Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2023 02:27:44 -0500 From: Fang Saito Subject: Cadence - Chapter 27 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. I love hearing from readers. 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. I've been reading a fun story with an alternate reality it could be fun to live in! https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/hard-times-on-set/ My wonderful editor and confidante, Johnny Kape, has also been enjoying this story. Cadence Part 27 With Cade straddling his lap, Duncan began running his hands all over the boy as they made out. It wasn't difficult for him to quickly reach back and slide his fingers between the teen's tight, stretched cheeks, running his fingers around the small round opening. Cade ran one hand up Duncan's clothed chest, while the fingers of his other hand reached down his belly, digging around to find the gap in the cloth that would allow him access under his shirt. It had been a while since Cade had been naked with a clothed Duncan, and he was reminded for a moment that it was almost an inverse of his last meeting with James at school. Cade became even more aroused at that memory, and his cock rose at full attention between them as Duncan laid Cade back, allowing him to lean in and begin sucking and nibbling at the boy's tender nipples. By this point, the man's fingers had begun to loosen his clenched hole, slipping one tip inside. His finger was still dry, however, and it began to sting a bit as the fingertip fought to penetrate him. After a moment, Duncan decided on a new position, standing up holding Cade, then twisting around and depositing him in the chair. He guided Cade to turn around and bend over the back of the chair, while Duncan knelt in the seat behind him. Duncan used his knees to push Cade's feet apart, and dove into the boy's ass, licking and sucking at the boy's tiny rosebud. Cade began panting and moaning at the wonderful attention, and soon was able to push back, relaxing his sphincter so that the man's tongue was able to dig inside. Soon, Duncan had both hands on Cade's hips, stretching his skinny ass cheeks wide and tongue fucking him in earnest. From there, Duncan slid his left hand from Cade's hip, up his back and pushing him down to be fully bent over the back of the chair. Cade had to prop his hands against the rear of the chair to keep his balance. Meanwhile, Duncan's left hand moved up to Cade's tailbone, thumb down. That thick digit stretched down and began exploring the spit soaked region to penetrate the boy's opening more fully than his tongue had been able. This freed up the man's lips and tongue to reach down and begin lapping and sucking at the boy's loose hanging balls. After that, Duncan moved up the boy's body, letting go of his back so he could afford a more comfortable position. He kissed and licked up Cade's back, feeling the boy shiver with goosebumps. Soon he had reached up to the point of kissing and sucking at his neck, shoulder, and ear. Meanwhile, his right hand had stayed at Cade's ass, simply rotating as his thumb kept sliding in and out of the boy. Finally he lifted himself up off Cade, standing up. "Stay here, alright?" Duncan said softly. He then moved toward the bedroom, his last point of contact with Cade was when he finally moved his hand off his ass, sliding his thumb out of its warm hole. Cade nodded, and relaxed against the back of the chair. Moments later, Duncan came back in with a handful of gear. Cade was a giddy mix of curiosity, excitement, and fear as the man began attaching thick, heavy leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles. There were soft cloth leads attached to each of the four cuffs, and then, before Cade even knew what was happening, Duncan began snapping small padlocks to each of the four cuffs. Looking closely, Cade was able to see that he would be unable to release the cuffs without a key to the tiny locks. Once all four cuffs were in place, Duncan gathered the four soft ropes in one hand, placing his other hand on the boy's back. He then walked around to the rear of the chair, facing Cade, and using the hand on his back to bring him in for a deep, sloppy kiss. He moved his hand up to the back of the teen's head, grabbing a handful of hair and holding him in place as he attacked Cade's mouth. Finally, he let go, releasing him and moving back. Tugging on the ropes, Duncan said, "Come on, babe. It's time to have some fun." Getting up and following, Cade asked, "This is going to be fun for both of us, right?" "Of course," the man laughed, his voice full of lust. "I'll make sure my baby has a real good time." As Cade was led into the only bedroom, he saw a scarily impressive bed. It was huge, probably a king size bed, and the head and foot boards were both made of a medium brown wood, lined from one side to the other with three rows of two inch black metal rings, eight or so in each row. In addition, the underside of each side railing had metal hoops hanging down, dozens of them, from one end of the bed to the other. "Do you promise this isn't going to hurt too bad?" asked Cade, hearing the hint of fear in his own voice. Duncan laughed goodnaturedly. "It will hurt a little bit from time to time. But I promise I won't do anything to really hurt you." He reached back and cupped Cade's cheek, looking him in the eyes. "I've known you for two years, babe. I'll make sure you stay safe. If something gets to be too much, just say `runaway', alright? That's your safe word." "Why not `stop', or something like that?" Cade asked. "Because you might start moaning `stop' out of habit, and not necessarily mean it. This way it's something you have to think about saying." Duncan had Cade lay down on his back, in the middle of the bed, having him stretch his arms up he ran the ropes from each of his arms out to the corners of the head board tying them to the furthest, bottom-most rings. Then he did the same with the ropes at his ankles, tying him to the