into the driveway and heads into the house. We were parked about two houses down, watching the place." Duncan went on to describe how they approached, tried the front door, and found it unlocked. Knowing it was risky, they took the opportunity and let themselves into the house. They easily found Christopher in his bedroom and opened his door, catching him in the middle of stripping himself of his football gear. The teen was totally shocked to find two grown ass men casually walking into his own bedroom when he was standing there wearing nothing but socks and a jock strap. He yelled at them to get out, when Duncan said he stepped forward and gut punched the bullying jock. While the teen was doubled over, Duncan asked him if he was right- or left-handed. When he answered "right", Duncan grabbed the fingers of his left hand and and twisted them to force the teen back to his feet. He explained that Caden, being sure to use his legal name, was under the protection of a "family friend", someone that the boy certainly didn't want to hear from again. Apparently it was at that point that Greg, still standing in the bedroom doorway, let the teen see a gun barrel casually flash from under his coat. They just didn't bother telling him it was the barrel of a paintball gun, and they didn't give him enough time to get a good look. Duncan kept hold of the teen's fingers, squeezing them harshly, while sudden lunging forward with his other hand to grasp the pouch of his sweaty jock in a death grip that would have sent the boy to his knees if he hadn't been held up in the man's strong grasp. Christopher was informed that his new duty at school was to ensure that nobody bothered Caden. He was to ensure that none of his friends, and none of the other school bullies, ever gave the freshman so much as a cross look. Otherwise, he and a dozen other "family soldiers" would be coming back to pay the teen and his family a more unpleasant visit. After getting the jock to give an affirmative that he understood what he was being told, Duncan gave a squeeze with both hands, as hard as he could, ripping his hands away to ensure that he dropped the teen to the ground. Then he and his buddy used the pain's distraction to extricate themselves from the house, get back to their car, and get out of the neighborhood. Hearing it all unfold, Cade thought he should feel bad about what he had caused to happen, and nervous that he was with a man who had been willing and capable of doing that to a high school guy. But considering that his alternative was dealing with one or more beatings, he knew he didn't feel bad at all. Instead, he appreciated that Duncan had added the extra layers of protection. Knowing he owed Duncan big time, Cade gave himself over more willingly to that night's lovemaking. Cade knew he had promised his lover some of the pain play he had tried introducing two years earlier. "You know the pain stuff is going to have to wait until Jordan isn't around," Cade said as they first climbed into bed and started kissing and feeling up on one another. "But if you want, you can do some stuff with my nipples, as long as it isn't anything that is going to make me be loud." Duncan took him at his word, moving his mouth down inch by inch, licking and sucking at the boy's neck, then collarbone, then down to take his right nipple in his lips. He started gently enough, and Cade wanted to allow himself to hope it would stay gentle, as he actually enjoyed what he was feeling. He began to moan as he began to feel the slight nip of teeth on his tiny, sensitive bud. He moaned at the feeling, not loudly, but enough to let the man know he was feeling it. Without removing his mouth from the tender bud, Duncan moved over to lay on tip of the tiny teen, pinning the boy under his weight. He was able to reach down and find both of Cade's wrists, bringing them together above his head and wrapping them in one large hand. His other hand then went to cup over the boy's mouth and, switching gears on the fully controlled teen, began a hard core teething of the boy's nipple. Cade began to writhe and squeal in pain, but in Duncan's mind, permission had been given,so he went to work. He would chew on the hardened bud for a few minutes, then relax and give it slow licks and sucks, knowing even those would be too much to the overly sensitive nipple. Eventually, once Cade was begging in his mind for a way to tap out, Duncan finally relented, sliding down the boy's body and diving straight in, swallowing his cock to the root in one motion. Cade moaned, this time putting his own hand over his mouth to stifle his cries. Duncan worked his expertly, taking advantage of every trick he knew, and every piece of knowledge he understood of the boy's body. It did not matter how many times Cade had jerked off this week, Duncan had him emptying his balls down the man's throat in less than three minutes. Totally spent, Cade may as well have been a limp rag doll as Duncan rolled him over onto his belly. Harshly yanking Cade's knees wide, he popped the lid on a bottle of lube, smeared it down the length of his dick, and fingered the rest into Cade's hole. Then, with barely a warning and no further foreplay, worked his length into the boy firmly and steadily until he was fully inserted and bottomed out. Cade had not been given a chance to relax his sphincter and open himself up, so the adult's cock was too much too fast. Cade had to shove his head down flat and scream into the mattress to keep from making too much noise. Either Duncan was insisting on taking his pound of flesh immediately, or he was planning more payment for the favor he and his friend, Greg, had provided. Cade rode it out, eventually allowing the pain to melt into pleasure, or at least as much pleasure as he could get from the rough and unprepped fucking he was receiving. As tended to happen when fucked face down and flat like this, his cock started to harden again from the combined friction of rubbing on the sheets while his prostate was brutalized. The way this was going, Cade knew he was going to have trouble sitting still the next day. Duncan had either cum earlier before coming over, or must have been in rare form, because he seemed to fuck forever. Cade was once again looking for a way to tap out, finding himself at a point of being groggy and delirious, desperate for sleep and a halt to the unending abuse to his asshole, when Duncan finally gave a half dozen solid shoves, bottoming out hard, and emptying his load into the boy beneath him. Half asleep and with no way of knowing how long he had been face down in the mattress, once Duncan lifted himself to lay beside Cade, the boy had to rub the feeling back into his arms and legs as Duncan pulled them into a spooning position, and the two of them managed to drift off to sleep from sheer exhaustion.