corners of the foot board. He made sure they stretched from where Cade lay, so that he had very little room to maneuver, his arms and legs spread tight to the four corners of the bed. Next, he pulled out a thick cloth belt with loops every couple of inches. He worked this under Cade's lower back, cinching it around his narrow waist. It was obviously meant for a larger person, but Duncan seemed satisfied. Ropes were passed through loops on the side of the belt, then tied to the bottom of the frame, tugged down more toward his knee level. At this point, Cade was rendered immobile, only able to move his head. There was not even enough slack for him to raise his knees, and he was pulled out wide enough that he could not roll from side to side. Cade tried to test his range of motion as he watched Duncan begin to undress himself. Stretched so taut, his ribcage and hips stood out even more than normal, his stomach stretched into a concave pit crowned by the black cloth belt. Once he had stripped as well, Duncan climbed up onto the bed, straddling Cade's waist. He pulled the boy's cock down so that it rested in Duncan's crack, quickly sliding around in the boy's precum. From there, Duncan leaned down over the boy, and as he began kissing, he reached to the boy's sides, running his fingers across his ribs, up to his armpits. Cade began giggling at the tickling, which soon became laughing. Duncan had to sit up, to keep from getting headbutted, as the teen began twisting around, futilely trying to escape the torturous fingers tickling his sides and belly. Meanwhile, the thrashing caused Cade to throw his hips around, jamming his rock hard cock around in the cleft of Duncan's ass. As Cade began getting louder from the tickling, Duncan got off the bed, went to a dresser, and after checking a few drawers, pulled out a few more items. Soon Cade had a gag in his mouth, a short square of rubber with a rubber nub that fit between his lips, about an inch around, and the same in depth. It forced his lips apart, giving him something to suck on without going very deep inside. It was then strapped to his head tight enough that he couldn't do anything to loosen it. A fur lined blindfold was then strapped across his eyes, and then Duncan went back to tickling. The next few hours became a long line of new sensations. Some exciting, others harsh. At one point, Cade's feet were untied from the foot board, only to be folded back above his head and tied near his ears. Duncan spent more than the teen cared for switching between rimming him, penetrating his ass with a variety of unknown items, and spanking his ass and thighs with several different implements. Most didn't hurt too badly, but a few were bad enough that he nearly cried, especially since he couldn't say anything about what was happening. What good was a safe word if he couldn't talk? Cade's backside was already pretty sore and stretched from so many toys being used inside him, by the time Duncan moved up behind him and entered him in one thrust. His muscles were cramped and tired from being tied up for so terribly long. Fortunately, Duncan must have really worked himself up, because it didn't take long for him to erupt inside the teen. As soon as Duncan pulled out, Cade began to struggle, trying to get his attention. The gag had not been big, but Cade had never had something keeping his jaw wedged open that long, and as it was finally removed, he cried at the unexpected strain of the piece of rummer being removed. "Please let me down, Duncan. Runaway, runaway, fucking runaway, God," moaned Cade, tears sliding out the sides of his blindfold. Duncan quickly untied Cade, grabbing a blanket from off the dresser and wrapping it around the boy. He held him for a good while, rubbing his back and telling him how good he had been. Soon Cade was no longer crying, and was in a state of being halfway between waking and sleep, Duncan's voice speaking soothingly in his ear. Some time later, Cade came back to wakefulness. He was lying on his stomach in the bed. The first thing he noticed was Duncan in the bed next to him, rubbing something on his bottom. Whatever it was felt more like a cream than a liquid, and went on cold but warmed up quickly on his stinging and throbbing skin. Then when he shifted, he realized that he still had the wrist and ankle cuffs on, although the attached ropes seemed to be loose, not tied to anything at the other end. "Morning, Sunshine," whispered Duncan in a playful voice. "Looks like I may have gone a bit overboard. I forgot you don't have any padding on this bony ass of yours." He lightly pinched a bit of skin on the ass cheek in question, which made Cade hiss at the pain that was sharper than the mild pressure should have caused. After a moment, Cade registered what Duncan had said, and muttered, "Is it really morning?" Duncan laughed. "No, I was just being silly. You've been asleep for maybe twenty minutes. How do you feel?" Moving his arms to test them out while flexing his jaw, Cade answered, "Sore. I think that was too long to be tied up like that. After a while, it just hurt. Especially my legs and that fucking gag." "Sorry about that," Duncan said, rubbing Cade's lower back. "I'll keep that in mind for next time." Cade twisted his head to look back at the man. "What do you mean, `next time'? This was a one time thing, my guy." Duncan reached up and rubbed his hair, saying, "What makes you think we're done for tonight?" Cade flopped dramatically back to the bed, groaning playfully. Honestly, he wasn't sure how he felt. Being so new, it was kind of adventurous and exciting, never knowing what was coming next. But it was also physically uncomfortable, and while some of the spanking was kind of thrilling, a lot of it just plain hurt. Still, it wasn't all as bad as he had imagined. He thought all of it was going to leave him in pain or something. "Fine," he mumbled face down into the bed, then lifted up enough to ask, "Can I ask you a question though? What's the point of a safe word, if you turn around and gag me?" Duncan looked a bit embarrassed at that. "Sorry, buddy. I guess I didn't quite think that through." He then looked at his watch. "Hmm. Time for one more thing we've gotta do!" "Wait, what?" asked Cade as Duncan pulled up the rope attached to his closest cuff, tying it up to the corner of the bed. "Can we pleee-ease at least skip the gag this time?" he whined. Reaching up and rubbing Cade's hair, he said, "Sure, bud. You'll keep quiet, right?" He then tied the teen's other arm, then just as quickly, the boy's ankles. Now he was laid out in the same position with his arms and legs spread to the four corners of the bed, except this time he was on his stomach, turning his head back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position for his face. "I'll be right back," said Duncan, before leaving the bedroom. Cade heard him close the bedroom door, leaving him alone. He tried tugging on his ropes. Now on his stomach, he was able to pull a little harder with his arms, but had worse leverage with his legs. For a moment he pulled wrong with his left foot, and his thigh caught a sharp cramp. He tried calling out for Duncan, to see if he could help, but there was no answer, and after a few agonizing minutes the cramp lessened. He couldn't even flex his knee to help with it. At least his hips were pulled in half with his ankles next to his ears, like they had been for nearly an hour. That had been really rough, and a couple of times it had been difficult to take full breaths. He had just begun to zone out, a mix of boredom and frustration being tied down and unable to move. He wasn't sure how long it had been since Duncan had left him alone, but it had to be ten minutes at least. Cade realized he should have asked Duncan to let him get up and go pee before they started round two, especially if it was going to go on as long as the first bit. Suddenly he thought he heard something from the front room. His worst nightmare. Cade began tugging hard at the ropes at his wrists, struggling in panic to free himself. Duncan was in the front room talking to someone! And it wasn't on a speaker phone, either. Someone was in the front room with him. There was another man in the house! The door opened and Cade stopped, twisting around to see the door, which was difficult since it faced the foot of the bed. He saw Duncan in the doorway, but there was another man behind him, tall enough that he could catch a glimpse of him behind Duncan. "No, no," Cade moaned. "Please, no!" "Damn, Dude," said the new voice. "You weren't lying. That is a sweet ass." In his absolute panic, Cade's mind went blank. All he could do was start crying, desperately wishing he could cover himself, disappear, hide, anything to not be laying here naked and bound in front of this stranger. He could think of nothing. He knew there was something he should be saying other than the "no, no, no," he was slowly moaning, so quietly it may have been to himself. The thought of a safe word and what it was, flew completely out of his mind. There was the sound of clothes being removed, and Cade's panic intensified. He thought the men were saying something, but by this point, the boy had no idea. Finally, as he felt someone climb onto the bed, he at least found his voice. "Duncan!" he screamed. Duncan, runaway! Runaway!" "duncan... no, no, nonononononono..." Cade awoke slowly, unsure where he was or what was going on. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was in his mother's bedroom. For a moment he retreated inside, blissful in the thought that he could smell his mother's perfume on the sheets. He must have had a nightmare in the middle of the night, and come in here to find her comfort. He could hear her down the hall in the kitchen, making breakfast. He probably needed to get up, before Jordan came running in here looking for him. But no, the teen was too sane, and reality was soon to come crashing back in. This was no longer his mother's bedroom, but was the room he shared with Duncan. It was probably him Cade was hearing in the kitchen. Turning over on his back, Cade could feel his bruised ass cheeks. And his bruised sides. His ass burned even now. Hell, even his scalp hurt, like he had been tugged around by his hair. As far as he was concerned, every part of him hurt. Even the back of his throat hurt. He couldn't remember much of the second half of the night. At least, he hoped that was last night? For all Cade knew, he'd been out of it for days. Finally Cade threw back the blankets and sat up. His right side hurt like he'd been punched. Seeing that he was wearing a pair of his bikini underwear and nothing else, Cade stood up and walked to the bathroom. Since his stomach was cramping a bit, he sat on the toilet to pee. Then his stomach turned over, and his bowels released. Most of it was cramped up air, but he also dumped out some pinkish semen as well as some poo. Cade thought it was probably blood. He noted almost absentmindedly that his briefs were damp, front and back, probably with cum. Disgusted with the messy underwear, he kicked them off his feet, did a half-assed job at wiping himself up, and zombie-walked back to the bed. He woke again sometime later, feeling Duncan sitting on the edge of the bed, gently rubbing his shoulder. He followed Duncan's instructions and got up, following him into the kitchen, where a plate of food was set in front of him. He barely registered that it was breakfast food, but his stomach was still feeling queasy, so all he could see was the grease on the plate, surrounding the fried eggs and bacon. Slowly he realized that he was naked, and he knew he should feel embarrassed about that, but just couldn't bring himself to care. "You were a real good sport last night," said Duncan. "What did you think of Greg? I kind of promised him a chance to meet you in exchange for helping me out with your bully problem, remember?" Duncan reached over and playfully rubbed Cade's hair. "I hope you liked him, right?"